AN: SM owns all. I own my shame. Not fair.

Chapter 10

At one-hundred and twenty-one years old Becca knew something about life. She knew that life was filled with the unexpected. Becca didn't expect to be put up for adoption at age seven. And she didn't expect to be adopted by the most loving parents in the world. And Becca really didn't expect to have her throat torn out at the Founder's Festival and three days late crawl out of her tomb. No, Becca knew life was not to be predictable.

It was a warm night that Becca stood on the farthest point of her property waiting for Charles's carriage to come. Her mother and father warned her not to go out on a full moon. Werewolves, they told her. Becca just scoffed in their faces and continued to dress. In her silk white dress that unfashionably stuck to every curve of her body, Becca smiled to the world. Tonight will be different, she promised herself and kept her green eyes entranced with the stone path.

When Becca was beginning to worry that Charles was late, or she was forgotten, the carriage pulled lethargically its passenger. Despite her inner beliefs, Becca ran to meet Charles. He smiled down at her and hopped out of the carriage. In mere moments they were plastered together in a young-lovers embrace. "I'm sorry for my tardiness, Miss Williams, my mother was just stubborn on lending me Swan for our party tonight, I hope you didn't worry, too much." He teased her as he helped Becca into the carriage. She stuck out her tongue and smiled. Nothing could ruin their night, not even his frumpy mother.

The Founder's Festival was lit up with millions of candles when Becca and Charles arrived. Even though Becca had ignored her date's tardiness, the rest of the town could not. Almost immediately, Becca was taken from Charles and led to her friends. "Where have you been, darling?" "Is all well at home?" "Did you receive a gift from Mother Nature?" "What were you doing with him, Becca?" "Are you still able to wear white on your wedding day?" The questions droned on for an hour. Becca was courteous and thankful for their concern but could not resist the pull to her lover.

Becca snaked her arm around Charles waist and squeezed. "There you are, love, I was worried your friends had eaten you by now. Have they alerted your parents?" Charles had asked her concerned. No, her parents would have been here by now if they knew. "Would you like to take a walk on the courtyard?"

Not able to resist, Becca let herself follow Charles without a second thought. She loved him to death, quite literally. Charles took her to a shadowed part of the courtyard for privacy and held her hand modestly. Becca wanted more; she yearned for more than he ever gave her. She pressed her body to him and he pushed her away. "No, Becca, we can't, I will not until I'm married."

"Then marry me, Charles, please," Becca had begged him. She knew she loved him more than life. She needed him like air. He shook his head and stood up.

"I cannot marry, Becca. I cannot. Not with you. Not with anyone. No…" He said frustrated. Becca was stubborn and did not want to give up so easily.

"Then kiss me, Charles. Kiss me, please. Show me that you do love me, and that they are not just words you say. Show, not tell. Show me once, and then I will go. I will not want to marry you. No matter how much I desire you, I will leave. Tomorrow, at once. Just kiss me…please."

Charles did not move. Becca did though. Before he could react, she was on him. He was on her. The cool sweetness of his lips was everywhere. The joy of the kiss was short lived. As soon as it began, it ended.

Becca Williams died at the age twenty-one after she and her beau were attacked by an animal at the Founder's Festival. At least, this is what everyone else was told.

Becca opened her eyes after the fire stopped burning in her veins. And she was pissed. She slammed open her coffin and glared. "Where are you Charles," she growled, waiting for him to appear.

"I'm here, my love." Charles grumbled back. She glared in his direction and sighed when she fully saw him. If she was going to be dead, at least he was here too. Her love for him hadn't dimmed like her need for air.

Becca knew what she was. While she scoffed at the lie that was the over grown puppies, also known as werewolves, she believed in vampires. She knew what she has become and was not happy about it.

Charles and Becca did what Charles did best; they left France and fled to Italy. Without a glance back, Becca left the only life she knew.

They spent their days locked away in the dirty apartments of the mortals. Every now and then they would go a quench their thirst, but Becca preferred animals. Just because she was damned didn't mean she had to go to a lower level in Hell. Charles agreed with her choice and tried, really tried, to satiate his thirst on the feeble life force of rats.

Becca became anxious about the world she had become a part of and left Charles. She wanted more than he provided. She knew she could have more. She knew she deserved more. Charles begged her to stay but her heart was cold and no longer beating with the intensity it used to for him. She simply smiled and told him not to do anything reckless. She was no good for him anyway. He would be better without her.

Volterra was everything Becca could have dreamed. It was beautiful. It was power. It was home. The others were skeptics to let the strange 'yellow-eyes' into their home but Aro won them over. He noticed she had power. Jane knew she had power and hated it. She didn't want her near her. She was 'yellow disease'; Jane was the nicest one there. Jane was Becca's ally.

But as ever, Becca got bored. Her boredom was her downfall. After years of serving the Volturi. With being on their court, she left to return to her love. Charles accepted her with open arms and even offered to show her to his new friends. His new coven. His coven that included mortals.

Distraught with what she had to do, Becca ran back to Volterra to alert them of the vampires informing mortals of the vampiric existence. She never knew the consequences would be so grave. They were exterminated. Every last one of them. Charles died last. Becca was forced to help. She killed her first love, her mate, her one link to the past, for the honor of the Volturi. The eternal tattle tale.

Disgusted with herself Becca hid away in the shadows until she could no longer take it. She had to move on. She went to the one that never judged her and loved her for more than her powers. The powers she had strengthened to help the Volturi kill her love's coven. Carlisle Cullen was her only hope for humanity.

Author's Note-Thanks for reading. Please review if you feel inclined to flame me for this piece of crap.