The End

AN: I know it's been awhile, but I have not abandoned this story, nor will I. No matter how long it takes I will finish what I started.

Bella nervously fixes her thermal, wiping away invisible wrinkles and inspecting her appearance with a critical eye. Tanya had said to dress warmly, comfortably, and she would be once she put on her overcoats, beanie and gloves maybe even a scarf as well, Bella knew how intolerant she was to the cold, Tanya's body felt absolutely warm compared to the cold of Denali nights, not that she's felt Tanya's body.

There's a knock on the door and with one last breath Bella makes her way to the door as she checks her phone; Tanya's early. She opens the door still checking her phone, "Someone is eager." She laughs as she looks up expecting that dazzling smile only to be met with the wrong vampire. "What are you-" Her sentence is cut short as a cloth is forced over her nose and mouth. She struggles but it's no use as she quickly starts to lose consciousness. The last thing she sees are dangerous golden eyes.

She smelled devine. The perfume of her blood like a siren's song whispering dangerous things in his ears. Even in her unconscious state, handcuffed to a brass frame of a dust covered mattress, she was beautiful. 'Angelic.' Something sinister whispers as his golden gaze starts to blacken with the inspection of such perfection. Everything she is, and everything he'd make her become, her whole being belonged to him now. A crooked smirk breaks across his lips, perfect teeth glimmering in the candle light of the room.

No one would find them here, a state away in a house they hadn't used for over a century. His plan was just so perfect and even if they did find him out, none of them would make it in time to save their precious Bella. His sick smirk twisted with elation as he thought of leaving his mark on her. She'd be his forever, marked by him. He scoffs into the silent room. The little bitch should feel lucky, out of all the pretty shining girls in the world and he picked her. Yes, she'd break under him and after everything was said and done, he'd have the perfect, obedient mate; and the power!

He stands in the corner of the room as Bella's scent quickly takes over every dusty inch. The aroma so pungent that it makes him lick his lips and his fingers twitch at the need to touch, to take. "Oh my Isabella…" He whispers out. A small moan falls from her lips and he pauses briefly to be sure she's still out, can't have her ruining all his fun with those pesky powers of hers. From his back pocket he brings out a scarf, a treasure that he had stolen from her bedroom on the night he'd first laid eyes on her. Edward laughs, no one even noticed that he'd even been there. This was just too easy!

Slowly he ties the material over her eyes, savoring the silky touch of her hair against his skin, and unable to stop himself, he reaches out to grasp her head in his hands. He grins as her heart speeds up, oh she's waking up! She struggles against his hold, against her confinments, but he knows she'll only get bruises for her efforts. The thought of her pale skin littered with the blacks and blues of bruises only made him grip her face hard earning an angry hiss for his efforts.

"Get the fuck off me!" She yells to an empty room. He laughs, there's no one around to hear her screams. He was to be the only witness to his masterpiece being born.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." He grins down at her. "No one can hear you, my love." He laughs gleefully as she struggles even harder against him. Her legs shootout, trying to kick or push him away but he's too strong. Her hips buck off the bed, her hands jerk at the cuffs but her efforts are only rewarded with raw wrists and aching legs from kicking his diamond hard skin. She starts to scream and the sound is music to his ears. For a moment he screams back at her, their voices battling to be heard over the other and when she finally stops to cry, he laughs again. "You're mine now."

"No." She desperately cries with an already hoarse voice.

Forcibly, he smash his lips into her, uncaring of his roughness or the split in her lip because of it. He can feel her try to pry her face from his grip, but he's steel against her satin. When he deems it to be enough he roughly pushes off her, the blood on his lips calling out his beast as he takes his first taste of her. He moans into the room, the sound overpowering her soft cries from the bed. "You my dear, are just devine." He hisses with black eyes. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must hunt less we want all our fun to be over far too quickly." He chuckles at her heartbroken sob and speeds away. The haunting echo of his sadistic laugh was the only thing to keep her company now.

Earlier with Tanya

A giddy Tanya stands in the middle of her foyer as puts on the lightweight, white winter jacket with the black faux fur lined hood. She was over the moon for the possibilities of the day. She finally had her date with Bella, her mate. This feeling of overwhelming joy and happiness was something that she'd never felt in her one thousand plus years she'd walked this world. "So what are you more excited about...he sex, or the sex?" Kate's voice singing from her place behind Tanya on the bottom step.

"Really, must you be so childish!" Tanya scolds, though there's a smirk on her face when she turns to look at her sister in all but blood. "But to answer you question...the sex." Tanya winks as she receives a wolf whistle in return for going along with Kate's game. "Did you and Irina get everything set up?"

Kate rolls her eyes to the ceiling as she answers. "Well seeing as Irina's a fucking perfectionist, yes we got it done...five separate times! I mean seriously, how many different ways do you need to hang a couple strands of light on trees and why does it matter what side of the blanket the picnic basket is on? I really don't think Bella's gonna refuse eating just because the basket is on her right and not the left." By the end of her rant there's a clear annoyance in Kate's tone, but Tanya can see that happy spark in her sister's eyes, even if there was a slight jealous edge to Kate's words, Tanya knew without a doubt just how happy Kate is for her finding her mate, and that meant everything to Tanya. She loved the fact that her Coven, her family, were just as excited as she herself was that she had finally found Bella...and all thanks to that future seeing cousin of hers. Tanya makes a mental note to do something nice for Alice in the near future, like take her shopping to show thanks in bring her and her mate together.

"Offer accepted!" Sung Alice as she appeared from the kitchen, obviously having used the kitchen door to enter the house and not the from or back like the other were always using.

