DISCLAIMER: The person who wrote this, me, does not own Twilight or any of Stephanie Meyer's other works. She is more than happy to give credit where it is due. Thank you, Mrs. Meyer!

ALSO: This story will contain spoilers for Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse. If you don't want to ruin it, read those first. Also, read my note at the bottom.

Edward approached the woman quickly, his red eyes turning steadily to black. He wanted her. He needed her. And he needed her now…. to pay. The woman did not back down. She stared back with a disdainful look. "You, Edward Cullen, should know better than to give me that look. You and I both know that you won't, and can't, hurt me. So you might as well stop giving me that look."

Bella folded her arms across her chest. "You, Edward, have to be the world's most stupid man. One would think that with over a century of life experience, you would know how to speak to a woman." Edward stopped in his tracks. He spoke in a slow, calm voice. Anyone else would have been scared, expecting the man to blow a fuse and kill anything within a 10 foot radius of him. Bella smiled sardonically.

"What do you know about life experience, Bella? You have been a vampire for fifteen years now. You should have gained a bit of 'life experience' yourself, but you are still the same teenage girl I wanted to kill that first day in science class. Now, I almost wish I had."

Bella snorted and walked up to him, poking him in the chest. "That…," poke, "is where you," poke, "are wrong! She pushed him back by his shoulders into the wall. "I am not the same, love struck, stupid little girl that was obsessed with you due to things I could not control. You knew the second that my smell went away that I was not the one for you, and I knew the second I looked at you without seeing your little 'false God' appearance, that you were nearly not all you seemed to be. You looked so cowed! And now, now you are tired of trying to make the relationship work. As am I. So, go to Tanya, take her up on her offer. That way, you won't get so jealous of my abilities that you try to starve yourself to make you look as powerful. We all have our gifts, and mine has pissed you off from the very beginning."

"It is unnatural, Bella. A vampire that doesn't drink. No, it isn't good to relish on the fact that we must destroy life in such a way to survive, but you are not normal. You don't have hunger. You are, essentially, the same thing you were except you don't have a soul anymore. You lost the thing most beautiful about you. And I am so sorry for taking it away from you."

Bella backed up. "See, Edward that is where you are wrong. If we didn't have souls, we wouldn't care if we killed people. We wouldn't care about anything or anyone. You don't want me now because I am not so awestruck, naïve, and lonely that I will not stand up to you. And, you just cannot stand the fact that I don't make you want to rip your hair out because you love my smell so much. And, you are jealous that I am just as powerful as you, and I don't need blood to sustain me. It is not my problem. And you need to get used to that."

"If I agreed with you, would you leave?" Edward snarled, pointing toward the door of their Alaskan home. Bella growled at him before walking out of the door and stopped, turning around.

"You know where I'll be. And you know the consequences of you coming. Stay the hell away from me, you…..bloodsucker." Edward hissed as the door of their home slammed shut as Bella stormed away.

Bella quickly got into her car. It was a new SUV; she still didn't care much about speed. "Time to go home," she said to herself as she cranked it up.

Alice looked at Edward from her place on the couch as she heard an engine rev. Of course, she had seen this happen already. She had gotten used to the idea shortly after Bella had been changed. It was, in her opinion, about damn time. Edward met her eye. "Did I just make a mistake?"

Alice smiled and shook her head. "No. This is a good thing. You will both find where you are meant to be. I encourage you to stick with it once you do. Bella is gone." Edward looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "She's going back to Forks, isn't she?"

"Where else would she go?"

"Well, what is waiting for her there? All of her old friends have their own families and haven't heard from her in years. And Charlie has been dead six years now."

Alice looked up at him. "You will realize soon enough. But…surely you can think of someone?" Edward's eyes widened before a guttural growl escaped him. "The dog…" Alice smiled. "No way, Alice…he wouldn't want a bloodsucker." Alice simply raised an eyebrow. "No…it won't happen. You are losing your gift," he said, doubtfully.

Alice just shrugged before hopping up from the couch and running up the stairs, calling back, "Whatever you say, bloodsucker."

