Not my story...
Disclaimer: In a fit of sorrow and madness I must confess that I don't actually own these characters or this world. Please excuse me while I go slit my wrists in a fit of emo-ness.
Chapter One
The eyes; deep scarlet, bleeding into pitch black.
Those eyes caught my own terrified brown ones in their hypnotic gaze as the huntress stalked closer to me. I was curled up in the corner watching her fearfully as she came closer and closer.
Involuntarily I cast a quick glance into the corner where Charlie's body lay. She'd gotten him first, in the middle of the night.
Her beautifully fierce lips curved into a smirk, her fangs dripping venom down over the reddened lips and down her alabaster chin.
"Bella, Bella, Bella," her musical voice was taunting as she wandered further towards me. I was trying to push myself further into the wall, anything to get away from this mad woman.
"Poor little Isabella. Where's your precious Edward now? Not coming to save you?" The hole in my chest gave a particularly strong throb at the mention of his name.
She was right of course. Edward wasn't here, he probably wasn't coming back either. I meant nothing to him. Poor plain, clumsy Isabella Swan would never be good enough for a beautiful, graceful angel like Edward Cullen.
I guess I should have realised that sooner. Maybe it wouldn't have hurt so much when he left.
Oh, who am I kidding? Of course it would have hurt either way. I just didn't want to admit it at the time. Admit that there was no way I would ever be enough for him to love.
He said as much to me when he left.
'You're no good for me.'
Of course I wasn't. I can't even walk over a flat surface without finding something to trip over. I can't even protect my own father. I looked again into Charlie's blank eyes.
I did this to him. I brought the darkness into our lives.
I killed him, the only parent I had left.
Renee died in a car accident about two months ago during my 'empty' period. I hadn't written to her in the longest time. She must have been so worried about me. Worried enough to not be concentrating on driving.
Did I kill my mother as well?
Did I cause the death of free spirited Renee who could never keep down one hobby?
Edward was right to keep away from me. I'd probably somehow cause his demise and the rest of the Cullen's; Alice, Emmett, Jasper, Carlisle, Esme, even Rosalie. In spite of the fact that it's exceptionally hard to kill a vampire, I'm sure I'd somehow accidentally manage it.
The vampire cupped my face with one marble cold, hard hand and tilted it up to meet her crimson eyes
"Do you know why I'm here little Bella?" she asked lightly.
Innocence dripped through her voice, innocence I knew to be false. I remained silent.
Gently, almost carefully she gave a little slap to my cheek. Enough to give a little sting but not enough to bruise
"Answer me when I speak to you my little snack," her finger clasped round my face, harder this time "Do you know why I'm here?"
I swallowed my fear and answered as sarcastically as I could manage "I'm not sure Victoria but please, feel free to tell me."
