WARNING: MURDER

Chapter Ten

A little over a month.

That was as long as I waited until I decided to go hunting again.

I had to act like the pathetic girl that was depressed her boyfriend had left her. I was pissed that Edward left, and obviously wasn't going to come back to change me. All that time trying to act as though I cared about him with an inch of feeling turned into shit. He was gone and so was the chance of turning into a vampire the easy way, instead of me going and hunting down some fucking vampires.

It was Halloween actually, and Charlie had been called to patrol the streets even though Forks wasn't the type of place that needed that kind of security. Nonetheless it gave me the opportunity to drive past him in casual but comfortable clothes in my shitty truck, waving goodbye. He cheerfully smiled and waved back to me, not knowing that his daughter was going after her third victim.

I barely paid attention to the town sign that greeted people, along with saying goodbye to them. I didn't care to study anything around me, the endless number of trees or the very few cars that were speeding around the town. They weren't anything that special, just some generic small-town scenery you would find in any northern forest town.

I reached Port Angeles around the time I expected to do so, and this time I wouldn't have to worry about Edward saving me. I could go after whatever thug, homeless, or drunk person was on the streets and kill them. I had grabbed one of Charlie's glass beer bottles from the trash and decided I would use the sharp edges to slice the victim up to my content.

I could let out my frustrations on how unfair all of this was, I had gotten too far into my relationship with Edward and his family. I had to be someone else, I had to act like it was possible for me to even want something romantic with someone, and in the end, it was for shit.

Plain and simple.

There was no need to add any artificial flavoring because like I said: it was shit.

Deciding to get some pizza before I would commit my third murder and officially be declared a serial killer in the crime world if they knew, I parked not too far away from a pizza parlor I remembered Charlie taking me to when I was younger. It was pretty cheap, only a dollar per slice and the slices were amazing when it came to both the quality but also the quantity. I would be able to eat two slices and not have to worry about getting something to snack for the rest of the night.

Entering the pizza parlor, it didn't surprise me when I saw that there were the children dressed in cute little costumes that they got from Halloween stores, along with parents that were either coordinating each other or with their children. Of course there were also the teenagers, college students, and adults in general that were wearing slutty clothes.

I was merely wearing a black sweater that said: THIS IS MY HALLOWEEN COSTUME.

It was in Halloween orange, in a spooky horror movie font. Black leather pants and black and white checkered converses finished off my look. I had my phone tucked in the middle of my bra, safe and secure. My hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, with a matching orange ribbon tying it back and away from falling in my face.

My waiter was a normal college guy who was probably from Peninsula College. A college I would have seen myself attending, unless I got into one of those private colleges on scholarship.

My grade point average was above average, almost completely perfect. I wasn't a genius, but I was smart enough that I could get a pretty good-sized tuition.

Of course I was also smart with getting away with murder.

I was planning on getting a degree in criminal psychology, pulling away the charades of serial killers around me while keeping myself safe and sound. I would be a traitor to my own kind of people, those that were monsters like me. It would be the icing on the cake, to be the creme de la creme. The one people thought was one of the best criminal psychologists out there.

"Here's your two slices of pepperoni pizza."

I let my eyes flicker up to where the waiter was, noting how he sat two paper plates down in front of me. The greasy, hot pizza was a sign that quite possibly I would be able to get away with what I was going to do after I was finished eating it. I picked up a slice and folded it together before taking a few bites. In the background one of the unfortunate offspring around me was overtaken by the old arcade machines in the corner of the pizza parlor playing.

I observed them as they learned how to play properly by their teenage sibling, or cousin.

They were taking in the different ways to cheat the machines with an eagerness that to others would make them chuckle or think it was sweet. It was just another reminder that even though I couldn't stand children that didn't mean I was someone who was going to end up murdering them. I was fucked up, but I wasn't a murderer of children fucked up.

"Did you hear about that girl two blocks to the north of here?"

My ears perked up as a voice started up behind me, in the red worn out leather booth connected to mine. I continued to chew onto the pizza, feeding the part of me that was just hungry for pizza. The hunger for murder would be fulfilled soon but not now. I had to sit here for a while and just eat some good, cheap pizza in an old school pizza parlor on Halloween.

"Yeah. Savannah White. They found her without any blood in her. There were a few bite marks in her skin, from some vampire wannabe. I wouldn't be surprised if one of her exes was the one who killed her. Her last girlfriend claimed to be a vampire, but she's just one of those fanatics that go and get their teeth professionally done to look like a vampire and join those weird online chats."

