20 years later, the year 2034...
Bella's POV
I stared at the stranger in front of me. Her wild auburn red hair cascading down her back in beach waves, her kissable plump lips covered in a layer of venom. Her perfectly sculpted features, flawless porcelain skin and gorgeous golden eyes. Those liquid gold pools. She is beautiful. Well… even beautiful is an understatement.
I am her.
Bella Swan is dead. But Izzy Elizabeth was born. The famous pop star everyone dreamed of meeting one day.
So I guess you are wondering what happened to me right? Let's start at the beginning after my transformation. In my newborn stage I was a complete and utter mess. I stayed in the old Cullen house in Forks for about four years. I never went out, not even to hunt. My deep scarlet eyes turned to a coal black. I didn't move, stayed in the same position for weeks at a time. I tortured myself by curling up in Edward's room on his black leather couch inhaling his sweet scent. Often I would be stiff…ice cold from the pain in my forever dead heart. The pain far worse than my transformation. And lasting an eternity rather than merely three days.
Eventually one day, Edward's scent got so faint I could barely smell it. His room smelled completely vacant.
*Flashback*
"AHHHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Anger bubbled up inside of me as I brought my fist to the wall in one fluid motion. The impact rattled the house. I smashed right through the drywall, powdery dust flying everywhere. But that wasn't enough. Anger still demanded to be unleashed. In a flash I snatched the leather couch from the floor and swung it through a window. Glass shards shot through the air. Through the smashed window, I could see a fallen tree, the thick trunk snapped in half as if it were a twig. Wow I took down a tree with the couch. The thought plastered a smile to my face, I felt relieved, my anger gone for the moment. Until I remembered everything. Him. Pure hatred build up inside of me, raging to be free. I never thought I could ever feel such strong hate for someone. Especially him. At that one moment all I wanted was revenge. The fierce emotion took control over me bringing out the harsh monster inside of me. I roared causing the house to shake. Louder than wind or the crashing waves at the First Beach. Bella Swan was gone.
*End of flashback*
Glancing over at the mirror once again peering at my reflection. I smirked. I was a thousand times more beautiful than Rosalie herself.
Back to the story of my past. Sorry I just couldn't help but get lost at the perfection in front of me.
After my little breakdown at the Cullen's mansion, I decided I was no longer letting the Cullen's ruin my life even further so I pulled myself together.
It started with leaving the small pathetic town called Forks and I moved to New York City. I wanted an entire new image. No more plain old boring Bella. I went all out. First making a good old trip to the salon in need of a dye job. Settling on an intense orange red, the hair stylist got to work. In my depression stage while I was still a pathetic human my hair had gotten quite long. I had the hair stylist cut off around five inches leaving my wild red hair just below my shoulders. As my hair dried, the red strands turned to perfect soft ringlets.
Next was the big shopping trip. Using most of the money from Charlie's bank account, I bought a whole new wardrobe consisting of Prada, Gucci, Chanel, Burberry, Michael Kors, Marc Jacobs, Dolce & Gabbana, Ralph Lauren and much more. I could go on forever naming all the different designer brands I have packed into my many closets. Let's just say my fashion sense has improved a lot since my human days.
I used the rest of Charlie's money to a buy an apartment for the time being. It wasn't like I needed it for food or anything of that sort.
Then came piano lessons to go along with my musical voice. I starting performing at nightclubs earning a good chunk of cash. But one night in particular someone was sitting in the crowd. Turned out to be a manger from a record company. I got signed and became BIG.
But not as Bella Swan. Nobody knows that stupid weakling. They know me as Izzy Elizabeth. Isabella Swan is dead. Forever.
Izzy Elizabeth is the girl every guy dreams of kissing. That every girl wishes to be, and everyone wants to meet. Her name seen absolutely everywhere.
"Ms. Elizabeth, you are on in five!" The stage manager yelled.
"Okay!" I yelled back in my sing song voice.
At the moment I'm touring all of North America. I'm currently in Alberta, Canada. I leave for my last stop tomorrow at Denali, Alaska.