Tanya smiles at the pixie vampire. "Well then it'd be my pleasure Alice." Alice giggled before her face suddenly went slack, body frozen still, not even her chest moved with unneeded breath. Her eyes though were focused and following a scene only she could see.

Dull expressions slowly morphed into one of anguish and devastation. As she slowly came to, wide eyes looked to Tanya in horror. "Bella's gone." She whispered and had it not been for her super sensitive hearing, Tanya was sure she would never heard a word Alice had said, but she did hear them.

Tanya's frozen heart squeezed painfully in her chest as her worst fears began swimming in her head. She would lose her mate before ever really having her. This was cosmic justice, or cruel karma. "What do you mean 'Bella's gone'?" She envied the stone cold evenness of her voice, it felt too calm for the undying agony she was feeling within, like the venom's fire all over again.

Alice's eyes close tightly for just a second, she takes a steadying breath before looking at Tanya again, her golden eyes now jet black with sorrow. "She's...just...gone." Alice struggled for her words, sending a chill down Tanya's spine. "Bella's gone."

No one was prepared for the gut wrenching sob that tore its way from Tanya's throat as she speed from the house on foot, desperate to get to Bella's house. 'She's wrong. Alice has to be wrong.' She could only pray that by some miracle Alice really was wrong.

"Please! Stop!" She begged as his nail drew another thin line of blood from midriff, crying out even more as he bent and liked them closed, his venom searring into her brain with the promise of fire but not of the change.

"But you taste so good, my Bella." He laughed gleefully, drunk off the scent of her fear mixing in with the taste of her decadent blood. He should have done this from the start, when he had first seen her in Alice's visions. He could have saved himself the frustration and headache. If he had had her earlier then she would only know him and not the filthy scum of a woman. He growled out harshly against Bella's skin making her jump as though she feared a real bite, one that she wouldn't wake up from. Edward chuckled as he finally released her from his hold, a trickle of blood spilling from his lips as her grinned down at her blinded form.

Her small wrists were beyond bruised and the cuffs had cut into the skin from all her struggling, but he didn't mind it just made the room smell more like her, like her blood. He had ripped her shirt in have too get it off of her without undoing the handcuffs and it showed off his work brilliantly. Razor thin lines and bite marks now littered her stomach and cleavage, the scars already paler than the rest of her skin, colder to the touch and diamond hard. A similar scene played itself out on her back, forever marked by his bite. He liked letting his venom into her veins before sucking out at the last possible minute, her screams were delish and only made him want her all the more.

Edward watches her bra covered chest heave with her heavy sobs and it makes him more excited, lustful. His gaze drops down to the button of her jeans, oh how easy it would be, he grins. Two days alone with Bella had truly tested his resolve, and patients. Two days of tasting her, touching her and he had yet to fully claim her. Edward smiled to himself, yes it was hard to wait for his Bella to be ready for him, but he thinks after a few more days she won't even blink an eye as he undoes her. No, when he finally took Bella as his own, she would not fight him, not at all, either she'd learn he was the master and could do whatever he damn well pleased or she'd be dead, or close to it.

It really didn't matter to Edward one way or another, he would have her blood and then have her, or he would have her and then her blood, either way Bella would be his and only his, in life as well as death. Blazing red eyes watched as she tried again to free herself and wiggle out of the scarf, she wouldn't of course, but her struggle was just so beautiful, tragic but so damn pretty. How helpless she was without her precious gifted, the one the defied him, that's how he new she was to be his. The fact that he couldn't read her mind meant something, just as how they both had mental powers, they were perfect, they complimented each other.

Of course her fowl mouth would have to go, and her insistent need to disobey him at every turn, but he had ways of dealing with her insubordination. He had a mind full of ideas and all the time in the world. No one would find them in Forks, it was too obvious which made it perfect. This is the place where he was supposed to meet his mate, far away from the Denali bitch. If only Charlie hadn't accepted that job transfer then it would have been him Bella fell for.

He had seen the possibility in Alice's visions where they meet Bella here in Forks. They had gone on a date, he didn't get to see it played out, but he knew that in that version of the future she was his. Of course the vision after that, of the Denali's visiting and Bella falling under that succubi's spell, wasn't as please for him to remember. Even in that future Tanya snuck in to take what isn't hers. If he had met Bella here in Forks it would have been better, but her imbecile of a father!

Slowly another thought creeps into Edward's mind. He thought about Bella's father and the way Charlie has inconvenienced his plans. He could go back and teach the man a lesson in getting in the way. It would be so perfect to be the one and only thing that Bella had to hold onto. 'Get rid of the father, take care of the mother and then finally the false lover.' A voice whispered to him from deep within his mind. Edward grinned a sinister smile. He knew exactly what to do next and everyone in Denali would be in for a surprise.

He knew the perfect way of getting what he wanted without lifting a finger, someone else would do his dirty work for him. What better way did he have of destroying everything Bella held dear than letting her do so on her own. A newborn was exactly what he needed right now. The Sire's bite would be more than enough to control feeble minded Bella. He had done his research, he knew that a Sire could influence the bond through the bite. Of course he'd never done it before, but really there wasn't much that he couldn't do. Lately he had all but amazed himself with his clever, clever pans.

He chuckled lowly before lunging at the sobbing Bella. His teeth pierce the soft skin on one of her wrists and he drinks her in until her heart starts to slow. He'd make his newborn and set her back into her own home and watch her destroy her very life, and when poor Bella finally broke he could rebuild her again, in his image. It was brilliant!