Felt inspiration. This story will not be happy. Just letting you know. It's my outlet of years of heartbreak and pain. Enjoy and REVIEW. ;)

"I can tell you something about people

...The End."

I found out that Bella knew a lot about vampires. Apparently, she dated one of the Cullens. Edward. I never said his name around her but I thought about the effect the boy had on her. From what I learned about mates, you couldn't leave your mate once you found them. So, the boy lied pretty heavily. I decided not to tell her about this until I made her better. That would take some work.

We started small. I would sit with her in silence or create conversation. She was a very intelligent girl. The subjects were able to hold conversations on were not normal for a teenage girl. I'm not very old, let's be clear. I did read a lot of books when I was turned though. Joseph was an enthusiast and I had nothing better to do when I wasn't hunting.

I learned that Bella loved the ocean. The smell it left on her skin was soothing, she said. I learned that she hated her hair being long and yearned to change its color. She liked to read and write stories. They used to be about love and now they're blank pages.

I learned that she felt empty inside. Haunted by the ghosts of him. She said when she was around me she saw him telling her to run. It broke my heart a little.

It was not as easy as one would think to get her comfortable with me. At first, she had been afraid and apprehensive. Her heart would beat fast in her chest and those pale hands would shake. Stuttered responses were all I would recieve.

In the beginning, I would sit beside her silently (when she finally realized I would not eat her). I'd watch her return to the darkness inside her mind. She looked peaceful. Like being numb was her escape. I knew better than that. Being numb is more painful than the heartbreak itself.

After a few days of this, I began to tell her my entire life story. From the beginning, to that moment. At first she didn't say anything but I could see her waking up. Her recovery began as the questions did. I could see the realization in her eyes.

We were the same. The only difference being I was abused and she was not. In the end, it didn't matter because I understood and she needed that. Someone who had felt her pain. Someone who understood loss and the supernatural world. Before me she had no one to talk to. The wolf boy wasn't talking to her anymore over some bullshit. I was the only one.

As Bella became more alive, she wanted to be outside more. I obliged of course.

We went to the meadow, Edward's meadow, she called it in the beginning. I was surprised. She didn't flinch once.

Her father thanked me with awkward words of gratitude and questions about my "eye condition". The man was genuinely thankful for my efforts but I used my gift just in case he had suspicions of me.

We sat together cross legged in the meadow. She called it our meadow now.

We enjoyed the soft breeze and sun set here on Saturdays. She told me of the vampire Laurent that died here, of Victoria who wanted her dead. Cold rage froze my body even more than it already was. The thought of Bella being hurt in any way make my chest rumble with a growl.

I should have known..

"Are you okay, Ivy," she said, concerned. I cleared my throat unnecessarily and nodded.

"I'm alright. Just know that this Victoria will not be a problem much longer," I said with a strained smile. She didn't notice and blushed heavily. I inhaled and smiled. Her scent was delectable, yes, but it never bothered me like she said it did Edward.

"I wonder why you're still here sometimes," she said, thoughtfully. My face pinched up in confusion and she continued. "I'm just a human. You're all powerful and stuff. You could be doing anything."

I thought on this for a moment. She was right. After my turning, I never thought of humans as anything other than food, occasionally sex. Bella was different. The thought of leaving had never crossed my mind from the start. I felt the need to protect and heal her. Period.

"I'm not leaving you any time soon."

Bella decided to do the one thing she wanted to do most. Change. I held her hand while the lady at the salon cut her hair and dyed it. She smiled brightly as the strands fell to the ground slowly. I watched, enraptured. This was the beginning of a new start and I was here to witness it. To encourage it and applaud it. To tell her she was beautiful and watch her blush violently. I felt proud in that moment.

She wanted me to sleep with her more often than not. She said she was used to cold bodies. In the beginning, she would call his name in her sleep. Jerking and grabbing me in her sleep. After a while that stopped. The nightmares went with it. After a while it was my name she whispered softly. The first time it happened I swore that my heart gave a thump. It scared me. She scared me.

