A/N: This chapter is full of meetings, and planning. Because that's what devious, hurt people do, right? We plan...
XxXxX The Planning XxXxX
Laurent walked through the trees with a grace that no longer shocked me. I would move with that grace now, wouldn't I?
He stood a few feet further away than was probably necessary, and eyed the dead deer carcass of mine with a distaste.
Staring at him, he stared back, and for a moment I was so full of different emotions I felt like maybe that's all I could do, stare at him.
The first emotion, naturally, was curiosity. Why was he here? Did he come to finish the job? Maybe that's what he had planned with Victoria. He would put me through the worst pain imaginable, the change, and then hand me over to her evil clutches and let her do with me as she pleased. But that couldn't have been it, after all had he not told me that in the clearing? What could have changed his mind so much from killing me, to turning me in such a short time?
The second emotion was anger. What the hell was he doing here? Did he think it would be okay for him to bite me and then leave me? Some company would have been better than none at the time, and I was sure the least he could have done was lay his icy skin on my burning forehead. Was he so cruel?
But the last emotion was probably the smartest; fear. He had no more business with me- did he? I already knew everything about vampires, and there was nothing left for him to tell. Nothing left to give him a sense of duty. Maybe he would get a sick pleasure of turning me loose on the unsuspecting people of the world, and watch me gorge myself on their blood.
Or maybe my mind, which worked so much faster now, was jumping to the worst conclusions.
"Bella, I believe that the last two times we have met you were under the impression I was going to kill you, and I don't think we have had a proper introduction," he said, stepping closer carefully. "I am Laurent (insert long last name here, because the author doesn't want to take the time to give him one)."
I stared at the hand he offered me, but did nothing else.
Slowly, when he realized that I wouldn't return the offer of friendship, his hand fell to his side, but he seemed unfazed by my blatant rejection.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, my body still slightly tensed, waiting for the sign that he was going to attack me, hoping that maybe I could make a run for it.
He smiled, and he was beautiful. There was no doubt about that, but it wasn't his smile I wanted to see. The thought of him- the back of my mind whispered his name ever so slightly- Edward- sent a shocking wave of anger through me.
Anger that was white hot and irrational. Why did I feel so- angry? So utterly furious? So out of control...
"I have... a proposition. But I can see the questions in your eyes, please, ask them," he said, smiling gently at me. I glared.
Hell yes I had questions!
"Why did you change me?" I asked through clenched teeth. My anger surprised me. Never in my human life had I felt such anger, such hatred. It took my entire self control to stop myself from ripping open Laurent's throat.
He sighed. "I hadn't planned on it actually. A pack of werewolves came and chased me away, but I was too fast for them. I wonder why they just left you there to change."
Wolves? What the hell? I had never heard about werewolves!
(Right there- that's the last mention of the wolves except for a chapter with someone from Bella's past... Hehehe, never mind... Read on!)
He turned his back to me- the perfect time to attack, my mind registered- and began walking the direction he'd come from. He stopped when my footsteps did not follow his, and turned to look at me.
"Are you going to follow me? I'll answer your questions as we walk," he said, giving me another flash of his white teeth, a shocking contrast to the color of his skin.
I followed.
We walked in silence for a moment, I think he understood the fact that inside my mind, there was a war raging, a war of anger and confusion.
"Why weren't you there when I awoke?"
"Honestly, after the first hour of your screaming I was quite sick of it," he said nonchalantly. "And it also took a while to convince Victoria that we should keep you around. You and her have some talking to do," he stated, nodding.
"I don't know about that- isn't she still set on my death?" I asked, shocked. He shook his head vehemently.
"No, I think you two will have a lot in common, perhaps," he said mysteriously.
I didn't answer. This was too much, in so little time. I feel like I was missing half of the puzzle.
"Where are we going?" I asked after a while.
"Me and Victoria have a home, after I decided to leave the Denali coven. Some of the women there were very... pushy," he answered, smirking.
Just up ahead I was able to see a break in the trees, a place where the light filtered through the thick green canopy. I took the lead now, sure that this was the place we were headed, and Laurent let me, falling back slightly.
The house was beautiful. Modern, unlike the Victorian style houses the- Cullen's- had. It was solid brick, two stories with a probable basement.
"I can't believe how close you were this entire time," I murmured, continuing my examination of the house.
He smiled wryly. "Well, I have a feeling that we won't be here for long, so don't get attached."
His words confused me- would I be staying with them? But I didn't get the chance to question him on it, because it was at that instant that Victoria decided to make her presence known.
