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Hey all. Told you I'd be fast. Now there is a different dialect in this chapter and I've put in the English translation for you guys. I hate doing it because it ruins the flow of the chapter but I got a lot of complaints when I put this up on Twilighted so thought I'd skip all that and just chuck in the english as well. Aren't y'all lucky!

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Urgh! My head.

Fucking stupid vampire bitch.

Smack me!

I swear I'm going to cut her.

I pushed myself up gingerly, felt the room spin, and I grabbed my head. I heard a chuckle from somewhere to my left and I looked up and see someone perched on top of an old dresser. Shadows played across the room, and it looked like this place hadn't been lived in for well over 100 years. I squinted my eyes to try and see his face.

"I'm surprised you don't recognized me dear," he whispered, a distinct French affliction laced through his voice.

Well now I do, moron.

"Ah, Laurent! I was wondering when your fairy ass would turn up."

He growled and launched himself so he was crouching next to me. I saw his blood red eyes gleam with anger.

"Mmmm. Victoria told me you gave lip these days."

"Mmmm that's funny. Victoria told me you take it up the ass."

He snarled, and his hands grabbed me roughly around my arms. Oh yeah that's gonna leave a mark. I felt them tighten, but I kept my face free of emotion.

"Now, now, Laurent what did I tell you?" A silky high pitched voice travelled across the room, and both our heads snapped to its direction. I saw Laurent sneer, and I couldn't help but be a smartass.

"Don't trust big men in trench coats," I sniggered.

Laurent's eyes flashed, and he bared his teeth at me. I rolled my eyes, not impressed. I mean Alice is scarier than that.

"Ooooh! I'm afraid of the big vampire queer."

Victoria let out a giggle, and Laurent blurred as he came to stand at her side.

"Kill her now Victoria and make it messy. I'm sick of waiting for the time to be right. Just do it."

She narrowed her eyes at me and a small smirk toyed on her lips.

"Oh I intend to Laurent, just not right now. Patience my dear," she cooed.

"Oh I intend to Laurent," I mimicked in a high pitch voice. "Jeez get a life Vicky."

Before I knew what had happened I was flying across the room and hit the wall, hard. Pain shot through most of my body, but I bit back the scream that scrambled to my mouth. I looked up and was surprised to see that it was Laurent who had thrown me. He looked livid.

"Laurent if you spill one iota of her blood I will rip you apart myself," Victoria growled.

Laurent straightened out of his crouch and snarled at Victoria. She pointed to the door.

"Now go see how Riley is doing with the newborns."

Laurent snarled at Victoria before he walked out the door.

"I'm so sorry about Laurent, Bella. He misses his mate and he just wants this over with."

I waved my hand dismissively as I stoodd up and did a quick inventory. Some bruises and few minor cuts and my head ached a bit.

I'll be mighty sore in the morning.

If you make it that is.

I glanced over at Victoria, and she was looking at me hungrily. I suppressed the shiver that fought to dash down my spine. Her hair was even wilder than I remembered. Her eyes were shallow and sunken in. It looked like she hadn't fed in a few days, maybe a week. I silently thanked that she was so predictable.

"What's up Vicky?" I asked casually brushing myself off. She smiled slowly revealing her deadly teeth.

"Oh you know this and that," she replied, waving her hand coolly.

Great so she was going to play my little game with me.

"Mmmm, catch that new movie?"

"No I haven't yet. I have this whole revenge vendetta to take care of. Then maybe…"

I nodded thinking carefully. "Yeah vendettas take up time, huh?"

She grinned at me obviously enjoying our banter. She nodded, and her hair bounced vividly around her face.

"Especially this one."

I looked around the house. It was very colonial. The floor was smooth, and I noticed the outline of flat stones underneath my feet. A beehive fireplace sat in the centre of the far wall and the long exposed beams seamed to warm the cottage up. My gaze took that some walls was completely made of stone creating a remarkable mosaic and the others were the dark timber of the beams. I could definetly see the potential.

"Nice digs," I murmured my hand brushing over the mosaic stone wall.

"It'll do for now."

"Where are we?" I asked turning to peer down the hallway.

"Forks," Victoria smiles darkly as I flinch.