One of the good things about not needing sleep was how easy it was to get somewhere quickly. Bella drove straight for Forks, Washington. She stopped only for gas and the occasional beverage. She didn't really need it, but she had not lost the enjoyment of a good soda or cinnamon roll. She eventually found herself sitting in her vehicle in front of a house that had not been used in years. She could see cobwebs on the porch around the railing. She got out, wondering why her drive had brought her here exactly.

It wasn't like she had family or friends here anymore. No, that was a price of becoming a vampire. She was no longer able to see them because she didn't age normally. After 15 years of being a vampire, she looked about 25 years old. In reality, she was almost 35 and looked better than most women her age.

Her body had matured to be quite beautiful. She was not as shocking or exotic as Rosalie, but she was pretty. Her face was still heart shaped, but her hair had gotten longer. It had curled and darkened as exposure to sunlight become less and less. Her skin had gotten fairer, although she had been surprised it was possible when she had been changed. Her skin had already been much whiter than the average person in Washington. Her eyes were big and bright, and her lips were full and rosy. She would, most likely, have to deal with being the "new girl" in town wherever she went. It would earn her the same as last time. Jealousy from the girls and looks from the guys. But, she had gotten used to that in a way.

She sighed as she climbed the steps. Feeling underneath the decrepit, ugly welcome mat, she pulled out the spare key. She had left all of her belongings in her anger. Nothing like a post-break up shopping spree. She opened the door and looked inside. Although not much had been done for the outside of the house, the inside was taken care of. That was odd. She had not hired a caretaker to keep the place maintained. She, honestly, had never seen herself coming back, and it seemed odd to sale her father's house. She giggled slightly, thinking that maybe her instincts knew that she would end up back here in the end.

Why was her house still in decent shape? She did her best to shrug it off. Maybe it had become a partying spot for teenagers. It was abandoned and had been for years. In her opinion, it was also poetic justice to party in the house of one of the men that used to go around busting up loud, teenage parties. It was understandable, but unlikely. After all, the lock was still secure. Why would they put the key back if they knew where it was?

She sighed. "Well, it certainly won't do any good to sit here. Suppose I should get some lights on before it gets dark." She hopped back into her car and drove to the electric company, Phone Company, and post office. After a few hours of hassling with disgruntled employees and another hour of grocery shopping, Bella found herself back in front of her "home". It was odd that this still felt like home. Their home in Alaska, while beautiful and extravagant, never did feel like home. The bright yellow cabinets and lace bedroom curtains beckoned her in their oddly comforting way. She walked in and flipped on the lights, smiling when they blinked to life. She looked around the house. Most was as she had last seen it. She had not been here since the day after her wedding; the morning before she was turned. Childhood pictures were still all over the place. She smiled at them now, in particular the ones of her and her parents together. She saw one of herself and Edward on their wedding day. She put it face down.

She slowly walked over to the couch. It was one of the newer additions. It was plaid and extremely manly in neutral colors. A plain blue carpet was on the floor. They were both good quality; Christmas presents from the Cullen's (which included her at the time).

She flopped down and felt something hard underneath her. She pulled it out and looked at it. She smiled warmly. "Of course, Dad. Always trying to throw hints out there." She gazed at the picture. She was standing in front of her old truck. Next to her was a boy that looked about her age. She, of course, knew he was a bit younger. He had long brown hair and dark skin. His eyes were smiling almost as much as his mouth. He was looking at her as if she were the most beautiful thing in the world as she stared at the camera with a nervous smile. She had always hated having her picture taken. "Jacob…" she murmured. Her fingertips brushed their holding hands, and she smiled.

So, there is the end to chapter one! BTW, I used to write a lot of fanfiction (Harry Potter) when I was younger. I can still write short stories, but I had writers block in all things HP related. However, I had this idea when I realized how I was, personally, a bit disappointed at the end of the last book. I decided to write it for fun and BAM I have a whole story line. So, I plan on doing this . However, I would love a little motivation to help me get back on my feet. I will try my best to update as much as I can. Please review and tell me what I am doing right or wrong (constructive criticism). Thanks for reading!