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Bam! The wall indented where I had kicked. The weak rocks crumbled to the ground at me touch, leaving a deep, foot shaped dent in the wall. I stared at it for a moment, it was in my second nature to buff out the dent, destroy all the evidence of me once being here. Right now though, I wanted to be caught, to be punished, but I highly doubted that a simple foot shaped dent in the wall behind a building in an abandoned alley would get me the death penalty.

This should be over. This could have been easy. I would be with Bella right now, if Carlisle was right. Even if he was wrong, I'd at least have left behind this monster that was slowly and painfully eating me from the inside out. I growling, cursing Aro so loudly that human ears couldn't hear it, as I frowned upon how he had denied my simple request.

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"Yes," I growled. "I wish to die." Aro's sharp intake of breath was the only sound that everyone else in the room could hear. I, unfortunately, heard the thoughts of omitted from all the heads that flashed to study Aro's reaction. I did my best to block out their thoughts, all screaming at Aro with curiosity towards his decision and all screaming at me, asking why I was such a fool. I tuned into Aro's thoughts , hoping that he would give me this one relief after experiencing my pain.

His thoughts wavered. This is not something I can decide myself. He finally declared in his mind. I scowled. "Edward, would you please step out to the front office again for a moment?" Aro requested politely, though his jaw was tight with indecision. "I must discuss this . . . request of yours."

I clenched my jaw, but otherwise nodded. In others minds, I was thought of as a beautiful reward. Quite a few of them wished to have me join the Volturi guard. They all think it'd be wonderful to have someone who can read the minds of their enemies without having to touch them. But would I really be all that helpful if I spent most of my time with them doubled over in pain?

I was out and sitting on the gray couch again in 1/16 of a second. Gianna didn't even look up in surprise at my sudden approach. It made me sick, in my mind of course, that this human would go through such lengths when they would most likely just kill her in the end. Why would anyone be foolish enough to give up human life to become a soulless monster?

"You know what I want." words from deep inside my memory echoed through my hollow shell. Bella. When we were in her truck on the way to her fatal 18th birthday party. Of course. She had, I winced at the past tense, wanted to be one of us. She'd been willing to give up everything, every slice of her humanity, to become a bloodsucking soulless monster with no shot at heaven ever again. She thought I refused because I didn't want her forever.

What a foolish thing to have crossed her mind. Of course I'd always wanted her forever, every minute of forever, but I wasn't going to take her soul in order to do that. She had been a beautiful person, inside and out, who had never wanted anything other then to make people around her happy before she made herself happy. She had been perfectly selfless. And she had expected me to damn her to hell?!

Had. Ugh, I just can't stand that word! Why would Bella do it! Why would she kill herself! Damn it, why hadn't anyone saved her? Stopped her! Why hadn't anyone shown her how important she truly is?!

"Excuse me, sir," the voice of the human that had started my latest meltdown broke me from my trance, her voice strictly business, detached. "They'll see you now."

It was then when I realized I was doubled over again, one arm attempting to hold my shattered form together, the other crushing my knees together to keep myself from toppling over. It was unbelievable, how hard it was, to force myself to my feet and onward to the my hoped for death.

I took no more then one step into the room before all the thoughts crashed through my weekended defense. Aro opened his mouth, but was cut off by my infuriated snarl that ripped through my throat as I tore from the room.

I had only made it to this alley before I was over come by the pain of reality. They weren't going to take me from this word, take me from this unimaginable pain. I allowed it to crush me to the ground for a matter of hours, but as the sun began to rise over the east walls, the pain slowly morphed into anger. If they weren't going to take my life when I merely requested it, then I was going to give them a reason to.

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Crunch, crunch, crunch. The ruble from the stone walls squished like Jell-O under my feet as I stomped on them angrily.

How to go about this.

Should I go punch a hole in a building? Throw a car across the city? I began pacing at a human speed. Run through the city at a speed to fast to be human, but just fast enough for them to see? Tear up the sidewalk from beneath the human's feet?

I spent a while debating on what I would do to get the Volturi to kill me. None of them seemed good enough. Some of them just seemed to subtle. I wanted to go out with a bang. Then it hit me. I knew exactly what I would do. I stared up at the sun, it was barely inching over the top of the lower wall to the east. So maybe it was around six, six thirty in the morning? Perfect. Human's would be up soon.

Let the hunt begin.