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A/N: I know, I know. I haven't updated in over a month. With midterms and the other stories I haven't had time to sit down and write a chapter for this story. But I will try harder, I promise. Since the winter break is coming up for me, I will definitely have more time.

New chapter! Hope you like it! XD

Chapter Five

Life in the South

VPOV

Five months later…

It was night in Louisiana. The air temperature lowered after the sun left. I couldn't tell the difference either way, what was the point? The cold air whipped around me but I didn't deter from my hunt.

I crouched low, growling at my prey. Obviously they couldn't hear me. Human ears are so weak. Pathetic really. I smelled the air and the human boy's scent wrapped itself around me. My eyes turned darker, completely black from the lack of feeding for a month. My nostrils flaring as I consumed the weak human's scent.

My muscles tensed, winding up so much so that I was ready to pounce. I followed the boy, giving him a false sense of security. He should've known better than to roam the streets so late at night. This should teach young kids a lesson.

As he walked passed many streetlamps I lurked around the shadow ready to attack when I felt the moment was right.

I could tell he was would make a delicious meal. The wonderful sounds the boy's heart was making, made venom pour into my mouth. I was so….hungry.

I let out a low growl. Loud enough to alert the human. I could hear the quickening in the heart as realization set in that he was truly not alone.

I could see him trying to find me, but finding the shadows not giving him any peace of mind. Every time he appeared to be close enough to see me, I'd quickly run to the other side, confusing him as to what was happening. I knew he was panicking. Sweat perspiring from his forehead as fear was oozing from his every pore.

I let out a laugh. He knew it. He heard it. I decided to make myself known.

I stepped out, coming in from his right side. His eyes widened at the sight of me, but lessened as it sunk in. He let out a laugh in relief. "Hello Ma'am. You spooked me there. I reckoned you were a murderer. My apologies." My eyes narrowed at my title. Ma'am? ...and how dare he feel comfort in my presence?! The ignorant ape!

"Who's to say I'm not?" I questioned in a low voice.

Letting out a short laugh he said, "Funny, Ma'am. But you don't strike as one to kill."

I let out a low snarl. "You're wrong. Oh so very wrong." Foolish human. I started to stalk closer to him. I flashed my sharp teeth. While his face was composed into a blank face, his heart was a dead giveaway. (No pun intended.) It pumped faster and faster as fear set back into his mind.

"W-wwhat?" he stuttered, moving backwards. He turned around and started to run away.

"Foolish human." I said as I gave him a few seconds of a lead before running in front of him, stopping him dead in his tracks. His eyes widened once more, but this time they stayed that way. He knew what was to come.

"Please let me go. Please." He begged me as I grabbed his wrist tightly. That's right. Beg. Grovel. Do what you must. Nothing was better than to hear the food ask for release and safety.

I let out an evil laugh. "Do you really think I will? That I will show mercy?" I asked. I yanked on his arm and pulled his face closer to mine. "Listen here, I don't do mercy. What makes you think you'll be an exception?"

Since he was closer, he had finally seen the red in my eyes. True fear could not be hidden in those baby blues of his.

"Please! I have a mother and father to go home to. A sister to take care of." Ha! As if this made any difference. Nothing! And I mean nothing will stop me from having my meal.

"Stupid boy! Do I look like I could care less about a family of yours? If anything," I got closer, placing my head near his neck and breathing in the delicious scent of his, "They just might be my next meal."

His eyes showed the understanding of the true horror he stood before. That he was not leaving alive. That nothing could save him. With this he struggled against me, but with my grip all he might accomplish is to tear his upper arm off.

"Why struggle? You're only prolonging the inevitable." I told him. Yet this did not deter him from trying to escape. His entire being was screaming at him to run, to survival at all costs.

I saw that he was able to grab a metal pipe and attempted to hit me with it. I sighed and shook my head as I stopped it with my other available hand. I felt my anger rise. I snapped his wrist and then I heard the bone break clean and smiled. He screamed out in pain and attempted to clutch his hand. But I wouldn't let him.

"Idiot! As if you could beat me?" I crushed the pipe with my bare hand and let him witness. "As if you could fight me off?" I growled.

I let him go slightly, giving him the idea that he could ACTUALLY escape. I jumped up on top of the buildings and followed him that way. I watch as he ran while hugging his broken wrist. I snarled from up above and that made his heart race in overtime.

I jumped down, tired of the chase already. I growled in his face, showing off all my teeth.