The other girl snorted, though she ended up in a coughing fit a moment later. Seems like she had managed to choke on whatever she was drinking.

I almost wanted to make her go into a coughing fit again, by turning around in my seat and telling her that vampires were real. It wouldn't really result in anything fun or interesting. Just her needing to get some napkins to wipe off the spit and drink that came out from her coughing fit.

"That's the thing though, the bite marks weren't fang shaped like Dracula or anything. They were normal bite marks but when they autopsied her the latex gloves the pathologist apparently had on were burnt off. Some weird liquid was in her body, they tried to test it but it didn't bring up any results. It was completely alien."

"You have got to be shitting me, Tessa. There is no way in hell that's what happened. And how the hell would you even know? It's not something that they would release to the public, much less a high school junior," the other girl argued, which made me inwardly nod my head to agree with her.

"Apparently one of the other pathologists was told about it by the original pathologist. Then the other night they went clubbing and their tongue got loose after a couple bottles of liquor. Totally lost their job and reputation. I think they're getting jail time."

"E-Excuse me, ma'am?"

Turning my head in the direction of where the person was that was addressing me, I noted it was a young mother with a few children that were in preschool at the latest. There were bags of stress under her eyes, and she looked as though she hadn't gotten any sleep for the past month.

There was a crying toddler holding onto her spooky holiday themed skirt. The hem danced across the carpeted floor and the kid was gnawing on one of the lollipops they must have managed to swipe despite the fact their mother probably told them they would eat their candy after dinner.

"Can I take your spot? You look like you've finished your slices…and all the other booths are full," the woman explained, earning a nod from me as I got up from the booth.

The woman sighed in relief and plopped down into the right booth, watching as her children got into their spots–seems like they had aching feet from trick-or-treating. The waiter that was mine earlier came bounding over, this was his assigned booth along with maybe one or two on either side of this booth set. He glanced at me, and I turned away to throw away the plates into the trashcan before heading out into the cold air once again.

I couldn't help but turn and look at the teenage girls that were sitting in the booth table next to mine, who were having a conversation about vampires.

Vampires who murdered a chick named Savannah White, two blocks north of here.

Girls that were in the category of wearing slutty Halloween costumes–a sexy kitty cat, and a sexy Nun (yeah that was a great costume, I was certain that was a costume that shot the middle finger at Catholicism). Girls that were glaring at me, almost challenging me to say something, but I didn't find myself caring enough to give them any type of response.

Leaving the pizza parlor, I got back into my shitty truck, thankful that at least Charlie was true to his word. My truck had air conditioning along with heat. I sat there for a minute and allowed the heat to come throughout the truck, rubbing my arms and wishing that I had a better-quality vehicle than the one that was gifted to me.

I had the worst luck with gifts.

I had gotten this truck when I in no terms complained about needing a vehicle the very day I had gotten into Forks. I could have waited until the weekend to go to a car lot and buy a car with the money I had been saving since the summer before I started high school. I had just enough money for me to not have a complete piece of shit, it wouldn't be a fancy vehicle, but it would be where I wouldn't have to worry about the quality of the radio or the heating/air conditioner in the dashboard.

I had received that camera and that scrapbook, which I hadn't used at all this month. Charlie hadn't made a comment about it, knowing that I had no real reason to take pictures more than I had to because my boyfriend and his family had moved. I would not take pictures of me with my group of 'human friends' that I was in a decent friendship with at the moment. I hadn't shied away from them, I still needed them, and they were of decent quality.

Plus, I had gotten rid of the ones that I couldn't stand.

Though if Tyler Cowley kept irritating me with the want to go on dates with me, since Mike was out of the way and I was 'ripe for the taking', I would certainly make sure to kill him. Quite possibly over winter break if he kept at it, but that was still a few months from now. Maybe he'd actually get some brain cells before then.

The only gift I liked that had been given to me had been from Alice Cullen.

I quite adored that outfit she had given me for my birthday, but Edward had to shove me into those glass vases and cut through the fabric of the sleeves. Blood stained the fabric, and I was forced to get rid of the outfit, I mourned for that outfit for it was a style that I actually liked and felt very femme fatale.

I drove until I could not see many cars around me. I drove until I was in the poor side of the city, and I drove until I was certain no one would care about who I would unleash my anger upon. The streetlamps were still lit, but there were some that had the lights broken so there was no natural pool of golden light there.

No sanctuary for those that didn't want to be in the complete dark, when it came to the streetlamps that were missing their light bulbs or were broken and most likely crashed upon the concrete sidewalk with shards of glass.

