Title: After Life

Summary: Aro kidnapped Bella and changed her, growing impatient with Edward. Edward tried to rescue her, but couldn't. So now Bella's in Russia, with Demetri, and the snow.

The chapters will alternate. Every odd numbered chapter is in Bella's POV every even numbered chapter is in Edward's POV. Enjoy.

Thank you to m.yth001, ksangi and, CraZy pRyo for reviewing chapter seven! You keep me going!

Oh how I long to own this…….but I don't. Sadly!!!

Chapter Eight: Hurt

I looked up at the walls of Volterra again. It had only been a few days ago that I had been here. I walked into the city, and was grateful the sun was down for the night.

I could see glass glittering on the ground, and I wondered why it was there. I looked closely at every building as I passed them. Most had new looking windows, but some just had jagged holes where their windows once were. I wondered again what had happened.

I mentally shrugged and continued on, until I was walking into the home of the Volturri.

This time, none of my family knew I was here. I had had to slip away while they were hunting, or they would have restrained me.

I walked past the receptionist with out even acknowledging her. I made my way to where I felt Aro's thoughts. He was in a small room. It looked like a study.

He looked up, shocked, as I entered casually.

"Hello Edward!" He greeted. I scowled at him.

"I wish to see Bella." I said.

He frowned. "Now is not the best time for her to be accepting visitors." He said, reinforcing his damn mental wall.

I growled, suddenly angered that he would dare to keep me from my Bella.

"It wasn't a question!" I snarled. Aro smiled lightly, although his milky eyes were hard.

Suddenly, he had me against the wall, holding me by the front of my shirt. "I said that she will not see you!" Aro whispered, his voice deadly.

I growled at him, not caring that his eyes held a killing intent in them. He snarled back, and I was sure that even if he felt frail, he could still kill me. Or at least hurt me.

He had a physical connection with me via my throat, so he could read my thoughts.

"Don't worry Edward. I won't kill you. If I did, it would put a slight strain on my friendship with Carlisle." He hissed.

"Have no worry, have no fear. For I am your angel, and I am hear. Come to me, be safe. Come to me." Aro's grip slackened as the beautiful voice sang from somewhere else in the building. It was such a lovely voice.

"Ah. L'angelo della morte canta ancora." Aro said, his eyes closed and a smile playing on his lips.

The angel of death sings again. I wondered what he meat by that. My thoughts were stopped short when a scream pierced the air.

I glared in disgust at him. He dropped me, and I landed nimbly on my feet.

"You may see her now. Demetri shall escort you there." Aro said, going to sit as his desk again. Demetri came in through the doors, and scowled at me. I scowled back.

He led me in silence through the halls. His thoughts though, were anything but silent.

'Now he comes back. He leaves her, twice, and now he comes back, thinking it will al be well again? What a fool! And after everything I've done for her, I wonder f she'll run back to him or finally to me.' I shut out his babbling thoughts, angered again.

Soon, we came to a door. Demetri opened it, and gestured for me to enter. I did, and I walked into a small room. A woman stood facing out of a window, watching the sleeping city.

"Demetri, I already cleaned it up." She said, her voice an alluring whisper. I froze. That was the voice I had heard singing…….and now that I thought of it, I knew the tune as well. It was Bella's lullaby that I had written her myself.

"Bella?" I asked, stepping forward again.

She visibly stiffened. When she turned to me, I took in her face. It was perfect and sculptured, just like mine. Just like every vampire's perfect face. Her lips were fuller, her skin was paler. Her hair was still long and earthy brown, but her eyes….

Her eyes were bright red. Red, not golden. Not the color of one who did not kill humans, but the color of one who sated oneself with taking an innocent life.

Her lips curled into a frown.

"Edward?" She asked softly, her voice making my name its own song.

"Oh Bella, what has happened to you?" I asked sadly, taking another step closer to me.

She closed her eyes, as if in pain.

"My name is Isabella." She said softly. Then she pushed past me, running. Demetri stood still blocking her path out. She looked up at him.

"Demetri," She said his name with such friendship, with such…I couldn't even name the feeling, that it made me sick. She had only said my name with fear and pain. "Demetri, let me go. Please." She said. He nodded.

But before he moved, he said softly, in her ear, not wanting me to hear it, but I did anyway, "You will always be my belle Isabella." Beautiful Isabella. She nodded, and then he moved, and she was gone again.

I stared for three whole seconds, my world spinning around me.

Then I took three huge strides and made it to the door. Demetri blocked my path though.

"Leave her." He ordered. I sneered at him.

"Move or you'll die." I hissed.

He glared at me. "You have hurt her enough!" He said angrily. I didn't know what he was talking about at first, but then mental images hit me, hard.

Bella, sobbing softly into her arms, even though no tears fell.

Bella, wasting away as she refused to feed for the first three months.

Then Bella, with her eyes black as sin, opening her mouth and singing for the first time.

Bella, starring as the snow fell somewhere in Russia. Always starring with lifeless eyes. As if she really had died.

Bella, curled into a ball as she screamed my name in pain, her beautiful voice made into a weapon.

Bella, holding her arms as she sat, as if to hold herself together.

Finally, I could take no more, and I pulled up my barriers. My face was contorted in pain.

"You see what you have done to her!?" Demetri shouted.

I looked up at him. "What do you mean? She left me so that Aro could change her!" I shouted, angry. I would never have broken my promise to Bella!

Demetri looked shocked for a moment.

I used that to my advantage, and pushed him aside. I ran down the corridors then, following Bella's scent.

A/N Yay! They FINALLY met again! It seems Edward is gonna have a hard time healing his Bella again. Or is it Isabella now? Well, please review!

P.S. L'angelo della morte canta ancora the angel of death sings again

Belle Isabella Beautiful Isabella

P.S.S--- I do not speak Italian. But, I figured since the Volturri are from Italy they should speak some Italian! So I go to and get the translations. Sorry if they aren't exact.