"Pathetic human!" I hissed. I pushed him to the ground and I climbed over him to get close enough to his neck. "You've served your purpose." And I bit down. Hard.

Blood started to flow out from the adrenaline that had his heart pumping. It tasted divine. Playing with my food always made the taste richer. I drank and drank, sucking the human dry, quenching my thirst.

Once I was done I opened the nearby dumpster and threw the lifeless body in. I wasn't a messy eater so there were blood stains on me. I straightened myself out and looked around.

Out from the shadow walked Isabella. I smiled. I could clearly see the deep red in her eyes. The ruby color swirling within the iris as I noted that she had just fed.

"Hi, mom." she said as she stepped out and under the light of the streetlamp.

"Hello, Isabella. How was dinner?" I asked.

"Great as always. She was absolutely delicious." Isabella closed her eyes and licked her lips as if savoring the taste of the once blood that she drank. I smirked.

"But…" she started but hesitated to continue.

"What?"

"Is it right to do this, to kill them? I mean, they have families. People who will miss them." she said. I felt aggravated. This always happened.

"Isabella," I called her as I grabbed her by the shoulders making her look at me, "Those very humans kill themselves. Murderers, muggers, burglars, rapists…they're all out there. By eliminating their populations we would ultimately eliminating those that are killers or potential killers. We are doing this planet a favor, if anything. Families are lost everyday. We are helping the chances of that not happening by killing those who stray from the crowd.

"We are NOT killers, Isabella. We are doing what we must, please believe that." I insisted.

You're not killing for sport like most humans. Only survival. You're not bad or evil. There's no need for guilt. Humans turn against each other. Vampires stick together. We are the superior race. We must do what we must do.

I subtlety injected such ideas by persuading that little part of her that believed me at the moment. I stared into her eyes the entire time and watched as her eyes turned completely white. Just half a second later, it was gone.

"Yes, I'm sorry mom. You're right. I shouldn't feel bad about feeding when it's what I was meant to do." she responded after a second. I knew she was completely under my control.

Often times she would struggle to understand but as I showed her the horrors of this world, which were caused by humans, she began accepting my persuasion

Ever since I had turned Isabella she believed that I was her mother. I had used her innocence, since she had lost her memories, to make her trust me. In doing that I turned her into a killer. Making her believe that the Cullens were to be hated and how to kill humans rightfully so, she fell into my web.

I used what I had at my disposal so she would trust me, and only me. She would become everything the mind-reading Cullen hated, thanks to me. When I had come across her, while she was still human, she looked like hell. I could see in her eyes that she was long gone, ready for death. And I was the one who would grant it.

Obviously I had led the Cullens off my tail and they never knew I was coming here. They would be in quite a shocker. I mentally laughed evilly. At first I wanted to kill Isabella, to take her life for the revenge I so rightfully searched for, for James.

But then I thought of something else. Something that would hit the Cullens even hard, making my victory even sweeter. I knew what to do. I had to hit them where it hurt the most.

Killing Isabella would hurt, yes. But only plague them with guilt of what danger they had left her in. Especially for the mind-reader. I planned to make her think I would end her pain. But rather I changed her.

The Cullens would most likely cross our paths within the hundred years. In a century's time, Isabella would be transformed. She would no longer be that nice, shy girl. The loss of her memories after transformation made it all simpler for me.

I knew she could not easily escape the grasp I hold her in. my ability took care of that. Ah, to have mind persuasion. Clearly I had not told Isabella about my ability. She was quite smart as a human, who knows what she was capable to solving now.

The Cullens disliked human-feeders. Isabella was no longer an animal-feeder. She couldn't resist human blood. If, no when, the Cullens and we meet up again they would have to stare the horror of what has become of her. Their very own human pet had turned against them, despising them so much what she wished for their death.

The very fact that her…diet was one of a killer's would make them hate themselves. They would not be able to stop the guilt of that they had let happen, that they had just left her defenseless. This new Isabella would hate them all the while the Cullens would not be able to escape her, wouldn't be able to at least not try to save her.

Their very weakness would be their downfall. They would be begging for death.

When we'd see the Cullens again, we would be prepared and in time Isabella's anger for the Cullens would multiply ten-fold.

And I knew just the person who could help.

BPOV

"Yes, I'm sorry mom. You're right. I shouldn't feel bad about feeding when it's what I was meant to do." I said after seeing reason once more.

It was the oddest feeling. I had been feeding on a waitress but not half an hour ago. When I had drained her dry of her blood, I felt…wrong. It was almost like I was not meant for this diet. Human blood seemed to please me more in the five months than animal blood had in the first couple weeks of my transformation.