It was a good thing that I always had found such a thrill in the darkness. I danced and ran and whooped and hollered with all the other miscreants in Phoenix.

We drank and smoked, and sat in abandoned parks and homes, complaining about the world around us. Listening to me with actual interest as I proclaimed my dream, telling me my mother did need to die since she had never seemed to show any sense of care for me. I was her servant, the one who was to serve her, and she would never do anything that would result in me feeling good about the said servitude.

She would regret ever putting me into that position. I couldn't wait until I would see the blood coming out of her body, to see her choking on her own blood. Her hand shakingly reached up in emotion as though to plead for me to let her live. She would have tears flowing down her face, and next to her Phil would already be dead.

He wasn't even worth fantasizing about how he would look as he was pleading for his life. Nor did he deserve to be fantasized in his final death. As long as he was dead, then that would be fine. His heart not beating, and blood not rushing through his veins. Those damn cocky eyes forever unable to be used ever again, nor his tongue.

Finding a spot to park the truck, I groaned as the truck let out a loud burst of exhaust, quite loudly. Waking up any homeless person within the proximity of hearing it. Well, at least I didn't have to worry about the victim still sleeping when I would find them.

Grabbing the broken beer bottle, I hopped out of the front driver's seat and let my shoes thump against the asphalt. One of the streetlamps flickered unsettlingly, caught in an endless cycle of light and darkness. A battle that humanity often had, with the fight the whole biblically good would have with the biblically evil. Angels versus demons.

Moving down the street, straight through the middle where there was the yellow line that separated the direction of traffic, I let my eyes study the scenery around me.

There was nothing of importance for me, but I paused when I saw an alleyway where there looked to be a homeless person resting on a pile of dirty clothes. A man, and he was curled up with his legs bent knees up. He was shivering from the cold, and the worn blanket that was draped over him wasn't doing him any favors.

There was no pet dog nor pet cat nor any other animal that was guarding him. I wouldn't murder an animal, nor torture one. I would only murder or torture humans. I had no interest in those that liked to kill animals when they were little, nor was I someone who was a rapist or had a secret desire to have sex with a corpse.

There was a bundle of wood planks in a pile that were lit, but barely. They were on the verge of dying off, and with the weather here in Port Angeles…the rain would be coming soon and whatever little light he had would never be full and blossomed until after the wood it would dance upon would be completely dried from rainwater.

I stalked forward into the alleyway, barely paying attention to the spray-painted gang signs, or just artwork by amateur spray painters. There were a few syringes that were scattered across the ground, evidence that junkies came here in order for them to juice themselves up. Discarded, used condoms and other disgusting items were also thrown around with no care. One could end up with diseases if they weren't paying attention to where they were stepping, or where they would fall if they ever ended up tripping.

Crouching down next to the homeless man, my nose cringed back at the raunchy smell that came from the poor man. The beer bottle in my hand glimmered some from the flames of the small fire, sending out hypnotic glints. A random weapon that wasn't anything special, no knife like I had used the last two times. Just something I had pulled out of the trash, nothing important, just another useless item that no normal minded person would use to kill someone just for pleasure.

Bringing one of my hands up I rested it against the man's neck, making him open his eyes and flicker his attention to me. The dirt and shit and whatever else upon his skin would surely end up smeared upon my skin also. It was revolting, but then again almost everything in this world was revolting, and I was certain most people could claim I was one of those revolting things.

"Hush, hush. There is no one around here for miles. I need to let out some frustrations, you, see? But don't wo–"

Before I could continue speaking the man brought one of his hands up in a fist and smashed the side of my cheekbone, sending me tumbling back. My eyes widened as blood filled my mouth and I spit it out, thankful that I hadn't had my jaw broken but most likely would have my cheekbone bruised from the good fist swing he did.

"Get away from me you psycho bitch!"

The man stumbled backwards, himself, leaning on one leg instead of standing straight up on both of them. He was weak, malnourished and most likely dehydrated. His hair was thick, matted, and covered in fleas and other sorts of vermin. There were needle marks on his bare arms, since most of the sleeves of his shirt he was wearing had no fabric to them. A junkie along with a drunk, he wasn't worth anything in this world.

"I don't think so! You don't know the shit I've been through these past months! All of it was for nothing! Fucking nothing! And whether you like it or not you are going to die!" I screeched, the anger that consumed me was something that I hadn't experienced other than the three times where I tried to murder Renee.

