A/N: Sorry about the random person in this chapter; i got annoyed when writing this. my mom wants me to make sure that this is not a death threat, so this is not a death threat! So, again, please reveiw! thanks so much for reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or any of it's character.

I remember going to the ballet studio to save my mom. She wasn't there. It was all a trick. The tracker was going to kill me, and then try to kill Edward. But he got there first. I remember Edward getting hurt, and then the tracker going over and biting me. After that, I started screaming.

I could still hear Edward say "No, no Bella, no. bella, I'm so sorry. Bella, I love you." And then he paused and said "I love you, Bella. I have since the moment I met you, and I always will." He kissed my hand, and got up.

I remember hearing a sound like rock breaking, or metal tearing. And I smelled smoke. The next thing I knew, I was being lifted into the strong arms of a vampire, Edward no doubt. The wind was rushing past us, so he was running. To Carlisle, possibly.

I was tired, because of the pain, and everything that had happened. The pain worsened, pulling me under. After that, I blacked out.

The pain was almost over. I could feel my heart slowing. I could also feel like arms of a vampire cradling me to his chest, I felt fine there, so I knew it was Edward. And then my heart slowed even more, and stopped. That was it. I'm a vampire! I took a deep breath in, and opened my eyes.

I looked up at the eyes above me, vampire eyes. But not Edward's. They were red, not his topaz, butterscotch eyes. I then looked at the face. Not Edward's. I was looking at someone else's face. I was in the arms of someone else. I was staring in the eyes of the hunter, the tracker, James.

I screamed. James dropped me in surprise. Amazingly, I sprung right back up, and sprinted 10 feet away. Wow, I was fast! He took a step towards me, making me step back in response.

"W-where's Edward?" I asked tentatively.

"Where do you think he is?" James replied.

"In Forks with the rest of the Cullens...?" I said. He snorted, and raised an eyebrow. Then he quickly got within a foot of m. I was pressed up against a tree, and couldn't escape.

"Bella, honey, I-"

"Don't call me that," I snapped quickly.

"Bella, in the ballet studio, I won. I killed him. He's gone."

"No. you're lying. He isn't dead. You just took me out here to trick me, to trick us. He's perfectly fine. I'm just a-a vampire," o said, mainly to myself.

"If he's alive, then how am I here? Do you really think he would let me escape with you while he's still alive?"

He was right. Edward wouldn't let him take me. The realization hit: Edward is dead. I don't know how that is possible, but he's gone.

"Oh my god, no!" I shouted, as I pushed him away from me. He staggered back; I was surprised at my strength. I started hyperventilating as I slumped against the tree until I reached the ground, where I curled into a ball; arms around my knees. I heard him crouch down next to me.

"Bella, I-," but I cut him off with my screams when he lightly touched my cheek with the tips of his fingers. I scrambled up, springing 6 feet away, with my back to another tree. It felt like my cheek had been sparked, slightly like when Edward and I had touched...

"Don't touch me. You killed him. You're his murderer. You'll probably end up destroying me, too. Why didn't you just let me burn along side of him?" I curled into a ball again, against a tree, and put my head in my hands. I started heaving dry, hollow sobs. I didn't hear him try to approach me again. I peeked up through my hair, and saw him standing about 12 feet away, staring at me. Then he cleared his throat.

"You should, um, hunt. Or are you going back to the Cullen's first?"

Go back to the Cullen's. huh. I hadn't thought about that, but I couldn't. It's my fault Edward died. I couldn't face them, seeing the disappointment and grief in their eyes.

"No!" I shook my head violently. "I can't go back."

"You still have to hunt. Do you want me to bring something back to you? I'm sure there's an idiotic hiker or two close by," he said. And I got what he meant. Humans as food. I shouldn't...But why not?

"Screw it. I'll come"

"No, I'll bring something back for you. Stay here. I'll be right back," he smirked, and then ran away quickly.

It looks like I have some time to myself. I sighed. Do I really want to kill a random, innocent human? Do I really care anymore? Then I heard a human scream, with a light country accent.

"Oh my Jonas, get your hands off me! Ow, you're hurting me! My security guards are gonna find you, and kick your butt! You won't get away with this! My daddy will find me! You won't get the ransom money!" she wailed.

"Now why the hell would I want ransom? I have no need for money. We want something else from you..." James snorted as he lead her into the clearing I was in. when I looked at the girl, I gasped.

"Don't you know who I am? What makes you think you have the right to kidnap me?"

"No, we don't know who you are. It's not like we have a record of all humans."

"I know who you are," I whispered. James turned to glare at me. He grabbed her upper arm and pulled her along with him as he walked to me.

"What the hell is her name and how the hell do you know her?"

"I don't know her. I mean, I know of her. Everyone does. Even if they don't want to. It's not my fault if I pass a random magazine with her most recent break up on it," I stammered.

"Bella, who the hell is she?"

"She's-" I started to say.

"I'm Miley Cyrus. Duh!"

"That should mean something to me...how? Bella, just get to the point. Do you want me to cut her for you?"

"Oh my Jonas, how could you not know who I am?!" Miley gasped.

"Miley has her own TV show on Disney Channel. Surely you have heard of Disney. They dominate everything. She also sings. Not that well, might I add. No offense," I threw her way. James nodded, and I took that as a signal to let my new-found natural instincts take over. I was thankful that she had her hair up as I bent my head to her neck. About an inch away, I stopped, and lifted my head up.

"James, I can't do it," I whispered. He sighed, and took out a knife. Oh. That's what it's for.

"Wrist or neck?" he asked.

"Neck," I nodded. He started to raise the knife to her throat.

"Wait, before you kill me, can I say one thing?" she went on without being told to. "Are you two, like, together or something? Cause you look it." James opened his mouth to say speak, but I cut him off.

"No, of course not. He murdered my one true love. Would you be with the person who killed your boyfriend?" I snapped. James flinched, and then raised the knife to her neck. Miley screamed, and James slapped her across the face, causing her to shut up. He pressed the knife to her throat. I nodded, and he added more pressure. Blood spurted out. I couldn't control myself, and I sunk her teeth into her throat.