"Cullen land to be precise. I'm using the main house as my base. That's where my coven are trying to control our newborns."

I processed this bit of information very quickly. Victoria had been changing people for what end? Arh! A fight with the Cullen's. And she would need every fucking bit of strength she could get her hands on to defeat such a gifted and powerful family. I grinned at her.

"Breeding Victoria? You don't seem to be the motherly type."

She laughed.

"You seem awfully relaxed Bella."

I smiled, "Well guests can barely be inhospitable. That would be rude. Do you mind if I look around a bit?"

She laughed again, "Don't tell me your going to try and escape."

"Wouldn't dream of it Vicky. I mean we have a lot of catching up to do. It's just I've never seen this place before. "

She stared at me intently before nodding her head. I mean really where could I go?

I walked slowly down the hallway and noticed a small bedroom. I peeked in. it was empty not that I would expect to find it extravagantly furnished but the utter barrenness of the room made me shudder. I turned and walked deeper into the cottage. I came across the next bedroom, and obviously this was the master. Half the wall was coming down, and I felt the cold wind breeze through.

I felt my pocket and was relieved to find it's still tucked away. Even though I hadn't left home without it since I acquired this lil trinket I was fearful Victoria had checked my pockets. Then again why would she bother? What could one little human girl do to a strong hungry vamp?

God vampires in general were DUMB.

I moved into the middle of the room and sunk to my haunches. I pulled the switchblade from my pocket, pressing the trigger button and watching the knife flick out. It was beautiful. About three inches in length it shone against the moonlight. It looked like ivory, white and glistening. I was suddenly lost in my memories.

FLASHBACK

I shuddered as I walked down the alley. If this turns out to be fake I'm going to take someone down. I had gotten a tip from some dodgy asshole that a lady sold werewolf pelts down in New Orleans. I took the first plane out and landed late that afternoon. It had taken me all fucking evening to find the place, and it was dark. I knocked quietly on the door. No one answered. I knocked loudly before opening the door.

"Impaziente non sono lei?". (Impatient arn't we?)

I glanced to the corner where the voice had wafted from. A little old lady sat wrapped in a shawl, watching me with almost black eyes. Her grey hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her skin was wrinkled to the extreme. It looked like she was going to cark it any moment.

I shrugged. "Jet lagged," I answered simply thankful that Al made me do those stupid Italian lessons. Just because I owned part of the restaurant I apparently needed to learn Italian. She smiled, and I noticed most her teeth were missing.

Ew gross.

"I'm searching for a particular pelt."

She nodded. "Una pelle di licantropo." (A werewolf pelt.)

"How did you know?" I asked taking a glance around the room. It was right out of the middle ages. A small wooden bed sat flushed against the wall. Scarves and silk ribbons were hanging all over the place giving the light a different perspective. My eyes rolled over the tiny table in the middle of the room, and it was cluttered with all sorts of knick knacks. She chuckled evilly, and I suppressed the urge to run. I reluctantly returned my gaze to her face.

"Well how much?"

"$12,000."

"What if it's not real?" I asked. Money was not a problem, but I hated being shafted. I had to know it was real.

"Chiamare il suo amico." (Ask your friend)

"What friend?" I asked staring at her. How did she know about Alice?

"Il veggente." (The seer)

I froze, and she chuckled again. "I don't know what your talking about."

"Sì sì certo mio caro. Lei vede delle visioni del futuro, e lei ha bisogno di questo per fermarlo." (Yes, Yes of course my dear. You see visions of the future and you need this to stop them.)

I stumbled. How did she know I was going to say that? This was getting all together freaky.

"Squillare il suo amico mio caro," she said quietly as she turned slightly. I watched her hand grab the small phone next to her, and she held it out to me. I took it and stepped back wanting my space from this eerie woman. I looked down, and with a gasp I realized it was already ringing. I put it to my ear my eyes never leaving the creepy old duck. (Ring your friend my dear)

"Hello," Alice's voice chirped. My hand immediately cupped my mouth to stop myself from squealing. How long had it been since I had heard her voice?

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Who is it?" Esme voice tuned in, and I felt tears prick my eyes.

"I don't know. I can't see anyone," Alice murmured. I hung the phone up and stared at it.

