(This fanfic is on hold until further notice. It would be an extremely wise decision to not read it as it is, quite frankly, shit.) It had been 250 years since the Cullen's left me. Since the love of my life left me. I should have expected it. After all, I was just a petty human. I couldn't even walk on a flat surface. But now, the case was different. I could probably beat them up with ease. Let me introduce myself. I, Isabella Marie Swan Volturi am part of the Volturi. I know how people, I mean vampires, would consider this such a great honor, but not me. It wasn't as if they had given me a choice. They had come to my house in Forks, killed Charlie in front of me, raped me, and than bit me. I saw the Volturi as one of my greatest enemies. I am Isabella Marie Swan and that is my story.