Summary: Bella's life changed when the Cullen's left in New Moon, after graduating from high school and escaping the small town that held to many bad memories, she was brought into a world of hate and violence lead by a sadistic bitch named Maria. When Bella is given a second chance at life away from war, she finds someone from her past that will change her life forever. Jasper, now free from the controlling family known as the Cullen's is facing an eternity alone, but that changes when a bright red eyed, and scarred Bella enters his life. Can he help her heal? And what exactly do the Cullen's have to do with what has happened to Bella? Read and find out.
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Warning: This story contains real vampires 'human drinking vampires' and not just Peter and Charlotte, some violence and the author has a potty mouth! If any of this offends you, maybe you should find another story.
"I promise that this will be the last time you'll see me. I won't come back. I won't put you through anything like this 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."
Well, the asshole was wrong!
I spent six months mourning the loss of my first love and the people I had considered my true family. I had nightmares that woke me in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, with tears streaming down my face, and screaming bloody murder. At first Charlie would come check on me and calm me until I fell asleep again, but after the first two months he let me be.
Food no longer held any appeal to me, causing me to drop over twenty pounds and look like a skeleton, bones poking out of everywhere. Purple bruises lined the bottom of my eyes,and my social life had dwindled since no one wanted to be friends with the depressed freak.
I only smartened up after Charlie made a threat to send me to Jacksonville, and I truly saw the effects of my depression on him. The nightmares still made occasional appearances, but after a few months I was able to sleep through the night.
From then on I focused on my school work and graduated top of the class. When you spent your time alone with nothing to do but study, you got good grades. I received a full scholarship to the University of Texas, and decided to major in journalism. I wanted to write; it had been my dream for years, but when I met that stupid boy, I was willing to throw everything away to spend forever with him.
Over time I stopped mourning the Cullen's and became angry with them. Esme and Carlisle told me on a daily basis I was now their daughter, and that I was a part of the family. But they still left me without a word, not even a fucking goodbye.
Emmett was supposed to be my big brother, and be my protector from evil, and annoy me to death about being a clumsy human. He was just as heartless as the rest of them- his big, goofy grin fooling unsuspecting humans.
Alice claimed to be my best friend, my sister. In reality, I was just a life-size Barbie doll to her, someone she could mould into the perfect doll.
Edward, the selfish bastard who told me he loved me, made me believe that we were soul mates, and then left me feeling worthless and alone. I realized I was never really in love with him; I was infatuated with his gorgeous, crooked smile and false promises. I was a stupid, foolish little girl.
The only ones I couldn't be angry with were Jasper and Rosalie. Rosalie was honest from day one. She never pretended to like me and make me believe I was a part of the family. A part of me wondered if she was trying to protect me from what the family would eventually do. How many other human's lives have they screwed with?
As for Jasper, the poor, misunderstood member of the family, it made sense he would leave. We were not friends, so he had no obligation to me. I knew there was more to him than met the eye. His gift was a true burden that the family took advantage of, and there were days I missed feeling that warm blanket of calm that would wrap around me in times of stress. We may not have been close, but he always treated me nicely. I'm sure we could have been friends if it wasn't for that manipulating pixie, who had him wrapped around her little finger.
My anger towards the Cullens fueled my decision to move to Texas for school. I knew the sun would keep away any unwanted visitors, though I was sure the Cullen's had forgotten about me long ago.
In August, I moved to a small, one bedroom apartment close to campus in downtown Austin. Within the first week I had gotten a job at a small book store a few minutes away from my apartment. The owner was an elderly woman, though her name was something that had faded from my memories over time. She needed someone who could do the more labor-intensive aspects of the business and could trust to watch the store when she needed a break.
Between classes, work, and volunteering at the campus library, my first year passed quickly. I passed with a 4.0 GPA and made it on the Dean's list. I went back to Forks for the summer, wanting to spend time with Charlie. I knew he was concerned about me, and he knew that the Cullen's had done some damage to me that would never heal. For the next two months I spent some quality time with him, even going as far as to go fishing with him a few times. But after the time I knocked us both into the water, we decided to stay on land.
By the time I left in late August Charlie felt more comfortable with me being in Austin because he realized I was healing. School started back up in September, and I resumed my job at the book store, often running everything when the owner's health started failing.