Human blood just attracted me. But I wasn't going crazy over it. I could be in a courtroom full of apes (as my mom Victoria calls them), and would be able to hold my own just fine.

Often my restraint puzzles me. Mom says that a newborn should be blood-thirsty, but I know I don't go mental for it. She says it's because I'm special, that's why she chose me. I love mom. She's great. She's honest and full of love. (A/N: Poor naïve Bella. tsk, tsk.)

She doesn't hold back on her thoughts and opinions and she's strong, in all aspects.

I can tell that some nights she missed Dad. James must have been the One for her. Often I see a tinge of sadness in her eyes but it's replace by a fire for life.

(A/N: oh, it's a fire alright but not for life, more like punishment and revenge. Hehe, sorry, I'll try to stop the author notes)

It makes me hate the Cullens even more, for what they did to her. I've been getting a couple of flashbacks...memories. There are no voices sometimes but other times there is. But these memories, from what I can interpret, only reinforce what evil lies the Cullens made me believe. They're a monstrosity. Pure evil.

Especially the bronze-haired one that Victoria says is Edward the mind-reader. He's the one who killed James, not to mention the one who played with me and my human emotions like I was a string instrument.

I despise the lot of them.

When I had hunted a few months ago, while Victoria left to hunt herself (we tried not to hunt together), I began to do these strange things. It had not been until I met this other vampire. He was a loner, a nomad. He hunted humans too. He had such a strange ability.

He could warp reality, which I suppose made it easier for him to catch his prey, if they were occupied with NOT losing their minds. But the weird thing was when he tried to attack me. Or perhaps he thought I was taking his prey? I don't know.

He had launched himself at me, staring at me as if he wanted to do something. He found himself shocked that he could not warp my reality and I reacted the same way. I couldn't believe that I had done that to him. Because what happened next was so odd. I had trapped him in his own world. Warping a realm around him that he has no idea what was happening. I didn't even know what was happening.

I had no idea what I was doing and yet I could tell that after five minutes, it was holding strong, as if I could control whatever it was that was happening to me. I had snatched his power… or copied it somehow. I have no clue.

He could still use it, I knew that much. When I released him, he anxiously attempted to change someone else with his ability. It works but when it came to me, I felt myself become guarded and his ability stopped. I had never felt an overload in my brain before.

It was painful. I could no longer control my actions and I burst with the power, effectively killing him off with his own power. I was so scared.

I ran. I had to feed because it was constantly becoming difficult to keep afloat. The scents of so many humans were attracting me to town. I had only been five months old at the time, two months since my first human meal.

At that time I decided not to fight myself anymore and just feed. I had wanted to try animal blood once more, the ruby red eyes a dislike of mine. But I settled for maroon instead. Occasionally feeding on animals seeing as ever since human blood touched my lips all other taste has never been the same.

I had to hide the remains of the destroyed vampire when I went back. I didn't want Victoria to see it. She might think of me as a monster if she saw that I had destroyed one of our own, intentional or not.

I haven't told her of my ability yet. Who knows how she'll react? I mean, she's been so good to me. She's my mom. Living here in Louisiana for the past month or so has been great. She's taught me so much about hunting, covering my tracks and how to tracking down a prey.

"Isabella?" I looked up and noticed that mom was staring at me.

"Yes?"

"Would you like to go somewhere else?" she asked with a sweet smile on her face. (A/N: I mean really…sweet? Please tell me you don't believe that!)

"Like traveling again?" I asked excited at the prospect of seeing other places.

She nodded. "Yes. I've got someone I'd like you to meet. She's…someone to look up to, very powerful and influential." Victoria smirked.

"Okay! Let's go!" I exclaimed happy to be running at fast speed again.

"Alright. Let's go to Texas." And with that we took off at vampire speed traveling west.

A/N: Bad Bella! She's keeping things from Victoria. And she so easily falls for Victoria's power, which you should know by now. What did you think of her plan? Who do you think they're going to visit in Texas? Keep in mind it's a 'she'.

If you want a hint, well then you should review. XD

I hope to update within two weeks. Maybe even sooner considering the winter break coming up for me. but for now I will be working on my other six stories. That's right! SIX!

Next chapter will be all EPOV. I thought I should leave you in suspense for Texas.

Edward will go back to Forks, unable to stay away from Bella any longer but what news will await him there, and how will he handle it? Dun, Dun, DUN!

Please Review! XD

-Elizabeth-