The blood was rushing through my ears again, everything was a red tint around me. I was vibrating and my fingers clenched harshly against the beer bottle, hard enough that I had managed to cut the palm of my hand. The blood was dripping harshly from the nasty wound and hit the ground, attracting a group of four red-eyed strangers on the rooftop above me to the right. Well, that and the screaming I had started towards the homeless man.

The man tried to run around me to get out onto the street only for me to trip him and cause him to fall down. He gasped in pain as he hit his limp leg, the snapping of his joint a signal that it hadn't been healing correctly since its original injury.

Crawling on top of him I picked up the rock that was next to the man and slammed it against his skull. I pulled it away to see the indent, but the man was still alive. I brought the rock down again, and again, and again until his face was unrecognizable.

Then I pulled the glass bottle from my injured hand and sliced him across the neck. The blood gushed out of him, and I threw the bottle away from me before putting my non-injured hand down onto the man's neck, gathering up some blood. I brought my hand up and let my tongue lick up the blood, laddering it up with little kisses from my tongue.

As I did this I was welcomed with the sound of a slow clap, someone was clapping at what they had just seen. Pride came throughout me at the thought of someone seeing this and approving me. The right kind of response someone should have towards what had just happened. Not the annoying response where they would scream bloody murder and call the police.

Slowly turning, my eyes landed on four robed people standing in the darkness. I could see the jewels glistening upon their robes. Two of the figures were child sized, well maybe preteen sized, and the other two were very tall.

Their eyes, all four of them, were crimson. Dark crimson, the kind of crimson that would haunt your dreams. The crimson such as the blood wave in The Shining, crashing through the double doors. The kind that was seductive and ready to take your soul.

Without thinking I said, "so you must be the Volturi."

A second later all four of the vampires were in front of me, their features still shielded away in the depths of their cloaks, but I was certain they all had angelic, too beautiful features. Their robes, on closer look, were of the highest quality. There was detailing of roses and thorns and vines. The flower petals were the bloodstones sewn into the velvet.

"Hmm, and how do you know about us?"

One of the vampires pulled the cloak hood back.

A man who reminded me of a Greek warrior was in front of me. Paler tan skin, still rich, but still a tinge of paleness to it. Obsidian curls cascaded against his shoulder blades. His eyebrows were thick and arched, and his lips were plump. He had the traditional Greek nose, but it wasn't enormous but probably through vampirism actually made it look better on him than normal features.

"You can thank the Cullens for that. They left last month, a week after my eighteenth birthday. I was 'dating' Edward Cullen but was really using him so that I could become a vampire. I managed to kill two of my classmates without them knowing."

I couldn't help but brag, causing the vampire to nod his head and seem as though he was actually impressed with what I had said. He must have never been around a human that was like me, others were anything but inspiring serial killers. They were the victims. They were the ones that would most likely end up being killed by the Volturi guard that were in front of me.

"I have to admit, you intrigue us. You see, we just took care of a couple of nomads that were bringing too much attention to vampires. They were originally in Seattle but have been down here for two weeks. We were heading back up to Seattle when we came across you."

I listened to them with rapt attention. I had never given as much attention to them as I ever did before. I listened to them as they introduced themselves.

The one who had spoken and seemed to be speaking for the group was Demetri.

He had a Gift where he was able to track anyone he wanted in the world, only by catching a scent of them from someone that knew them.

Then there was the vampire next to him, big and burly with thick but not as thick, dark hair and who reminded me of Emmett. He was Felix, and though he was not Gifted he still had extreme strength for someone who was a vampire.

The preteens were Alec and Jane, the surrogate children of Aro Volturi and if I played my cards right, eventually my surrogate children. They had Gifts, Jane had the Gift of making someone feel intense pain while Alec had the Gift of numbness. They both had dark brown hair, Alec's hair was to his shoulders and was tied in a low ponytail by a leather thong, while Jane's hair fell to her waist in soft curls that made her look even more youthful.

Alec and Janes' Gifts did not work on me, something they had never experienced before. They weren't surprised when I told them that I had the ability of being a shield. Instead of anger, excitement seemed to flood through them.

Once introductions were over, I looked down at the body and then at the four vampires in front of me. They were watching me with an unhealthy obsession, as though they wanted to collect me. It was enough for me to smile and say, "so should we head back to Italy, then?"

The four identical smirks were their only response.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this has to be one of my favorite chapters so far in this fanfiction. :)

UPDATE 2 OF 3

the next chapter: Bella finally meets her sexy man but learns that she has to go through 3 trials before becoming a vampire and queen. Give me ideas on how their meeting should go down.

as always: Twilight doesn't belong to me.

-EmmynotEmma