Bella killed her way through the throne room, making her way to Aro who was busy killing the Romanians gathered army.

A battle cry was heard from behind, making Bella turn around but before she could find to whom did the cry belonged to, the vampire was surrounded by a green mist and the limbs cracked uncontrollably.

The body fell on the blood stained marble of the throne room, revealing a smirking James. "If it isn't my favorite mistress," James said, bowing in respect.

Bella shook her head in a light denial. James eyes widened as he looked beyond Bella. "Master!" He yelled, pushing Bella away to run.

Bella turned around with a frown which soon turned into a scream of herself as well. Aro's decapitated head laid in blood, his body on fire.

Bella covered her mouth, a broken scream echoed in the throne room. James stopped Corin from moving anywhere, levitating her. Green mist surrounded her body.

Bella sat on her knees, staring at Aro's burning body. Tears filled her eyes but didn't blur her vision. "No," she whispered to herself.

James twisted his hand. Corin screamed at the top of her lungs, pain filling every limb of her body. "No," Bella kept whispering the word to herself, trying to control herself.

James clenched his fist, a single crack was heard as Corin's body fell on the marble floor. James turned around to find Bella on her knees. He softly sat beside her.

"Mistress," James called. "Don't call me that," Bella whispered lowly. "Huh?" "Don't call me that?!" Bella screamed on the top of her lungs, her voice cracking at the last. James stared as Bella broke into dry sobs.

Bella sat in a armchair in a dark corner. Her coal black eyes stared at the blank, grey wall. The torn wallpaper revealed the brick and cement.

Footsteps echoed through the silent room as a dark, looming figure came closer to the armchair. "Bella," the familiar voice echoed in the room. Bella didn't even moved a limb to recognize the presence behind her.

James stood there in silence, staring at the hollow shell of a person he had come to respect... and love. He placed a glass on the coffee table near the armchair. The glass was filled with glistening blood.

Bella grabbed the glass with minimal action. Her lips trembled as she drank down the very thing which granted her life. The last drop of the blood dripped down from the corner of her mouth, leaving a trail behind.

"Bella," James called again, his voice filled with concern. "Go away," the voice which once was the sweetest thing James had heard had became a hoarse one. James flinched at the coldness it contained.

"You can't keep doing this, Bella. You have spend last 3 months in this very place," James voice pleaded Bella but the lady paid no attention to him.

"Bella-" "Go away," Bella interrupted James. James opened his mouth again to speak something but nothing came out. "I will be in living room if you need anything," James said, grabbing the empty glass and leaving the room.