My Pale Skin

by Isabella Morgan Meyer

Summary: About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I was a vampire. Second, there was a part of me — and it scared me how potent that part may be — that thirsted for blood. And third, I was a murderer. A monster with no soul. He had given me that girl, and I had killed her, just like he wanted me to. Now he had complete control, and there was nothing I could do about it. Bella x Edward

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Twilight is the property of Stephanie Meyer, and is not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain from this, nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only. I do not own anything that bears a resemblance to Twilight or any other story on this site.

A/N: This story is dedicated to my best friends Ana and Juvi, without whom it would not have been possible.

My Pale Skin

Chapter One: The Hunter (Preface)

I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason enough in the past few months — but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.

The blood-red eyes of the hunter standing before me narrowed into slits as he inspected his latest masterpiece. Venomous tears that would never be shed filled my eyes, my clothes were tattered, and my shoulder was burning from his venom. Summoning up whatever energy I had left, I glared back up at him, my golden eyes shining in pain.

He took a step towards me.

"Such a shame," he said, his Italian accent carrying out the words vehemently. "It doesn't have to be like this, Isabella. You don't have to end up like that child — poor thing. She was no use to me anymore, and I don't like to keep pests around."

My eyes widened.

"You didn't," I whispered. Stepping even closer so he was right in front of me, he lifted my chin up to meet his smirking gaze with his free hand.

"I did," he purred. "You are next, and then that precious mate of yours." I snarled at him ferociously, the venom in my eyes burning like tears used to when I was human. "Oh but Isabella, you chose this for yourself, didn't you?" He leaned closer, and I ripped myself away from him.

"You won't kill me," I choked. "You can't… you need me!"

His face contorted in anger.

"I do not need you, or anyone else!" He yelled in his old timely way, his beautiful, sparkling face filling with rage. "You are merely a desire, and I will not hesitate to eliminate you!" Then he paused, composing himself again. Once again, his trademark sadistic smile graced his lips.

I could feel the heat of the fire from where it burned in the torch he was holding as it illuminated my sparkling skin with its flames. It was so close — the fire was so close.

"Any last words?"

I stayed silent and glared at him fiercely before collapsing into the snow in pain. He winced, feeling my pain from his gift, but never once broke his facade.

"No? Oh my, dear, you seem to be feeling quite a bit of pain there. How about I end it now and do you a favour?"

The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me.