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A/N: okay so this is the first official chapter of my story. I am really sad that I didn't get any reviews, but I did get 50 hits, so that makes me happier. Please don't bite me if I don't update regularly, I find it hard to concentrate on writing one specific thing for an extended period of time, but I do have the first three chapters pre-written, and I hope to write more stories in the future.

I have rambled enough, on with the story.

CHAPTER 1

APOV (9 months before prolouge)

We had gone out on a family hunting trip, right after the wedding, and before Edward changed Bella. Bella was going to be spending a few hours in La Push, the dogs didn't know that she was coming but she was positive that there wouldn't be a problem with it. It took a lot of persuading to get Edward from his new wife, but his eyes were blacker than I had ever seen them before, and we all knew he would not be able to change her if he was thirsty.

We were returning home from hunting, Edward and I had always been faster than the rest of the family, he was the fastest by far out of all of us, and he had been worried about Bella being with the mutts all day so he ran even quicker than normal.

We were nearly home when I saw him stop far ahead of me. He paused for a moment, turned towards the boundary line. Then took off much faster than before, headed towards the road that ran between our house and the mutt's. I followed him to the invisible treaty line where I thought he would stop, but he kept going. Then the smells hit me, smoke, and blood, and… Bella.

I sped over the treaty line after him, and I found it seconds later. I will never forget the sight, it was a burning truck, a very familiar red truck.

Esme, Carlisle, Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper all appeared within seconds of each other. They just stood with me, watching in shock as Edward staggered around to the far side of the truck. He let out a low moan, and fell to his knees on the asphalt. I came forward slowly, and when I got around to the other side of the truck I saw it.

Traced into the road, in a red liquid that I recognized immediately, was a large V. Victoria.

"no, no, no, no, no, NO" Edward was murmuring frantically, he reached towards the center of the V where something was shimmering in the dancing firelight. It was Bella's wedding ring. There was an anguished roar from beside me, and I turned to see Edward holding the ring in both hands, eyes pointed skyward. His pupils dilated even as I watched. In that instant he ceased to be my brother, he was a vampire.



I backed off slowly, frightened of my own brother. He let out a menacing growl, and roared again face pointed skyward. Jasper came up behind me slowly, and put a hand on my shoulder. He led me slowly away from my brother.

We heard sounds from behind us, whirling around we saw that the pack had appeared. All of them except Sam were transformed already, and they did not look happy.

"Why have you decided to break the treaty?" Sam asked Carlisle. Seriously could he not see the burning truck behind us? Was he really that stupid? Before Carlisle had a chance to answer him, Edward let out another menacing snarl. He stepped toward the pack slowly, deliberately. Even though he was outnumbered 8 to one, they looked frightened, and I knew that they would all die if we did not get him under control.

"Esme," I yelled, "help me calm him down. Carlisle get them out of here or this will end badly." I didn't need to be psychic to know that the pack was in considerable danger right now. Esme rushed over to me, as Carlisle quickly removed the dogs to explain.

As soon as we succeeded in calming him down, Edward all but collapsed into Esme's arms. He had lost the strength and the will to stand. She lowered her son to the pavement gently, where he kneeled shaking and dry-sobbing silently.

Carlisle quietly re-entered the circle of firelight, of the pack, Sam alone followed. He seemed somewhat hesitant, but determined nonetheless.

"We have decided that the treaty will not be broken because of this, I am very sorry, I know how close she was to all of you." Sam's words were directed to the whole family, but his eyes never left Edward's broken form. As though he was expecting him to spring at any moment, and after the performance Edward had given them I didn't blame him for keeping a healthy distance.

"I apologize for breaking the treaty, I can assure you that it will never happen again." The monotone reply came from Edward. He was still in his kneeling position on the asphalt, and though his voice was steady his hands were shaking as they played with Bella's ring. When he looked up at us, there was no life in his coal-black eyes. If he had not spoken I would have sworn he was a corpse.

Jasper and Emmett went back home to get the Volvo for Edward. Carlisle lifted him easily into the backseat, but when Jasper tried to get in next to him he came alive. He got out and refused, point blank, to submit Jasper to that kind of 'torture' as he put it. We tried to convince him that we only wanted to help, and that Jasper didn't mind. He wouldn't hear it, and he wouldn't get back into the car until Jasper had already begun to run home. As soon as he was gone, however, Edward slumped back in to his zombie-like depression.

This continued for the rest of the week, and the funeral was scheduled for the weekend. Edward neither spoke, nor moved from his spot at his window. He sat on the sill, endlessly staring out the glass in the direction of Bella's old home. His cold fingers played endlessly with her wedding ring, and his eyes were blacker than any vampire's I had ever seen.



Carlisle, Jasper, and Esme all tried to get him to hunt before the wedding, but he refused. He retained his position on the window sill until we were all ready to leave for the funeral. He didn't meet our eyes as he walked down the sweeping staircase leading into our family room. The ring was clutched in his right hand which shook slightly.

"Lets go then," he said in the same monotone voice he had used the few times he had spoken since the accident.

"Come on then," Carlisle said, "I will take Esme and Edward in the Mercedes. Rosalie, will you take Alice, Jasper, and Emmett in the BMW?"

"Sure Carlisle." Rosalie answered surprisingly without argument.

We arrived at the church for the service a little early, and were immediately accosted by the smell of werewolf. We had been unsure if they would attend the ceremony, since Jacob had disappeared, but apparently Billy had brought the rest of the pack with him.

Charlie approached us, tears were streaming down his prematurely lined face. Bella's death had aged him years in a few short days. He looked like he wanted to talk, but couldn't find the words.

Soon after, Renee walked up to us. She was crying silently, tears streaming down her face. She took one look into Edward's midnight eyes and threw herself into his arms, sobbing hysterically. His face registered shock for a second, but he composed himself quickly and embraced her small form. I could tell he was trying to hold together for her, but his breathing was shaky as she let go.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. She gave him a sad smile, that came nowhere near her eyes.

"There is no need for apologies," Edward answered smoothly, he offered no smile, there was none to give.

The ceremony was beautiful, but I don't think Edward noticed. He sat rigidly in the pew between Esme and I, playing with Bella's ring. It hadn't left his hands since the accident.

I looked up into his face, his expression was carefully controlled, but his black eyes had a pained, tortured look about them. What he was going through was evident only to those who knew his stoic nature as well as I did. Jasper had already had to leave, he had told us that it was a combination of all the emotions in the small church, but he kept shooting glances at Edward's still unmoving form as he had said it.

Edward was not dry-sobbing like Esme and I, even Rosalie let out a sniffle or two, but as I looked into his face a lone tear slid down his face.

Carlisle had long ago explained to us that a vampire could, in fact, cry their own venom. This had never happened to any vampire he had known personally, but while he stayed with the Volturi Aro 

had told him of a time he had witnessed. The vampire in question had lost his mate, and had come to Aro asking to die. This was the only time anyone had ever heard of anything like that happening, and it had not happened since.

I couldn't even imagine the kind of pain my brother was in right now, yet he put on a good face for Esme, Charlie, and Renee especially.

Esme had noticed too, and she wrapped her arms around him, as she sobbed. Edward didn't react to her touch, but another venom-tear quietly followed the first.

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