I stare at myself in the mirror. The too pale complexion and red - rimmed brown eyes make me look like a ghost. I have purple bags under my eyes and my usually pretty hair looks like a rat's nest. What have I done to myself? I think.

What has Edward done to me? Should be the correct question. After two weeks of disgusting weeping and pity partying like a broken hearted idiot, I have finally come to my senses. I realized that I was just wasting myself after someone who might not even be thinking about me, let alone love me. I had been such a fool. To think that The Edward Cullen, a perfect person, no scratch that, vampire, might be in love with a clumsy human like me. I should have known he had nothing to do with me and was just playing with me like he might have done to other  girls.

Now, I am left with an empty hole in my heart and a rage like I had never experienced. I stiffly change my clothes and leave the bathroom. When I lay down on my bed, I try to sleep, but it escapes me. Soon, I am tossing and turning.

After one hour, I start counting sheeps in my head. No such luck. Why the hell is sleep evading me when I need it the most? At this rate, my condition will worsen and soon little kids will point at me and tell their moms- "Look mom, I see a ghost. Just like from the stories grandma told me." I think I am going insane.

When my hands start to glow, I know that I am truly becoming insane. There is no other explanation. I leap from my bed and switch on the lights in my bedroom.

The bluish white light still glows brightly as if unaffected by light. What is happening? Soon, my hands feel like they are holding something pulsing and I feel some kind of energy in them. The sensation is throughout my body but most concentrated on my hands. My hands start to get warm.

The warmness soon turns scorching hot and the power unbearable and uncontrollable. I let out a terror-filled scream and try to hold it, fearful that if I let it go, it will destroy something since the bluish - white light or energy or whatever the hell it is, looks powerful and dangerous.

I let out another scream as my window crashes and glass shatters, showering shards of fragments on the floor, followed by a man. No, a vampire, I think with dread when I see his sharp fangs.

He comes towards me in a blur and knocks me on my back. I cry out with panic and fear as he grins, giving me a better view of those razor-sharp fangs and I lose it.

I stop reigning in the energy and let it go. I watch with shock and awe as the bluish light hits him with such a force that it forms cracks on the wall he crashes into. The vampire lands on the floor in a heap. He is dead or unconscious, I am not sure. I can't risk my life.

So I dash towards the kitchen and bring a knife. Aiming it towards his heart, I gather strength and courage and bring it down. When I feel it cutting through flesh and muscle and hear a howl of pain, I close my eyes. Then a cold and deafening silence surrounds me.

Instead of feeling scared, freaked out or guilty for killing, I feel a sick kind of satisfaction. He was here to take my life, and I was just defending myself. Some of my rage has diffused knowing that it was a blood-sucker and not a veg one in their terms. He wanted human blood and I have rid the world of one of them which might save the lives of others he would have gone to kill after me. And a dark part of me is also happy that it was someone of his kind. The body of the vampire is now a small pile of ash which I throw away. It disappears into the night sky, showing no remnants of the once dangerous creature.

Wow. I have new and magical powers. A power that can kill a vampire and might be deadly for anyone. What do I do with it? I release a loud yawn and store that in my mind to ponder over later.

I am just glad that Charlie is out on urgent police duty and was not here during the loud screams and glass breaking. Oh. The glass. Guess I have to clean it. But tomorrow, I think sleepily as I suddenly feel tired and almost trip on my way to bed. I flop down on the soft bed and sleep overcomes me faster than I could say cat.
 

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So guys, how was the first chapter? Leave any comments on what you felt or any suggestions. There will be so much more of kickass Bella. I have decided to change her name to Eva afterwards in the story because Bella has a reputation of being the damsel in distress. Please vote if you like.