The way I found Victoria was an accident. I was too apprehensive to go to Seattle to feed and so I decided on mountain lion. Despite my earlier declaration of never doing it again. As I stalked the beast, I felt a presence with my gift. A mind in range of my gift. It stretched about 5 miles in radius. I forsakened the majestic animal and followed my sixth sense to the person.

She stood with a hiker in her hands at the bottom of a mountain. The man struggled in her grasp as her head turned to growl at me. I pondered Bella's descriptions and recognized her smell as one that I caught a whiff of coming to Forks. I smiled and felt my gift expand. Once I had a grasp of her mind I implanted an idea. Not a threat, it whispered. I could see the change immediately. Her body untensed and the growling stopped.

"I apologize for interrupting your meal," I said placatingly. Her head tilted at me like a puppy. She wasn't unattractive in any way. Too bad I had to rip that pretty head off.

"Let me finish this meal and I'll be right with you." Her voice was childlike and innocent. It was oddly attractive. As she drained the man I tensed up. He smelled good. His fear called to me but I held it down.

She dropped the man without care and stalked toward me like a lioness. I licked my lips provocatively and she grinned.

Her arms wrapped around me and her lips met my neck. Disgust welled up inside me unexpectedly. I faked a moan and grabbed a hand full of her hair. While she was preoccupied I planted another idea. Don't move. She stilled immediately.

I pulled her head back hard and her eyes widened comically. Her fear egged me on.

"This is for Bella," I sneered. I could see the struggle in her eyes as she tried to move her arms in vain. It was beautifully sad.

I ripped her head from her body without remorse. Rage overtook me and I proceeded to rip her body to shreds. The only thing on my mind was the things she would have done to Bella. The torture and pain she would have inflicted.

Once the fog cleared my mind, I pulled a pack of matches from my pocket and struck it. I had always been a fan of fire. It destroys and creates equally. It signifies purification. I tossed it and watched the pieces of Bella's torment and fear erupt. I watched it turn into ashes and dust with a smile twitching at my lips. Another chapter closed.

Bella scolded me and then proceeded to cried when I came back. Her tears stained my shirt and her arms wrapped around my neck like snakes. I closed my eyes as she wept tears of joy. Her warmth seeped through my arms as I held her tightly.

When she pulled back the tears were gone and something else was overflowing. I refused to try and decipher. It would only cause pain. I had left that in my human life.

Warm left found my icy ones and that thought left my mind.

Fire. It is cleansing and all consuming. It creates and destroys equally.

Her lips felt like fire and her tongue was lava.

Her fingertips on my face whispered promises that begged to broken. I left all thoughts to the wind. She wanted me and I was loathe to deny her anything she wanted.

It ended too soon like most things do.

"I-I'm sorry," she whispered. Her face was flushed and pale. I could feel her trembling against me. She looked terrified.

"There's no need to apologize. I enjoyed it," I said, smiling. And I did enjoy it. A lot. If my heart could beat it would be pounding like a drum.

"Me too," she said softly. A blush rose up her neck slowly but her eyes were intense. Something akin to desire lurked deep inside them. I steeled myself. I would not take advantage her.

"Let's lay down, B. It's late." Her lips twitched and she nodded in agreement. Her chin length, blonde hair bobbing with her.

As I held her, I tried to ignore her wandering fingers and the smell of her blood rushing to her face. I had never accomplished so much in my life. Not even surviving the change. My fingers grasped her hair tightly as her hand creeped up my shirt. Fire erupts in my body and my stomach tenses.

I felt foreboding saturate my mind as I realized two things. Two crucial things that were sure to bite me in the ass sooner than later.

1. I wanted Bella Swan

2. That would only end in pain

She got bolder and her lips moved to neck. A quiet groan slipped from my mouth without permission. My traitorous arms held her tighter. My treacherous hands smoothed over her back. I had never felt so much desire in my short life, such animalistic lust.

I had never hated myself so much. When they came back I would be discarded and left behind like I always have been. Despite my efforts to help her she would slip away. The only thing left would be pain. The saddest part is.. I would stay.

I should have known this was the beginning of the end.