Prolouge
Edward spoke slowly, clearly, "Bella, I don't want you."
I stared at him in shock, mouth agape. I knew I shouldn't have gotten close to anyone in this damn town!
"You... don't want me?" I said finally, the statement barely a whisper.
"No, Bella, you were merely a distraction for me. Just, don't do anything stupid, for Charlie, okay?"
"Fine," I spat. My jaw worked for a moment, then I reached out with my power, looking for trees ready to topple. I found one, nudged it a little bit, and then Edward had a tree in his face. He moved so fast I barely saw it and diverted the tree from its path. He looked at the tree for a millisecond, then turned and took a couple of steps. The words burst out of me before I could stop them.
"Fuck you! Fuck you, you dirty, lying bastard! I hope you die and go to the eternal flames of hell where you will burn forever!"
I saw him wince at this, then I breathed deeply as I let the cold mask of Belladonna flood my face.
"Ah, so I seem to have found one of the little vampy's sore spots, hmm?" My voice was cold, mocking. At this, he tensed, then ran off into the forest.
I wandered the forest for a while, thinking. I must have stayed out later than I thought because apparently, my dad thought I had gone missing and had people searching the forest for me. The guy who eventually found me, his name was Sam, carried me back to my dad. Dad tried to carry me to the truck, but I waved him off, saying that I was fine, if a little tired, which was the reason I had Sam carry me back, so I could sleep a little. I was merely keeping up appearances by seeming tired, yet I wasn't tired at all. In fact, if I wanted to, I was 98% sure I could run an entire marathon and then stay awake for another six hours of exercise. I'd done it before, once, back when I lived in Britain and was the Girl-Who-Lived, or whatever. I ran away just before my fifth year and took the place of a girl who had died from some sickness.
Her name was Bella Swan, and her mom mistook me for her. I met Bella, just once before her death. She asked if we could trade places, due to two reasons. One, she wanted her mom to be happy, and two, she could somehow tell I needed a blank slate. So 'Bella' made a miraculous recovery, and 'Harriet' died. Before I left, I found a spell that could be used to move and glamour scars. I had used it once before all my wizard stuff went into storage, and moved my famous scar to the inside of my right arm. Sometimes, when I was stressed, or Voldemort was feeling whatever strong emotion, I rubbed it using my left thumb.
I was broken out of my musings by my dad, who had parked, and was telling me that we were home. When I got to my room, I immediately flopped onto my bed and was out like a light.
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Hey guys! Sorry about not updating Persephone Jackson & the Avengers recently, my fam and I are moving to another state and the fact that what I write tends to reflect what I read. I'm not reading many PJO & Avengers X-overs right now, I'm more distracted by my newest OTP. (Which is the Tomarry/Harrymort/whatever other ship name there is.) In this book, I wanted to write Bella as a tough, badass character who instead of being sad over being left, becomes angry. She'll probably smoke at some point in time, so if you don't like that, let me know and I'll put a warning on whatever chapter it's in.