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Party Girl

3 years have passed since Edward left Bella. She never turned to Jacob for help. Now at 21 Izzy is an internationally known supermodel. What happens when the past comes knocking at her door? Can she forgive and forget? Or will she continue to be human? Please read! Rated- Teen for partying and mild language. IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE DO NOT SKIP!!!!


4. Nightmare

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We were standing there, again. I knew I was dreaming but everything still felt real. "Bella we're leaving." Edward said and the scene transformed. I was in the meadow hiking. Laurent was there again. I screamed at Jacob to run. He ran towards me and transformed into a reddish brown wolf. I screamed for him to keep running away, I knew this would end badly. I watched the fight between Laurent and Jacob my protector, one was losing I just didn't know which one. A moment later, there was a pile of Laurent, shredded. As he walked towards me I noticed he was limping, he phased back. "Bella I love you." Jacob weakly said before passing out.

I screamed out as he collapsed. Racing up to him I called out for help. I began searching for any pulse when I reached him, none. Oh no, please god no. Please no, please! "HELP!" I screeched out as I realized he was dead. I began sobbing again.

As I fell out of bed I woke up drenched in a cold sweat. Every night since I so stupidly went to the meadow I have this nightmare. If I hadn't of gone to the meadow Jake would still be alive. Laurent bit him and because he was a werewolf the venom killed him almost instantly.

It took twenty minutes to be found. The rest of the La Push werewolves found us. Once I was home I resumed my cationic state. After about two months I ran away. I sent my parent's money so that they would always be protected and my ads basically showing them I was somewhat okay. From time to time I see them briefly and have short phone conversations with them. Mainly I do not talk to them very much.

Pushing the thoughts of Bella Swan out of my head and being Izzy, supermodel. I grabbed my itinerary for today and went to get ready for the show. Let's see today I have fabulous Marc Jacobs, tomorrow afternoon I have Prada, and after that I have Juicy Couture. Fabulous. All of Izzy's favorite designers, especially the Marc Jacobs.

Quickly dressing in just a cutesy little flirty dress I grabbed my Marc Jacobs bag for this show so he would not be mad and made my way over to the tent.

"Izzy, you are wanted in hair and makeup right now. This rack is yours and this person is your assistant for the week." The show manager (actually the whole week manager) said. As she walked away the person behind her stepped up. Please no why her?

"Hi, Izzy." She said slightly teasing. Six billion people and probably an insane amount of vampires on Earth and she is supposed to be my assistant all week. All week long with her? Why? Who hates me and where? Of all the people/creatures that know Bella and read about Izzy this person must be sent to me for a whole week.

Wow I really am going to die. What can I say? I am cursed.