A/N: Hey y'all. Sorry it's been so long. At least I'm here now, right? Anyway, if I don't get some more reviews I don't think I'm going to continue. It's really depressing me that no one reviews anymore. It'd make me feel a whole lot better; I feel like my writing is getting worse when people don't... or that it's not going anywhere. Surprise me and review?

Bella's POV

You could say that I was stunned when I felt a new presence in my room. I was about to turn around and welcome in the visitor who I assumed to be the love of my life, maybe even forgive him, but I felt something bizarre. Whoever was in the room with me wasn't Edward Cullen. It was a fierce new aura that surrounded me. And I was needless to say, scared stiff.

I peered slowly in the dim corner, expecting a wild face to come forward and attack. Laurent's and James's face came to mind first, but I knew that was impossible. They were dead, but the fear that lay deep in my heart would forever haunt me.

When I saw who it was, I was more than surprised—I was infuriated. My blood was boiling and I wanted nothing more than to attack. Damn my luck for not being changed sooner.

"I mean no harm, I promise you." said a surprisingly sincere voice; maybe a little annoyed, but definitely truthful. I was bewildered but she stood there poker straight, her features, much like any vampire, could outshine the moon.

It was Tanya.

"I wish I could say the same," I answered back brusquely. No matter how angry I was at Edward, I was even more so at the woman who took him away. The fact that she was there, that little slut, in my room made me grit my teeth until I thought they would fall out. It surprised me how hurt I felt. How physically tortured a person could feel when building up mere anger.

"Look, Bella," She started, the pitch as clear and musical as an array of bells. "He misses you."

I breathed deep and tried to look away from her perfect face. "Hard to believe."

She just sighed at me and went on, almost looking obligated. "Bella, I came here to tell you that he's sorry. He loves you more than me; more than he ever loved me. And…I came to tell you the truth."

I looked up. Truth? Could Edward have been honest the whole time? Did he do this through his own free will? Did he even mean to?

She looked as if she was about to cry; although I knew better. She seemed sorrowful though, and as much as I hated her—despised her—I felt the slightest of sympathy.

"I made him sleep with me, Bella."

A/N: TBC if you review. Otherwise the chapters will be a while. If I get enough reviews, however, maybe another chapter will be done by tomorrow…