The door opened, and she exited. Her face was just as beautiful but terrifying as it had been months ago when we had met. Her face looked wary though, and she eyed me with obvious distaste.
"Victoria," I murmured in a greeting. She didn't answer, her black eyes looked past me at Laurent.
"Has she agreed?" she asked him, ignoring my presence for the moment.
I turned to Laurent for the answers, but he had both of his hands up in surrender.
"I've told her nothing, I thought that you would want to be the one," he answered, slowly lowering his hands, and smiling once again at me.
He walked past me, murmuring something low in Victoria's ear before dissapearing into the house, leaving us to each other.
I took the first wary steps towards her, the sooner we finished this, the sooner I would be able to leave.
"Come in," she said, her tone void of any real emotion. I followed her into the house.
The air changed, it smelled vaugly of vanilla and fresh cut flowers, a smell that I never really registered would go with someone as... frightening as Victoria.
The house was quiet- I don't know where Laurent was anymore, and decorated tastefully.
I guess vampires all have impeccable taste, my mind though wryly as she led me through a maze of complicated rooms.
Finally she stopped in a room with three glass walls. The air was warmer in here, and I had a feeling that it might have been rather uncomfortable to my human self, but it felt nice now.
"Sit," she muttered, motioning to a plush arm chair, she sat in an identical one across from me.
I felt a wave of irrational anger. Why was she bossing me around like I was a child? I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying something that would probably get me killed.
I took the seat, and we stared at each other for a long moment, sizing each other up.
"This is awkward," she mumbled.
I silently agreed, but offered nothing else to the conversation. Another quiet minute past.
"He left you."
It was a statement, not a question, which shocked me out of my staring game. I leaned forward slightly, clenching my fists against the anger I felt.
"I don't understand what you mean," I said through clenched teeth.
She smirked, but it was almost sad.
"I can see it in your eyes, you remind me of myself," she murmured, her voice calming.
"I am nothing like you," I spat, turning my head away from her penetrating gaze.
"Oh, but you are Bella!" she said, leaning forward. "You see, your mate killed my James, and now left you!"
She replied it almost gleefully.
I was seeing red, and suddenly, snapping her neck in this pretty little room seemed very appealing.
"Yes he left me!" I snarled, sadness and anger ripping apart my insides. "Are you happy now?"
She looked something I hadn't expected to see; sympathetic.
"I know how you feel," she answered, looking off out one of the glass walls at the surrounding Forrest. "But he's still out there, isn't he. He's not dead, you still have a chance," she spat.
"He's as good as dead!" I roared. My unbeating heart twisted at these words, but I knew deep down that they were true. He would never want me back. "At least you know that James loved you! He didn't want to leave you! Edward left because he wanted too!"
I stood up from my chair, and grabbed it within my hands, throwing it at one of the glass walls. It shattered into a thousand shards of glass, littering the floor and outside grass, like glittering candy.
It was quiet after that. The only sounds heard were my heavy breathing.
Victoria regarded me calmly, a hint of triumph in her eyes.
"Yes. He left you. You're angry aren't you?" Victoria asked, already knowing the answer.
"Duh!" I snarled at her.
"You want to get back at him don't you?" she asked, a smile slowly spreading on her face.
"Yes," I muttered without thinking. "Wait- no, it isn't his fault... I don't want to hurt him," I answered, rethinking. My anger seemed to melt away at the thought of Edward in pain. No, he shouldn't be in pain.
Victoria looked put out, but was thinking quickly. I could almost see the gears moving in her head.
"Alright, then don't hurt him," she said, smiling. "Hurt every body else. Hurt them."
"Who's them?" I asked, confused.
"The humans."
I grew suspicious. Victoria seemed too... eager to help me.
Isn't that just sympathy? I mean, she went through the same thing you're going through now. Maybe she really does want to help.
Yeah, I silently agreed. Or maybe she has ulterior motives.
But did I care? That was the question.
I just felt so angry. So angry in fact, that I did want to hurt people- that I wanted each and every one of them to feel the pain that I did every single day without him.
The anger scared me. But the fact I was scared angered me more. What was happening to me? Why was I so angry- why did I have these feelings that I didn't have before?
I didn't have the answers, but I knew one thing. I would hurt the humans.
"Deal," I agreed, sticking out my hand. That's what you do when you agree to something- offer friendship, and seal it with a shake.
Victoria smiled triumphantly, and gripped my hand in hers.
"Yes. Good deal."
A/N: Woww. Bella's ganna hurt some humans for fun. Some of you questioning the change in emotions? She's a newborn- and newborns are irrationally angry. They're angry about EVERYTHING. So- Bella's pissed.
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Ebony