Enjoy! By the way, it's first Bella's POV, and then Emily's.

Edward stroking my hair was not helping in the least.

"Bella, please, it's not your fault!"

He repeated this like a skipping record, patting my hands and kissing my forehead. I had frozen. The numbness had swallowed me whole once again. I was ice, unfeeling and hard, and no amount of warmth could thaw me out. And I was determined to stay that way. I deserved to be ice.

He pressed his lips to mine. I scowled inwardly and didn't respond. His kisses were not helping my iciness.

After all, I was now the murdered of (almost) two people. First Sam, and now Emily. If it hadn't been for me, Emily would have taken a hike in the mountains and come back unscathed. But I was here. I closed my eyes, recalling the horrible vision that had frozen me.

Emily was leaning over a pond, tears dripping from her face and landing in the water, sending ripples across the glassy surface. She wiped them hastily away with the sleeve of her jacket, both sides of her face in a resentful grimace. As she turned, the wind blew her raven hair towards the trees. She gasped. Victoria stood coiled at the edge of the foilage, smiling.

"Stop-"

She screamed, but Victoria was in front of her.

I shivered. Edward glanced at me hopefully. I froze again. His face fell. He flashed over to me and scooped me off the bed.

"That's it. I wanted to do this when you were lucid, but you give me no choice."

He set me feet-first on the floor. I puposely keeled over and landed with a loud thump. After all, I was ice, and ice is immobile. He rolled his eyes as he turned to his dresser.

"I was right. You are utterly absurd."

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from responding. He swept me into his arms and propped me up in the wooden rocking chair he had stolen from my room. I started to inch down. Ice was slippery, right?

Edward glared at me.

"Don't even think about it, Bella."

I stopped where I was. Edward turned to face me, his hands cupping something gently. He kneeled down after pressing his lips tenderly to my forehead.

No. I thought. No. He wasn't-

"Be nice, love."

I gasped, my hands flying to my face.

Ever so slowly, he opened the ring box.

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Victoria had not come without a fight. Not that I hadn't expected her not to. She arrived at our little campsite kicking and screaming. Of course, this might have had to do with the teeth that were embedded in her shoulders at the moment, but how else were Paul and Jared supposed to carry her?

Her red barrel curls were strewn with leaves and twigs, the bottoms of her jeans frayed and muddy. Her eyes were a startling burgundy. She had what looked to be a deerskin wrap draped across her shoulders. This was over a faded grey teeshirt that clung to her skin.

The Cullen's paled in comparison to her ferocity.

I was ecstatic. She played the part exactly. She coughed an incredulous laugh when she saw me standing in the clearing.

"What, are you taking me for dinner?"

Paul bit down harder. Victoria shrieked in protest, every trace of her smile vanishing.

Her voice was a twinkling soprano, not matching her fierce appearance. I nodded at Paul and Jared.

"Thank you so much."

She stared at me before returning to her growling.

"What do you want?"

I crossed my arms, slightly irritated by her tone of voice.

"I believe we're after the same thing."

Victoria stopped thrashing and glanced suspiciously at me.

"And that would be?"

I smiled. This

"Bella Swan."

Victoria hissed at the name. I motioned for the wolves to place her on the ground. They complied, never leaving grabbing distance. I continued with my speech.

"Bella murdered my fiance. She killed your mate, didn't she?"

She shook her head slowly and relaxed. Even with her body slackened, she looked ready to spring. I shivered, slightly frightened.

"No. Her mate killed mine. I want to take this Bella from him."

I barely listened to her explanation. It didn't matter to me. I just needed someone with motive to help me kill Bella.

She killed Sam, so it was only fair.

I fought back tears as the reality of the situation hit me. Sam was dead. There would be no more sweet, tender kisses when he went to lead his pack on a search, leaving me worried and concerned until he arrived at the door. I twirled the tiny little sapphire engagement ring on my finger. He couldn't afford anything else, but it had meant so much more than any diamond.

I would never get married. My true love was dead, how can you love again after knowing something so real, so pure?

A tiny tear escaped my will and rolled down my cheek. This was all Bella's fault. I hated her. I hated her for coming to Forks and ruining everyone's life. I hated Bella for taking away my world. My happiness. My life. She was going to pay for it, even if I had to take justice into my own hands.

Victoria watched my face for a long moment.

"Why have you brought me here?"

My voice was small and desperate as I replied:

"I need your help."

She snorted.

"And why would I help you?"

I glanced at the snowy forest, ready to repeat my rehearsed line. It was my hook, the bait I knew the desperate vampire in front of me could never resist. I turned and met her gaze evenly.

"Because I can get you to Bella."

Dun dun dun. I saw one review that called Emily evil. Honestly, I agree with what she's doing. Wouldn't you hate Bella? Bella didn't need to kill Sam. She should've just ripped him off Edward. I feel so bad for Emily. Hey, here's an idea. Give me your opinion and what you would do in your reviews!