I stared into the full length mirror in front of me, checking my appearance one last time before I'm on for my first number. I must look good especially since I will be recorded online and on television
My outfit was made up of a tight black pencil shirt by Chanel that ended just below my ass, which showed off all my curves. Next a ruffled tank that exposed a ton of cleavage paired with my studded cropped leather jacket by Burberry. To complete my look I wore my highest shiny red stilettos.
My bright orange red hair parted on the side and curled in smooth ringlets which cascaded down my right shoulder nicely.
Then my makeup of course. A heavy smoky eye with thick black winged liner. And crimson red lips which shined with venom. The smoky eye went very well with my topaz eyes.
But my thoughts were interrupted when I was called to the stage for my first number of the evening.
"Izzy! Show time!"
Making my way out of the small dressing room, I smoothed my short skirt and put on a dazzling smile. As I stepped onto the large stage I was hit with the intense shining of the spotlights pointed toward me. Causing my skin to glow, not in an inhumanly way though, more like a healthy glow.
"EVERYONE WELCOME THE GREAT IZZY ELIZABETH!" The voice boomed over the loud speaker.
I sucked in a deep breath, not that I needed it and yelled,
"HEY GUYS! HOW ARE YOU DOING TONIGHT!"
My fans exploded in shrieks.
"SO MY FIRST SONG OF THE NIGHT IS MY NEW HIT SINGLE WHEN I GROW UP!"
The audience again screamed out and applauded as I began to sing.
"I HOPE YOU ALL LIKED IT! I WILL BE BACK SHORTLY. ENJOY THIS INTERMISSION! FOR MY NEXT NUMBER I WILL BE SINGING A SONG I JUST REASENTLY WROTE. THIS SONG WAS INSPIRED MY THE LOVE OF MY LIFE THAT LEFT ME ALONG WITH HIS FAMILY, LEAVING ME BROKEN! BUT HEY I GOT A SONG OUT OF IT!" I laughed a bitter laugh. I added some humor on the end hoping to sound a bit happier and less like a crazy depressed person.
I disappeared backstage to my dressing room to find my dress laying over my chair. A ruby red maxi dress that went just below my ankles. It had a strapless sweetheart neckline and the skirt of the dress covered in thousands of real diamonds. Using my vampire speed I ditched my old outfit and in one fluid motion I was standing in front of the mirror in the diamond covered maxi dress. I finished the dress with a pair of black pumps by Jimmy Choo. I sped back to the stage to finish the concert.
"SO I'M BACK NOW, THIS SONG IS CALLED 'SO WHAT'! HOPE YOU LIKE IT!" I screamed into the microphone.
"Na na na na na na na na na na na na
I guess I just lost my husband,
I don't know where he went,
So I'm gonna drink my money,
I'm not gonna pay his rent (nope),
I got a brand new attitude and
I'm gonna wear it tonight,
I wanna get in trouble,
I wanna start a fight,
Na na na na na na na I wanna start a fight,
Na na na na na na na I wanna start a fight.
So, so what
I'm still a rock star,
I got my rock moves,
And I don't need you,
And guess what,
I'm having more fun,
And now that we're done,
I'm gonna show you tonight,
I'm alright,
I'm just fine,
And you're a tool,
So, so what,
I am a rock star,
I got my rock moves,
And I don't want you tonight."
Through the entire song all I could think about what Edward. Get a hold of yourself. You got over him years ago. He doesn't care about you, he left you. I blinked back venom tears that would never fall. The crowd cheering brought me out from my miserable memories.
"FOR MY NEXT SONG I WILL BE SINGING DON'T SPEAK!"
"You and me
We used to be together
Everyday together always
I really feel
That I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real
Well I don't want to know
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts
Our memories
Well, they can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I know you're good,
I know you're good,
I know you're real good
Oh, la la la la la la La la la la la la
Don't, Don't, uh-huh Hush, hush darlin'
Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush
don't tell me tell me cause it hurts."
"THANK YOU VERY MUCH, ONTO MY NEXT NUMBER..."