I was born Mercalla, daughter of the Count Karinstein in Stereya, a Duchy of Austria in 1680. When I was 18, I attended a ball where I was murdered. This life... ...is always belonged to her. I used to use hopelessness as an excuse for all of the awful things that I did. Until this... Hey. Percy little overachiever that I was totally planning on handing over to my mother... ...unraveled all of my plans. Because she thought we all deserved better. Even me. Even you deserve better. You went in fell in love with one of the marks again, didn't you? We don't kill the target. Hey, hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? What are you dreaming? I'm pretty sure I was falling for you. Or I'd feel that stupid state of party. Oh please don't die! Please don't die! Stupid vampire! I will... ...love you. Why shouldn't that be something good? Won't make any person sacred to another. All I knew was that in the middle of the century, ...through the only person I ever found worth saving, ...they would know us. Not even know! But I thought he was going to kill you. I can't let you do that! I didn't care. I just wanted to save you. I want my younger... ...for if you'd always believed in me, ...all I think about is those people. God bring her back! I didn't do anything to help her. I can't be the one who yarded each other. You shall meet your last. Who the hell are you? I'm Bella. You're my friend. An annoying shrill of a girl. One who truly challenges you. You killin' me, Alice.