Okay so in this story Bella doesn't know about the pack and she isn't dating Edward. She never moved with her mom and Jacob is still her bestfreind and still likes her. Enjoy! Oh and I don't own twilight or anything crazy like that.

Chapter one

I didn't want to do this to him. I really did love Paul, but I couldn't believe that he had the nerve to just throw me away like one of his old toys. That's basically what I was though. It just pissed me off that after everything I did for him; he decided to blow me off. Okay so what happened was that I turned into cat. More like a panther now, though.

Flashback

I was walking into Charlie's house after a long day of trying to avoid my stalker; Edward Cullen. I was having a really bad day and I just wanted to go up to my room and cry into my pillow. Anyway, Charlie called me into the kitchen and said he had to tell me something important.

"Now, Bella, don't get mad, but I need to tell you something."

"Okay dad. Spill."

"I don't really know how to say this, but… sweetie your adopted. No; more like taken into custody. But One day Renée and I were coming back to the house and we found you on the porch with a note. It said please take good care of this baby. Lord knows I can't. So we took you in. I never did find out who your mother is. So, now that that's settled, what's for dinner bells?"

"'what's for dinner bells?' That's all you have to say to me? I just found out that my "parents" have been lying to me for the past eighteen years and you want me to cook for you?"

"Now, bells, that's not what I meant-"

"Then what do you mean? You know what? Never mind. Screw it; I'm leaving. Good luck cooking." I said sarcastically, and then ran out the door. I had to see Paul. Right then I just needed the comfort that only Paul could give me. So, with speed I didn't know I had, ran to Paul's house and I saw him and some girl making out through the window. I was so upset; I got my phone out and I was going to call for a plane ticket, but I saw I had a text message.

One new message from: Paul

Hey Bella, uh, it's over. Thanks for the sex. It was really great but… don't call me.

-Paul

I was so angry. I had given him my last piece of innocence and he acts like it's nothing. Suddenly I was trapped in my body. I couldn't move. I could barely even breathe. Then, all at once, I unfroze and I realized I was smaller. I looked at my hands and saw cute little orange paws. I didn't freak out like most people would. I thought it was cool and that it would now be easier to get as far away as possible from Forks, Washington.

End of flashback

That was the day that I discovered that I was a cat. Well, more like kitten. But not anymore; not I am I sleek black panther. You see, apparently with cats your type of cat represents your personality. I used to be innocent and easily offended. But now, I am a Vegas show girl and I have slept with so many boys and men that it's not even funny. And the only thing I regret is thinking that Paul Levi was worthy of me and my beautiful body.

What Paul did destroyed me. When I arrived to Las Vegas, my self-esteem was so low and I was slowly falling into depression. Then I got offered a great job at a casino. The owner apparently thought that I had "gorgeous features and a sexy body with feline like grace". I know right; the last one shocked me too. But once I started I just kept making more and more friends, thanks to my new party-like nature and my overall newfound ability to actually let loose and have fun for once in my life. I have been to jail, but I have always gotten out all by myself. It's really easy; all you have to do is promise the cops a good time and BAM! You are a free woman.

But anyway I have changed so much. My hair, that was dull and straight-as-a-board, is now naturally loosely curled. My old mud brown eyes are now so dark you would think they're blue and I have a beautiful tan. But personality wise, i am a completely different person. I flirt with every boy I can and my usual outfit is a black cami with a leather jacket and black skinny jeans with black knee-high boots. I have made it my goal to change everything about me. Paul liked me because I was a virgin and because I was basically a boy with boobs. Actually I take that back. I was flat chested and i was clumsy. Yeah; that's how boyish I was. But I have completely filled out and that's how I got my job. I also smoke occasionally, and from working the bar I can proudly call myself a successful alcoholic.

So I'm going back to the place I once called hell for two reasons; to see if my dad knows anything about me turning into a cat (which I doubt he will) and to beat the shit out of Paul. I know it sounds pathetic but every time I hear or see something even remotely similar to him I get so angry I phase. So it's time to finally face the man who made me change everything about me and move on with my life. I know that it will probably crush down my emotionless walls I have put up and that I will probably hate myself for seeing him, but whatever.

Look out Paul; I'm comin for you and I'm hot as ever.

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