Well they seem happy. Fuck.

My head snapped up when I saw the woman stand up from her chair. She waved at me dismissively as she stooped over to pick up brown papered package.

"I'll take it," I said a little too quickly.

"Certo lei mio caro," she said smiling her toothless grin. I pulled my backpack off and I grabbed the bundles rolled up in the bottom of the bag. After I paid her I grabbed the package from her hands, and I turned to leave.. Her gnarled hand grabbed my arm and she stopped me. Fear crept up my spine. (Of course you will my dear)

"Attenderla potrebbe avere bisogno di questo." (Wait you may need this)

I swivelled around to face her horrified that her arm was still on my arm. Her other hand was out in front of her, and I noticed she was holding a long piece of ornate silver. I knew immediately what is was but was puzzled at why she would offer such a thing to me. A switchblade? She touched a button, and instead of the regular flash of metal that I had expected the blade was white. I knew from my research what it was, but I had trouble comprehending the logistic's of it.

"Why would someone make a switch blade out of a lycans's tooth?" I asked staring at her.

She chuckled, "Lei dovrebbe sapere." (You should know)

I gaped at her. Her gnarled hands curled around my arms, and I feel my skin crawl.

"Va in che amando il burro e li rallenta. Il Paralizes loro. La saliva di licantropo è potente sull'ones freddo. Essere prudente nonostante il veleno è veloce." ( It goes in like butter and slows them down. Paralizes them. Werewolf salive is potent on the cold ones. Be wary though the venom is fast.

"Why would I need it?"

"Perché i giochi rossi di vincere." (Because Red plays to win)

I shook my head angrily at her, "Don't be so cryptic."

She ignored me instead her hand trailed down my arm and flipped my wrist over. She pressed the knife deeply into my palm, and then closed my fingers around it. She looked up at me with sad eyes.

"Appena portarlo il mio caro e tenerlo con lei a tutto volta." (Just take it may dear, and keep it with you at all times)

I nodded too fearful of the expression on her face to say anything. I turned slowly and headed back into the ally.

I flicked the knife in and out contemplating how to do this. I knew I was going to die, but at the very least I was going to inflict as much damage as I could. I couldn't exactly come at her. She was too fast and strong regardless on how the blade made her feel. I would have to get near her. That might be difficult, but I couldn't see any other way.

The knife was already working on her. She had felt it back at Duke's. The Cullens dismissed the feeling as the werewolf pelt. They had no idea I was carrying a lycans's knife.

I looked out on the main bedroom and onto the patio. It was a pretty cottage, one Esme could probably have turned into a fairytale house. It definitely had potential. The sky was dark and lightening played evilly across the sky. I stood slowly, pocketing the knife and continued to watch the bolts of lightening play across the sky.

How fitting.

I turned slowly and walked back to the living room. Victoria looked up in surprise. She was sitting on a small two seater that had a white sheet thrown over it. Her nails played softly on her knee betraying her impatience. I smiled ruefully and sat down next to her. She looked down at me quizzically.

"So we're just going to wait for Edward to get here," I said plunging my hands deep into my pocket. I curled my fingers around the switchblade and tightened them. Victoria stared at me then recovered.

"How did you know?"

"Oh please Vicky…you've spent how many years dwelling on this? No doubt planning everything to a T. There is no way you would just kill me first chance you got. You want Edward to try to avenge me, and when you've killed him you want the Cullens to avenge him. I understand how it works Vicky even though I am just a human."

She chuckled. "I'm surprised Bella. I'm actually starting to like you. If it weren't for James I would probably change you. You would be a fun vampire."

I grinned at her. "I'll take that as a compliment."

She shrugged and sat back. "Doesn't matter how you take it, you'll be dead soon"

I nodded and lent back. "So we just wait?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes Bella. We wait."

Silence encompassed us until Victoria cocked her head and looked at me.

"So why aren't you fearful of me Bella?"

I shrugged, "I accepted my death long ago. I knew it would always be you. I just didn't realize it would take this long."

We sat there for awhile, and I leaned against her cold shoulder, feigning sleep. She snorted in disgust, but let me be. The vibe the blade lets off is lulling her into a false sense of security.

