Chapter 2:

Isabella stiffened as she awoke from the excruciating pain that had continued for three days and two nights. It had been a living hell and now she awoke with a throat that burned, why the burn? Why was she asleep and why was she in pain? So many questions but she was lying on the ground... Where was she?

Bella stared around completely baffled at her surroundings. The only thing she could remember were golden eyes, a face and a name. Jasper Whitlock. The man who had taken her life...vampire. Was she one? Did he turn her then leave her? The bastard deserves to die and he knew she would be the killer of him. She would be the killer of him, took from him what he took from her.

"Bella?" Fresh scent. Glorious scent, her throat burned and she snapped her gaze toward Charlie, she remembered him. Her father yet she wanted to kill him, drink the life from him, take all his blood and savour the taste. "Bella, why are your eyes red?" Bella snarled under her breath, lunging rapidly, the surprised look on Charlie's face made her vampiric side grin, she was on him in no less then a second. She bit down on his neck; the scream that was torn from him was rapid. She drank hastily, gulping down his scarlet life in a breeze. Food, delicious, more, she needed more, wanted more, she would kill for more.

"B-bella..." She heard his voice and opened her eyes, she had stopped too late....Charlie's form was now a limp body she held tightly. There was no more life in him, she drank the last drop of his life, she killed her own father. A curse had been forced on her and she just destroyed part of her family, she had enjoyed his blood, she took his life like Jasper took her own. She was the monster that wandered these lands.

Bella dropped Charlie's crumpled form to the ground, taking a step back. The burning in her throat had ceased but she stared at the dead body that once held her father's soul. "No..." A small whimper escaped her as she took more steps back. Her eyes burned, why weren't tears coming out? She looked cationic for a few seconds.

She did the one thing anyone would do, she ran, ran fast, ran away. "Cheif! What monster would kill the chief!" Yes, that single word described Bella perfectly. Monster.

234 Years later.

Bella laughed with the small group of people. Acting human was quite easy, talk, pretend to eat, get bored, laugh, smile, get sad, make friends and trip. All the simple things yet she never actually felt accepted, she couldn't act like who she was, a vampire. She wanted to be imperfect yet since she was a vampire she was perfect, people let her pass just because she is different. She despised it and even within her years she still hadn't been given a chance to extract her revenge on Jasper Whitlock.

Bella sighed, she forced a smile on her face as she exited a classroom, a foot went out in front of her and she pretended to fall, she could have just broken the foot by stepping on it yet she had to act human. Before she could actually meet the ground one of her guy friends caught her, he laughed and Bella heard a grunt and look up to see that Mike had been ready to catch her but instead Rafael did. She was actually glad by the fact Rafael caught her instead of Mike. "Thanks Raf!" She smiled up at him dazzling him like normal. Ok, she liked him but he was like a brother and he was a vampire, he lived with her because of her story and he wanted revenge just like she did. Not a good excuse but she enjoyed the company of him but in her previous life she was engaged, or so the ring on her hands says. She doesn't remember, it was painful not being able to remember the person you loved the most so of course she stayed single and would till she found a new love. Anyway, Rafael and Bella pretended they were together so they wouldn't continually be asked out.

"No problem Bells." Rafael said standing her back up. She smiled and so did he. Bella knew he loved her yet she was unable to return it, Rafael didn't mind just as long as she was with him he would be happy. She knew his story, a vampire killed his love, she was human but just food for the Volturi, for Demitry. Bella knew who Demitry was easily, she wanted to discard him. And Rafael knew her story they would eventually get their revenge.

As Rafael and Bella walked along two familiar scents hit them, Lauren and Jessica. Bella frowned slightly as the two persistent annoying humans moved in front of Rafael, flirtatious smiles on their faces while they battered their eye lashes at him. Bella yawned from boredom, Rafael copying. Lauren glared at Bella and Bella willingly returned it back. "Hey Raffy, why don't we-"

"Nope." Rafael spoke calmly emphasising on the 'p' with a grin pushing past both the pests to wrap an arm around Bella's shoulder. Time to act again.

"How could you like her! She is so not as pretty as me!" Both of them yelled getting most of the people's attention. Rafael turned to face her, an agitated look on his face though as the wind blew his black hair around his topaz eyes an agitated look turned into a god like one.

"She has a name and she is much more better then you stupid little pea brain moron who treats everyone like pets, now shoo I have more important things to do then deal with leeches." It was odd, Werewolves called us leaches and yet Bella and Rafael called Lauren and Jessica leeches all the time because they would cling to him, pathetic. Rafael turned his back to them, slipping inside the black Aston Martin Vanquish. Bella sat in the passenger seat with a frown closing the door behind her, the two pests were fuming and she laughed.

"Why do you get to drive my car?" Bella asked frantically, she hated it when someone drove her car, she didn't like it to be driven by anyone else but herself. It was hers.

"Because I don't want to leave as a passenger."

"Why do I have to!"

"Because I have the keys." Rafael smirked. Damn him! Bella huffed as he pulled out of the school parking lot. Damn him to hell!

"Damn you. No taking my keys! Now hurry up slow poke...Its boring." Rafael grinned hitting the accelerator.

They were in their home in seconds, there was a large white house close to theirs, only a few 100 kilometres from the house, it was smaller compared to theirs and they had more room. They pulled into the drive way and Bella didn't get out. The man was there, the man who had stolen what was hers. He was there. "Bells?" Rafael asked looking worryingly at Bella. He glanced toward the man the back to her.

"Jasper Whitlock..." Bella spoke and Rafael tore himself from the Aston Martin Vanquish and lunged, Bella was overcome by fury and rage. Hunt and kill were her only thoughts.