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I don't OWN TWILIGHT!!! IT BELONGS TO STEPHENIE MEYER!

GOOD BELLA GOES BAD

When HE left me, I suffered. Then he off and goes to Volterra. I stop him from getting himself killed. Almost a month later—after he promised never to leave me again—they all were gone.

I ran away to Volterra myself to die. Aro convinced, after some heavy persuation, to join the Volturi. As long as they kept my mind off of THEM, I would be able to survive.

Aro turned me on spot. After the three days of pure pain and agony, I was a very powerful vampire. Almost stronger and better than Aro himself. As the years went by, I grew more powerful. The Volturi trained her. Pretty soon, I was the vampire world`s best assassin. They called me the vampyre. Everyone treats me with the up most respect. Like a sister and leader. I have firepower and could absorb any power.

I didn`t stay in the castle. I stayed in Florence. In a large Victorian style house. There were many I ever felt was anger and grief. Never happiness. Not without them.

I didn`t want to go off and find them. I knew if they left me a second time, they would do it again. They had apparently made it clear that they didn`t want me anymore. Twice.

It has been like this for 15 years now. I am not the bella the Cullens know. I am Izzy. I am not the same weak human anymore. I was going to be taking a weekend off from work. A mini vacation.

As I`m lounging on my sofa reading a book, I hear a frantid knock at my door. Everyone knows that I am on my vacation. No one ever comes when I am on my vacation—unless they have a death wish. I take a look at my clock. 3:33 a.m. How rude to come at such a late hour. Who is this with a death snetence?

I am only wearing a short black sheer gown with lace. Langerie. I threw on the even shorter robe and placed my daggers in my garters.

I walked to the stairs and pushed a button that opened the front door. It opened and I dropped my dagger.

The Cullens. They weren`t at all the same. Aparrel wise that is. They were sporting infected untreated scars. The scars were old though. There were many other scars. Newer ones. Still seeping a dangerous amount of venom. Not only that, but a series of vampire bites. There clothes looked like brown shreds. As if they hadn`t changed in years. Dirt covered their skin. As if they hadn`t bathed in years. What the HELL!?? My mind shouted.