A/N: Back again, children! Here for another dose of fun twisted fanfic! Much less ado about nothing this time. Remember, I totally screwed with Bleach to make it easier for those of us who haven't read it to understand. Plus I didn't want to write all the extra shit. Yeah. Have fun.

Sorry, this chapter is mostly explaining what happened to Bella, but during the next chapter the fun stuff will start happening.

*hums idly* oh hell yes… I'm a nervous wreck... Oh hell yes… The drugs just make me reset... Not once for the Father, twice for the Son, three times for the Holy Ghost…

right, right… I disclaim everything you recognize for the rest of eternity. So don't bug me in future chapters. If you know Bleach, picture Ichigo's sword. If not, then go to my profile for a picture. Joy, peace, love, all that stuff.

anyway, onward!

I watched my body fall… but I remained standing.

Laurent drank greedily, unaware that I was still standing with a chain coming from the middle of my chest, binding me to my old body, through which twinges of pain came occasionally.

Well, what are you waiting for, Bella?

I whipped around to find a tall woman with dark red hair grinning at me.

Cut that chain.

Suddenly in my hands was a thick, beautiful sword with an intricate handle. I pressed my thumb to the blade and a sliver of blood appeared.

Beautiful.

I smirked as I brought the sword down with an almighty crash to sever the chain.

Laurent's head jerked upward at the sound, and his eyes went wide. I jerked my limp body up by the bleeding chain and smiled at him.

"What? Surprised?"

I brought the sword down with a flash, severing his arm from his shoulder. He screamed… and I smiled.

I liked that sound.

He charged at me, tossing my body aside, his teeth slashing my soul's neck… hurt like a bitch, but I was enjoying myself far too much to let it slow me down. I threw him off, running after him and shoved him to the ground, my bare foot holding him down by the neck. I pressed my sword, blade down, into his throat.

I was faster now, wasn't I?

Yes. I liked this.

"You feel that? That's right. Savor it. It'll be the last thing you feel." My neck was burning and I bared my teeth in a grin as I pushed my sword down, his head quickly broken from his body.

I didn't stop there. My breaths quickened into pants as I cut his limbs from his body, tore fingers from hands, broke bones and cut them into pieces. I laughed, and laughed, and laughed… and never questioned why. His pain—it felt like heaven. Then, at last, I fell.

Venom was burning through me, through my soul and body alike. I lay on the ground, writhing, staring into the dark eyes of the woman who'd appeared in the meadow as I died. She walked toward me and her cold eyes were the last I saw as my world went black.

I awoke once more, in a comfortable position, with cool hands giving me water and brushing my hair from my face. I opened my eyes to stare into the face of that woman… the voice in my head.

"Wha… what—" She shushed me and gave me some more water. I swallowed halfheartedly, watching her warily, realizing I was still in the meadow. She smiled in amusement at my suspicious eyes—her teeth were pointed.

"You're probably expecting an explanation by now," she sat back on her knees, face serious now but eyes still strangely mirthful. I say strangely because there was something very wrong with the way her facial expression formulated a smile. It was the type of look a person who was criminally insane gave. The look that said that pain, that suffering amused her.

This didn't frighten me nearly as much as it should have.

"Yeah, I'm expecting an explanation!" I spat out. "Wouldn't you, if your soul was magically disconnected from your body, only to dismember a vampire, the strongest being on Earth and still be alive?"

"No need to get pissy," she bared her teeth in a grin again. "It was just a comment."

"So what's the explanation?" I ground out impatiently.

"You might want to fuse with your body again before I start talking."

I glanced at my body, collapsed several meters away, warily. "I thought the whole cut-the-chain thing kinda… you know, separated us."

"Again, just a suggestion," she shrugged. "You know, if you don't want to die."

"My soul's already separated from my body, and I think, for the time being, I'll keep it that way." Why would I give up this feeling of overt… freedom for the grueling confines of my old body? There was probably venom burning through it still, at any rate. "How much more dead can I get?"

"Once more, fuse before I start talking."

We both stared stubbornly at each other before I gave with a sigh, walking over to my body where I stood before it for a minute. I suppose, if dead, I couldn't exact my revenge. And I certainly, if possible, did not want to repeat this experience of looking at my body from a source outside. With gritted teeth I touched it, only to be violently sucked in and almost knocked silly because of the head rush. Stars flickered in front of my eyes as I attempted to sit up, my limbs feeling heavy and cumbersome when I moved.

But there was no pain.

I was perfectly fine with that. Hopefully this too would be in this stranger's great "explanation," which I should be about to hear, since I fulfilled my part. I turned to her expectantly.

She'd positioned herself carefully on the grass, lying on her stomach and picking at the grass some distance away from me. She looked curiously innocent now, her short, sharply cut hair blowing in the wind while she played with the daisies. But her eyes still flashed from so far away.

"I would assume that, by now, you've realized that I was the voice inside your head."

I nodded.

"Most people chalk these little guiding voices up to their inner selves, their source of reason. And they are. We are, I should say." She tilted her head and looked me in the eye. "I am a part of you."

"W—what do you mean?" I asked, trying and failing to keep the nervous shudder out of my voice.

"I am your sword."

"What? A human can't be a sword," I rationalized fervently.

