Author's Note: Hey, Alien (Jarcarga) here. I deleted the first version of this chapter, because I hated it. Lena wrote it and then got really pissy when she found out, but oh well. There is no fucking way Bella is going to come crawling back to Edward.

If you find this confusing, for the love of god read over it and PAY ATTENTION before leaving me some stupid review about how it made no sense. If you do read over it, and still don't understand I'll gladly explain.

Don't flame me. If you don't like it, find a polite way to say or just keep it to yourself because either way I DON'T CARE.

This takes place right after they find out Edward isn't coming back anytime soon. So Bella's been a vampire for ten years.

Yes. xD Kays, (I love saying that, kays, kays, kays...kays back to the story...well Author's Note) Takes place while they're residing in...London. So, she's in a forest, and it's pouring down rain. I am telling you this here instead of the actual story, because this was originally part of a one-shot I'm writing right now, but then I changed my mind and put it here, so the scene had been described in the one-shot and...yeah. Plus the people how actually read the Author's Note will know what's going on. Heh.

By the way, in case you haven't noticed Lena changed her penname to Xx.PoisonedHeart.xX

Disclaimer: Oh, I wish.

Vampires, Lies, And Revenge
Chapter Two
Unwanted

You. Broke. Me.

I know this is short don't complain. Don't. I'm warning you. I'm not afraid to kill off Edward. I SERIOUSLY WILL IF I HAVE TO.

(Third Person Pov)

He was gone, that was for sure. He had gone on a hunting trip exactly 3 days, 2 hours, and 6 minutes ago. He had always rushed back home to see her. But not today.

She didn't have to hunt, her repulsion towards blood had been carried over to her vampiric life, so she would always wait in their bedroom, begging for his return.

He'd left her. Had he found someone else? Was he simply tired of her?

Would he ever come back...?

"Edward," She sighed, falling to her knees. She could hear his family's shouts; They were looking for her. But mostly him. Oh, god. It already hurt thinking of him. Whatever happened to every book she had ever read? Wasn't it supposed to take at least twenty-four hours? Then again they had never been...normal, exactly.

"I hate you." She murmured, slowly raising. He would not break her. He won't. He can't. He...promised.

Suddenly, she barely even realized what she was doing, she was running again.

"I HATE YOU!" She screamed, though she knew the words weren't true. But, maybe if she kept saying it he'd hear, he did always have a strange ways of knowing things. He'd feel guilty for breaking her heart, so he'd come home right?

No, she knew him, more then those who had known him over eighty years longer then her. She knew him.

This was too protect her, but from what? What couldn't he tell her?

But I'm not a weak little human anymore! She reminded herself. I can protect myself.

But, no mater how guilty he felt, or how hard she cried, he wasn't coming home.

I slowly pulled away, staring into those nervous topaz eyes, and murmured, just as I had all those years ago, "Edward."