I moved closer to her. We were touching now my hand just at her hip. I felt her solid exterior stiffen as I pressed the button. It tore through my pocket and carved easily into her hip. I pulled the knife upwards tearing her skin. I pushed it deeper into her side wincing at the sound that it made. It was like scratching nails on a chalkboard. .

She instantly made a grab for my hand but the paralytic that was seeping into her system made her slow. I ripped the blade upwards causing her to scream. A large gaping hole opened from her hip to her breast. I smiled as I pulled the knife out and stabbed again in the chest. I watch her flounder helplessly before she regained her wits. The pain must have been intense because she only had enough strength to throw me half way across the room.

I got up quickly and ran at her again. She was crouching defensively near the couch her eyes scrunched in pain and disbelief. She hissed as she saw me running at her. I knew she was even more deadly now, but I didn't have time to play around. I flicked the knife back in and braced myself for the sudden impact. She grabbed my hand, and I felt the bones crush in her grip. The knife fell from my grip, and despite my pain I managed to catch it with my other hand. I flicked it out again and sliced it across her wrist. It cut right through severing her hand completely. She screamed at me, and all I wanted to do was cover my ears. I was already slashing the knife across her belly. The sound it made my head throb. She stumbled away from me and leapt back against the wall.

"How?"

I flicked the knife lazily at her. We're both panting heavily, but I didn't want her to see how much pain I was in.

"Oh Victoria how do you think you weren't able to come after me until now?"

I had to goad her to come to me. She was growing more and more reckless, but if I attacked her she would be able to stop me easily.

"Your wolves," she sneered. I chuckled lightly but then growled at her.

"No! My wolf," I snarled as we started to circle each other. She was still being careful. Now she knew that I could damage her, she couldn't underestimate me.

"It's ok Victoria. That was what James loved about you. Dumb and willing," I taunted silently praying she would make the first move. She growled and lunged at me. I smiled as I easily dodged her. The paralytic from the werewolf fang was working slowly into her system. I knew it wouldn't slow her for long, the venom will see to that, but maybe enough for me to do some damage. She panted at me and we began to circle again. The lack of blood was both a hindrance and a blessing. Vampire made stupid mistakes when they were hungry. It also made them desperate.

"Come on Vicky. Play with me," I taunted her.

"I will kill you," she hissed.

"Try it. I dare you," I seethed silently hoping that she would be angry enough to just snap my neck. She faltered as she lunged for me again. As she neared me I saw an opening, and I pulled my weapon upwards and plunged it deeply into her jugular. Her eyes widened, and I pulled my hand upward and seesawed it to the left and to the right successfully severing her head. I watched it fall to the floor with a thud, and her body quivered next to it.

I bit back a sob and fell to the ground. My wrist was throbbing and the adrenaline that was rushing through me now abated. I suddenly felt cold and alone. The panic began to rise, and I shook my head forcefully.

Push the mental breakdown away Izzy. It ain't over yet.

"Okay time to burn this bitch," I murmured.

I quickly grabbed her body by her foot and dragged it outside. My wrist was curled up protectively near my belly, and it made dragging her fat ass take longer than it should have.

"God! Eat enough chips?" I muttered heaving her onto the ground.

I ran back inside and grabbed some firewood and kindling from near the fireplace. I didn't have much time from what I knew of destroying vamps, so I kicked her head further away from the door as I ran out. Her body was still quivering on the ground and I shuddered. I lit the fire quickly, and then pulled Victoria's body on top of it. Thick purple smoke plumed up and into the sky. I choked on the sickly sweet smell.

I turned and jogged back inside holding my nose and retrieved her head. I threw it on the fire, and waited for the scent to die down. I stood up carefully to get my bearings and sighed. It was a bit of a run back to my house. I had to check if Charlie was safe, and there was no way I was heading to the Cullens house with a wild newborn frat party.

The storm was now directly on top of me, and the rain began to bucket down. I smiled as I turned my face upwards and felt the droplets splash on my face. I shook my hair laughing at how lucky I was.

I took on a vampire and I won.

Man do I kick ass or what?

Yeah well, you cut her alright!

And I chuckled darkly to myself as I turned towards the forest and started to run.