My life changed in October of 2007, the exact date unknown. The owner of the store had been hospitalized earlier in the day for chest pains. So she asked if I would close the store,since the other girl I worked with wasn't available. The store closed at nine, but a delivery was late and didn't arrive until eleven. After I signed for the delivery and put it in the back room, I locked up and started my journey home.
The neighborhood was good, and I had never had a problem walking home late at night, especially since I only lived ten minutes away. Even if I did, I felt safe with the can of mace Charlie gave me on my trip home tucked away in my bag. I took my usual short cut through an alley way that lead to my front door; I was half way through when I realized I was not alone.
Within seconds a woman appeared before me, her hair a dark chocolate brown, and her facial features showing her Mexican heritage. By the time I noticed the bright red eyes she had me by my throat against the wall. The fucking irony of the situation made me inwardly chuckle; I had moved over two thousand miles away from Forks to avoid vampires,and I was about to become a meal for one.
She was silent, staring at me, probably confused as to why I wasn't screaming or pleading for my life. After that dick stomped on my heart I hadn't been truly living, only going through the motions. It seemed appropriate a vampire would end my existence after a group of them ruined my life.
"You're brave, I like that," she said into my ear.
"Don't toy with me. I know what you are and what you are about to do, so just get it over with. You'll be doing me a favor," I replied, not letting her sense the fear and sadness I was truly feeling.
"You know, I was going to make you my midnight snack. There is something particularly attractive about your blood, but I can sense something else, something that will be more useful to me than a meal I can get anywhere."
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked, the first sense of fear slipping through.
"You'll see soon enough," she said.
And that is the last thing I remember before I felt her razor sharp teeth pierce my skin.
I can't accurately describe the pain that is brought on by the transformation. I remember the feeling of hot lava running through my veins, the erratic beating of my heart as the flames lapped at it, charring it in to ash. The only relief came from the screams I was able to release when I was conscious.
After three days I awoke. At first I was stunned into silence by the small dirt particles in the air, and all the bright colors I could see. When I sat up, at an inhuman speed,I noticed there was a human lying on the ground beside me, with blood pooling from a small wound on their wrist.
The smell drove me crazy; I felt the fire again, but only in my throat. I fought to swallow it down, but it was like drinking acid. I fought with my new demon, to reason with myself that I should be like the Cullen's and drink from animals. But then the little devil got inside my head. My anger at the Cullen's soon became the only thing I could think about, and I killed that human to spite them.
I expected to be depressed and guilt-ridden when I was finished, but I wasn't. I'm still not sure if that makes me a bad person or not, but at that point, all I wanted was blood.
I later learned of the hell I had been brought into. My sire's name was Maria and she was the leader of a newborn army that I was now a part of. My life was to become nothing more than fighting and blood. Newborn armies had been around since the early 1800s. The vampires in the south fought for territory, which is really just a nicer way of saying feeding grounds. Maria had created her army in the late 1800s. She had originally been created as a soldier, but she decided to make her own when her army was destroyed.
I soon learned that there was more to this army life than first expected. As a newborn I was trained day and night by the older vampires. The fights were brutal, often ending up with two newborns going at it and ripping limbs off each other, or biting the other. I had, unfortunately, been on the receiving ends of both too many times to count.
I knew something was up when newborns that had passed their first year started disappearing. I found out that when a newborn had passed its first year they lost all their extra strength, and we they would become useless to Maria. They would then be killed unless they held potential for greater things.
By the time I reached the end my first year I had been in over twelve battles. My limbs had been reattached multiple times and tons of crescent shaped teeth marks littered my body.I prayed for death. Killing innocent humans for food after Maria would torture them was becoming tiring, and it was killing me on the inside. So, when I was finally able to leave the camp to feed, I started feeding from the dregs of society and was finally able to cope with my diet without the heartbreak. Maria couldn't understand because she is sadistic, but she didn't care as long as I did my job.
The worst day of this existence came when I learned I was being spared death. Maria said she had faith I would be of great use to her, and she couldn't take the chance of killing me before whatever gift that was hiding inside of me came out. I hoped it would never happen.
I was put on babysitting duty after my first year. The job was tedious; breaking up fights between the newborns and disposing of the trouble makers was a never ending job. I grew more disgusted with myself as the years went on, which led me to where I am today.
The year was now 2017, the month unknown, but from the weather, I guessed sometime in late spring. I had been serving Maria for the last nine and a half years, and when my gift of an impenetrable shield revealed itself during a particularly cruel punishment, I became one of Maria's top-ranked soldiers.
