(A/N: Okay, heres the deal. Edward leaves Bella, But little dose he know that Victoria is just down hill from him. Just one week before, they had sex. Bella knows she's pregnant but she couldn't bring herself to tell Edward when he leaves her in the forest. Right after he leaves, Victoria comes. Instead of killing her, she turns her after she delivers. After that Bella joins Victoria, but doesn't stay for long since the children are half human. One day, 7 years later, Bella is with the Valtori and her children. The Cullen's come for some help from the Vampire world's best and most dangerous assassins. What will happen?!?!?! Read and find out! =])

Edward leaned against a tree and stared at me, his expression unreadable.

"Okay, let's talk," I said. It sounded braver than it felt.

He took a deep breath.

"Bella, we're leaving."

I took a deep breath, too. This was an acceptable option. I thought I was prepared. But I still had to ask. "Why now? Another year—"

"Bella, it's time. How much longer could we stay in Forks, after all? Carlisle can barely pass for thirty, and he's claiming thirty-three now. We'd have to start over soon regardless."

His answer confused me. I thought the point of leaving was to let his family live in peace. Why did we have to leave if they were going? I stared at him, trying to understand what he meant.

He stared back coldly.

With a roll of nausea-from being pregnant-I realized I'd misunderstood.

"When you say we—," I whispered.

"I mean my family and myself." Each word separate and distinct.

I shook my head back and forth mechanically, trying to clear it. He waited without any sign of impatience. It took a few minutes before I could speak.

"Okay," I said. "I'll come with you."

"You can't, Bella. Where we're going . . . It's not the right place for you."

"Where you are is the right place for me."

"I'm no good for you Bella."

"Don't be ridiculous." I wanted to sound angry, but it just sounded like I was begging. "you're the very best part of my life."

"My world is not for you," he said grimly.

"What happened with Jasper—that that was nothing, Edward! Nothing!"

"You're right," he agreed. "it was exactly what was to be excepted."

"You promised! In Phoenix, you promised that you would stay—"

"As long as that was best for you," he interrupted to correct me.

"No! this is about my soul, isn't it?" I shouted, furious, the words exploding out of me—somehow it still sounded like a plea. "Carlisle told me about that, and I don't care, Edward. I don't care! You can have my soul. I don't want it without you—it's yours already!"

He took a deep breath and stared, unseeingly, at the ground for a long moment. His mouth twisted the tiniest bit. When he finally looked up, his eyes were different, harder—like the liquid gold had frozen solid.

"Bella, I don't wasn't you to come with me." He spoke the words slowly and precisely, his cold eyes on my face, watching as I absorbed what he was really saying.

There was a pause as I repeated the words in my head a few times, sifting through them for their real intent.

"You . . . don't . . . want me?" I tried out words, confused by the way they sounded, placed in that order.


I stared, uncomprehending, into his eyes. He stared back without apology. His eyes were like topaz—hard and clear and very deep. I felt like I could see into them for miles and miles, yet nowhere in their bottomless depths could I see a contradiction to the word he'd spoken.

"Well, that changes things." I was surprised by how calm and reasonable my voice sounded. It must be because I was so numb. I couldn't realize what he was telling me. It still didn't make any sense.

He looked away into the trees as he spoke again. "Of course, I'll always love you . . . in a way. But what happened the other night made me realize that it's time for a change. Because I'm . . . tired of pretending to be something that I'm not, Bella. I am not human." He looked back, and the icy planes of his perfect face were not human. "I've let this go o much to far, and I'm sorry for that."

"Don't." My voice was just a whisper now; awareness was beginning to seep through me, trickling like acid through my veins. "Don't do this."

He just stared at me, and I could see from his eyes that my words were far too late. He already had.

"You're not good for me, Bella." He turned his earlier words around, so I had no argument. How well I knew that I wasn't good enough for him.

I opened my mouth to say something, and then closed it again. He waited patiently, his face wiped clean of all emotion. I tried again.

"If . . . that's what you want."

He nodded once.

My whole body went numb. I couldn't feel anything below the neck.

"I would like to ask you a favor, though, if that's not too much." He said.

I wonder what he saw on my face, because something flickered across his face in response. But, before I could identify it, he'd composed his features into the same serene mask.

"Anything," I vowed, my voice faintly stronger.

As I watched, his face frozen eyes melted. The gold became liquid again, molten, burning into mine with an intensity that was overwhelming.

"Don't do anything reckless or stupid," he ordered, no longer detached. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

I nodded helplessly.

His eyes cooled, the distance returned. "I'm thinking of Charlie, of course. He needs you. Take care of yourself—for him."

He seemed to relax just a little.

"And I'll make you a promise in return," he said. "I promise that this will be the last time you'll ever see me. I won't come back. I won't put you through anything like that again. You can go on with your life without any more interference from me. It will be as if I'd never existed."

My knees must have started to shake, because the trees were suddenly wobbling. I could hear the blood pounding faster than normal behind my ears. His voice sounded farther away.

He smiled gently. "Don't worry. You're human—your memory is no more than a sieve. Time heals all wounds for your kind."

"And your memories?" I asked. It sounded like there was something stuck in my throat, like I was choking.

"Well"—he hesitated for a short second—"I won't forget. But my kind . . . we're very easily distracted." He smiled; the smile was tranquil and it did not touch his eyes.

He took a step away from me. "That's everything, I suppose. We won't bother you again."

The plural caught my attention. That surprised me; I would have thought beyond noticing anything.

"Alice isn't coming back," I realized. I don't know how he heard me—the words made no sound—but he seemed to understand.

Ho shook his head slowly, always watching my face.

"No. they're all gone. I stayed behind to tell you goodbye."

"Alice is gone?" My voice was black with disbelief.

"She wanted to say goodbye, but I convinced her that a clean break would be better for you."

I was dizzy; it was hard to concentrate. His words swirled around in my head, and I heard the doctor at the hospital in Phoenix, last spring, as he showed me the X-rays. You can see it's a clean break, his fingers traced along the picture of my severed bone. That's good. It will heal more easily, more quickly.

I tried to breathe normally. I needed to concentrate, to find a way out of this nightmare.

"Goodbye, Bella." He said in the same quiet, peaceful voice.

"Wait!" I choked out the word, reaching for him, willing my deadened legs to carry me forward.

I thought he was reaching for me, too. But his cold hands locked around my wrists and pinned them to my sides. He leaned down, and pressed his lips very lightly to my forehead for the briefest instant. My eyes closed.

"Take care of yourself," he breathed, cool against my skin.

There was a light, unnatural breeze. My eyes flashed open. The leaves on a small wine maple shuddered with the gentle wind of his passage.

He was gone.

I walked on shaky legs for about a mile. I herd the snapping of a twig and turned around fast.

"Edward?! Is that you? I forgive you for doing that to me, please, just come back home with me."

When I saw who was coming from behind the tree, I was scared, holding my breath, and not moving.

"Well, well, well what do we have here? Looks like Edward doesn't want you anymore. Hmm . . . What to do, what to do."

I couldn't believe that Edward just left and now I'm going to be killed by Victoria. My day couldn't get any better could it?

(A/N: Well, tell me how you like it so far!! =]I own nothing by the way!!)