"Exactly. I'm not a human." She stood and walked toward me, a grin growing on her face. "I'm not human, nor vampire, nor… well. I'll save the third for later." She laid a sharp-nailed hand on my cheek. "I am you."

She turned quickly at my confused face, walking back to where she was. "That chain attaching you to your body was called the Chain of Fate. If you could survive the separation of your soul from your body, then you could evolve into what we are now."

"And if I couldn't?"

"Then you would have died," she shrugged carelessly. "There's a big difference between separating your soul and body, and dying. You merely separated. This solidified your will to live… your will to fight." She bared her pointed teeth.

"My name… is Nemesis." She put a hand to her chest. "And I am your weapon, born of your will. You are a soul reaper. Should you ever need me, whether as a sword or as a guide, all you need to do is call my name."

I shook my head furiously. "I still don't understand. Why did this happen? All because I wanted to live now?"

"More than that," my sword suddenly appeared in front of her, and she pulled it from the ground. "Do you see its size, Bella? Your sword's size represents your amount of spiritual energy. This, this power was inside of you, but you couldn't pull it out of you until you realized it was there. The reason you couldn't connect with average humans was because you aren't an average human. And this started a vicious cycle in which you couldn't discover your own power because you believed yourself worthless, all because humans were repelled by such uncontrolled power. Only when you started to get a grip on your power you were able to make friends and acquaintances. Do you remember the first time this happened?"

I thought back. "When… I moved to Forks?"

"Exactly. You had a fresh start, with no one to put you down. And then Edward came," Nemesis spat his name like a swear word. "And your self worth fell until you were nothing but a puppet of his, controlled by false words and affectations. When the strings were cut you fell down a well of darkness, where your own power turned on you and began to eat you from the inside at the mere mention of its destroyer's name. Your depression wasn't normal, Bella, because you're not normal." Her eyes were fierce now, but beautiful. "You're better than normal. We're better than normal. We're powerful. And you owe it to yourself to show that side to the world."

"I think I could learn to like you, Nemesis."

"And I think I could learn to like you too. Now that you've woken up." She smiled. "But there's something else. You were bitten."

I snorted. "I noticed."

"But both your soul and body were bitten. This would mean you would be a more powerful vampire, ordinarily. But we're not human, are we?" She twirled a lock of blood-colored hair around her finger. "Your soul reaper's powers overwhelmed the venom since you were in your most powerful form, but you were separate from your body at the time, so I'm afraid your body has undergone a rapid transformation during the course of the last few hours. I doubt that you will ever be expelled from your body again, unless the circumstances are dire. But now that you've awaken, and awaken me, there is a very simple solution to using your powers."

"Which is?"

"You've already done it," she smirked. "I had you fuse your soul and body. Had you not, your body would have remained behind and your soul would only be able to be seen and contacted by other supernatural beings. But by fusing, your powers are always at your hand. One of these is the ability to mask your vampirism, by appearance and scent. I'm not so sure about diet… I know I prefer blood, but you may enjoy both human food and blood. You can take off your disguise at will. However if you get very angry you will automatically lose your mask, so try to control yourself. Or not, I couldn't care less. Means more blood for me at any rate." She licked her pointed teeth.

"Can I still use my powers with the mask?" I asked eagerly. I was beginning to like the sound of this deal.

"Sure, if you want. Using them without the mask packs a bit more of a punch, though."

I blinked, realizing something. "Wait… if you're my sword, how come you can hold my sword?"

Her smirk widened. "Because, Bella, darling, I'm not truly here right now."

And at once she was only a voice in my head again, my sword pulsating in my hand. It slowly dissolved into the wind, a fading voice echoing in my head. "Remember… should you need me, call my name. But most importantly… remember, we are one."

We are one.

I fell back with a heavy breath, shocked. This strange, powerful being—Nemesis—was a part of me. Born of me. Hell, she was me.

Nemesis—goddess of revenge.

She really was me.

I looked down at my body, my new body. I rose and ran to the stream, there before I realized I decided to move, watching a perfect face smile up at me from the river. And once the face was broken by an insane grin and I flopped back onto the grass, examining the pale skin, the narrower waist, the generous curves, everything I had always wanted. I could destroy the world, destroy my tormentors, without even exhausting myself. I could see his face in my head, twisted with fear as I showed him just what he gave up.

A little smile appeared on my face, and grew, and grew, until I was laughing like a madwoman while wind whipped around me, blowing Laurent's powdered remains throughout the meadow. I could smell them, I thought gleefully. I could smell them.

My laughter sounded louder and louder until insanity rang through, and I leapt up and slammed my fist into the ground, destroying the perfect symmetry of my only sanctuary with a crater. I screamed with joy, flitting around the field at speeds unknown, toppling trees and feeling the wind tear through my hair as I ran up the sides of birches, flipping in the air and landing lightly on my feet.

At last, I had power. At last, I was strong.

At last, I was steel.

I ran all the way home, ready to take the world by fire.

A/N: Yay! Now the fun can start! I will pretty much be writing New Moon/Eclipse with this new Bella. See how she takes Jacob leaving, the revelations with the wolves, and most importantly, will she ever find out Edward's true intentions? You'll have to hold on for a little while but I'd like to think you won't be bored. Next chapter up as soon as I can write it! Kisses!