I was soon put in charge of training the newborns for battle; Maria trusted my judgement on who would be valuable. In all honesty I didn't care, being killed after their first year would be a blessing in disguise.
I no longer resembled the girl I was back in Forks. The physical changes were the most noticeable: my hair was longer, with red highlights running through the chestnut locks, my face was more defined and I had a body like a woman- not a pre-pubescent boy- and, of course, the blood red eyes I sported.
Mentally the changes were astonishing: my human memories from before Forks had faded, and I no longer feel as if I know who I truly am.
My mind was always on the next battle or the next move, because if I paused to think about anything else, the wall I had built up to protect myself would come crumbling down, and Maria would be the first to notice. The torture she could inflict on me was the sole reason I played the role I did. On the inside, I was scared of what would happen next, and I couldn't help but blame the Cullen's for the life I was living.
The camp is was stationed just outside Guadalajara, close to the ocean. Maria ruled most of northern Mexico and was making her way south. She never warned us before a move; I knew where I was only when I would go into town to feed.
I spent a lot of time planning my great escape, but Maria had me by the balls. I couldn't spend more than an hour on a hunt before she would send someone to get me. And if someone was to see me escape, they would more than likely attack and bring me to Maria for punishment. Many had tried to escape from her, but no one ever succeeded. Except one.
There was a story of a soldier named 'Major' that had been passed down through newborns. They said he fought with Maria and was the secret behind her success in the late 1800 and early 1900's. Some say he escaped when he couldn't handle the lifestyle, but the ones who worshiped the ground Maria walked on said she killed him when he tried to betray her. No one knew the truth since none of the newborns from that time were still alive.
The voice startled me, shaking me from my reflection of the past. The voice belonged to Heather; she had joined the army two years after me, and her gift of clairvoyance kept her alive past her first year. Unlike Alice, her visions weren't subjective. I wouldn't call her a friend, since people in the camp couldn't be trusted, but we were closer than most because we were both desperate to get away from Maria.
"What?" I asked, annoyed at being interrupted.
"We need to talk," she replied.
"About what? I swear to god if it's about those little shits in the barn I'm going to..." I said, but she cut me off.
"It has nothing to do with them. Bella, I know how we can get away," she said with excitement.
Her words made me freeze. It's not possible. "What are you talking about, Heather? You know it's not possible. How many nights have we sat here and planned only to discover some flaw in the plan?"
"What if our biggest problem was going to be eliminated?" she asked.
I quirked my eyebrow in question; our biggest problem was Maria, and there was no way to eliminate her. "Are you suggesting we kill her?" I asked, shocked at her train of thought. I won't lie, I had thought about it on many occasions, but she was always protected.
"No, though I like the idea. I had a vision: in it, a swarm of hooded figures destroyed the camp. I saw tents and barns on fire, and the soldiers being torn to pieces."
"Is it another army?" I asked, trying to assess the danger of the situation.
"No, I don't know who they are, but they are powerful, skilled and outnumber us tremendously."
"What's the plan?" I asked, realizing that she is right. It was our time to run. Three things could happen: we could be killed by the enemy, killed by Maria for running, or we could get away. If I couldn't be free, I'd rather be dead. I'd had enough of this life, and I wanted out.
"They'll be here in three days, right after sunset; no one will know they are here until they attack. I see them starting at the main barn, so if you can, be by the last group of tents just before they attack and you'll get away," she explained.
"Why do you keep saying 'you'? Aren't you leaving too?" I asked.
"I am, but I'm leaving tonight," she said, holding out a bag.
"Are you crazy? You'll never get out of here alive. If it was possible I would be gone!"
"It's easy to escape when everyone thinks you're dead," she grinned evilly.
"I need a favor. I'm going to start a fire, and throw my used clothing in it with the body of the newborn Maria will kill in twenty-five minutes for disobeying her. When she asks me to dispose of him, I'll bring his pieces to you. Once he is ash, I want you to call for Maria and tell her you saw me jump in the fire. When everyone is distracted, I'll leave."
"You see this working?"
"Yes," she said confidently.
"What about me?" I asked, sounding like the scared vampire I was on the inside.
"I see you running, then nothing. I'm sorry, I wish I knew more," she said glumly.
"Yeah, me too," I said sadly.
"Are you in, Bella?"
I had two options: take the chance and run, or stay here and be killed by the impeding threat. It was a no brainer.
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