Everything Twilight is property on Stephanie Meyer

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Hi everyone, so I have found an old fanfic of mine from my old laptop.

I was reading it thinking, nuh uh! This could be so much better, 11 years on here I am rewriting it completely :)

So, the plot line is loosely the same, on a whole it has been completely rewritten - but kept the same pairings, And extra woah moments but everything else NEW!

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REMINISCENCE

Bella POV

It had been 6 months since the Cullen 'family' had left Forks. 6 months and finally the entire forks high alumni surrendered their assault of what's, why's and where's. I had come to the realisation I was not worthy of such heartache, I was so blind to think I was a match for Edward as he strung me along for his minor amusement. My love for him turned into hatred. I hated him, and I hated his sister for allowing me to believe I had a future with them. I was still lost, torn between mourning what I could have had, and hating them for leaving me vulnerable. She was out there waiting for me.

My meeting with Victoria came from circumstances I wished to forget, but to forget would be disrespectful of my fathers name. Amongst my turmoil, loss and downright spiralled lifestyle, more pain was added to my internal fire. I lost Charlie. The only person I could rely on to be there for me despite the grief I had put him through. Sure, Jacob was there for me in the beginning, but not for long as he soon drifted from me without so much of an explanation, never to be seen again. My friends at school no longer bothered to speak to me, my depression too much of an inconvenience to them. But it was Charlie, who was always there for me. And now he was gone; called out to a robbery in Port Angeles, he stumbled into Victoria's wicked trap.

I shiver to think of what she had done to my innocent father. The grief is still as crippling now as the day the new Forks deputy came to my door to tell me Charlie was attacked by a bear. Back then I knew different. I knew she was around. I would catch glimpses of her feverous red hair amongst the crowded streets of Port Angeles. Each night at home I would wake terrified of her return. I tried to tell myself I was safe, Alice would see her future and stop her in her tracks. I should have known better than to give myself false hope, Charlie died and not one Cullen tried to intervene. The night after deputy Foster left our home she came to me. Charlie's death was a warning of what was to come, and it wasn't a long wait.

The snow lay fresh in the backyard that merged into the surrounding forest. I was shaking with the cold as I stood on the edge of the porch, swigging from the same bottle of whiskey I had clung to so desperately since deputy Foster left. It was midnight, but the moon lit up the sky beautifully. Each swig of whisky gently lapped at the heartache inside me, it only helped briefly. Nothing I could do would take the pain away. My only option was cowardly, to offer myself up to Victoria in hope she would make my death swift and not drawn out. I scanned the tree line, wishing for her to appear. Tired, lonely and resigned to fate, wishing for it to be over and my misery to be met. I stood frozen with shock, as my wish came true.

5 pale figures ghosted from the tree line. All of them equally beautiful and petrifying, staring me down with such hatred my blood ran cold. "Victoria'' I greeted her with barely a whisper. "Bella'' pausing to scan me up and down, scoffing at what I knew was my pathetic appearance. "How kind of you to be waiting outside for me. I would not have wanted to create a crime scene in your house, less collateral damage you could say" A cackle of laughter escaped her, the others smirked amongst themselves. I stood there, trying to make sense of why she needed others with her. I thought, was this her plan? To share the torture equally? No surely not, vampires are territorial, why would she share her feed. I looked at each of them, all red eyed, rippling with thirst. They twitched in anticipation as I dared to look them in the eyes. "Others?" I was weak, there was no point trying to act strong now. "Enough small talk". She went to move forward when a deep growl rumbled from the tree line. She stopped in her tracks, fear stricken across her face.

The growls grew feral, as I tried to decipher what kind of creature could possibly instill this level of fear into the world's best predator. That was when I saw them. Multiple. 4 Humongous wolves slowly moved in on my back yard from every angle. I blinked rapidly, trying my hardest to gain a sense of clarity. I had been drinking, but surely my imagination was not this vivid. The wolves were just an old scary story, that's what Jacob told me. If it were true he would have told me so? No, I knew these wolves were going to die, they would not stand a chance, Victoria and the others would kill them then kill me straight after.

The wolves began circling Victoria and her friends, all of them snapping their teeth at each other. Had I not been so terrified, I would have been fascinated. My wonderment of the scene before me was short lived as the shiver of winter breeze cut through my skin like razor sharp blades. It brought me back to reality, as my heart started pounding crazy in my chest so much the pulsing reached up to my throat. I couldn't breathe, my vision clouding I stumbled out onto the snow powdered lawn, closer to Victoria; closer to the wolves, closer to my death. My body slowly broke down as I felt myself fall to the floor, braced to feel the sting of the cold snow against me, but I never did. Hard cold arms, wrapped around me whirling me into the air, my ribs audibly cracking under the strong grip that held me. This was it I thought, this was the end of the pitiful existence that was my life.

Or so I thought. I heard the rip of my flesh as the pain soared through me, burning away just like it did in the ballet studio with James. I had been bit but I still felt like I had life inside of me, my heart was beating as the fire consumed me. The burning did not stop, it ravaged through me like nothing I had ever felt. Every fibre of me crying out in sheer exhaustion from the pain, crying out for this to end and for death to welcome me. It didn't stop, it ravaged more and when I thought I could burn no more, it singed deeper and deeper creating a whole new level of pain.

I thought death was supposed to be sweetly quick in life's final destiny, but as the burning continued I realised this was not the end but a beginning of a new life. My mind registered that I was being turned into the one thing I had once longed to be but now despised. A vampire.