EPOV

Alice hid her emotions behind her eyes. Her brain reworked and reworked, over and over it repeated different scenarios. But I knew what I had seen, and she knew that she revealed too much. I froze in my seat, my hands clenched so tight I would have drawn blood if I was mortal.

The idle thoughts of the rest of the school rung in my ears, progressing louder and louder before the soprano bell rang out over the class. I rose before Alice could explain, apologize and show me the possible resolutions. I could put myself into danger. But not my family.

I had to leave Forks. No other option was open to me. I blocked out the thoughts which suffocated me. It would be unwise to dwell on my family, the shock that Alice felt was unbearable. He was leaving, again.

I escaped the confines of the school and I began heading towards the wide expanse of forest which surrounded Forks. Running. Hours passed.

I stopped several times, regret progressed into hurt, hurt progressed into heartbreak. I hunted, knowing that the long-distance flight would be unbearable whilst the hunger ripped through my throat.

I reached the airport, purchased the ticket and soon after boarded the flight where I slipped a well-used parchment of paper into my hands. I brushed over the paper with my finger knowing that this would be the time to open the well guarded message.

The one who saved me,

I remember your face, the light illuminating your soft features contorted in agony. You had saved me whilst I drifted in and out of a living hell. You also brung upon me unbearable burning which started in my neck before ripping through my veins. Capillaries. Into the very tips of my fingers and into the very depth of my bones before finally it ripped apart my heart. Chamber by chamber. My heart was slowly pulled apart as if by string, before being welded back together by an endless burning. You had given me what most women craved. Immortality, and beauty.

You must be wondering, how I found you. I know who you are.

I know who you call father.

And I know that the Volturi do not appreciate people who change others without first obtaining permission.

You left me with what every woman craved, but you left me bereft of what these women seek above everything else. Love.

And you will suffer, just as I have suffered.

It had begun, and rather than being hunted, I was the hunter. Alice's vision had gave me the path to follow, and I knew that two possible outcomes remained:

No soul, or no life.

BPOV

It had been the seventy third anniversary of my death, and as I stood above my empty grave, looking upon the scrawl which read "beloved daughter of a proud father" I reminissed of the times that I had shared with Charlie. I moved onto his grave.

Charlie Swan, 1902 - 1950

I was not beloved anymore. I was torn apart from my father. My first few years as a newborn was unbearable, the closer the person had been to me the more I lusted after their blood.

It started with Angela. Continued with Mike.

Progressed unto Jake, and soon afterwards others became victims where I had once loved.

But I never killed my father.

The murder was committed by the Volturi, as a trap they had caught the rogue vampire who was becoming too dangerous. I spent years with the Volturi, and as I stepped out of the haze which I experienced as a newborn the rage which once consumed my mind had subsided. I hated what I was. But mostly I hate what I am now.

Love was nothing to me anymore. It was cruelly aborted from me the day that I was changed. I would rather have been killed than be changed into a cruel interpretation of a human being. I hated the monster I had become, forever the hunger burnt my throat down to the pit of my stomach. I found out quickly who changed me, the Volturi revealed to me once I had gained their confidence.

They had not killed me, I had a valuable talent of protection. I protected myself from outside vampire attacks, and I could protect other people too. I was almost their personal bodyguard. And I quickly developed a bond with Aro, who I kept at a safe distance. He revealed to me the one who committed me to this hell.

"Carlisle you say, Bella" he contemplated the options. "I think we should be focusing on someone in his coven, his name is Edward, and he matches the description of the person you say"

Edward was going to pay. And Edward was going to feel pain as I've felt.

It had been little over thirty years since I sent the first correspondence.

And today I set my plan in motion.

Another chapter, but I really need reassurance whether to carry on or not, because I'm starting to stray with ideas.

I've been ill with food poisoning, and I really don't feel motivated right now :(

I hope you liked this chapter and I should update soon!