I think you all know who it is by now, it's JESS! Hurrah! Okay, most seemed happy by my idea… So here it is!

Summary: Bella has always known she was different. Inhuman. She could do things others couldn't't. For all of her life she had been ridiculed and tormented because of her abnormities. With a dark past, no parents and a tendency to get into trouble, anything could happen. When she gets adopted by the Cullen's her life takes a turn for the better, but what happens when her destiny gets in the way?

The first two chapters are gonna be third person, coz it's quite important that they are, but the rest will be in first person, because I have no patience for third person.

Disclaimer: Me: OK, I'm gonna make this short so we can get on but bare with me!

Jazz: BUT YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU'RE A SLOW ENOUGH WRITER AS IT IS!

Me: I PROMISE TO UPDATE FASTER!

Jazz: Yay! But now you have to say the big 'thang.

Me: *Sigh* I don't own Twilight.

"Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts… Perhaps the fear of loss of power." - John Steinbeck

September 12th 1992

Volturi Castle

23:50

Marcus tore through the halls of the Volturi Castle, ignoring the strange looks he was receiving from the guards. True, it was rare for him to get this panicked at something… It was rare for him to show any emotion at anything, so they let him pass without questioning him, knowing it was something of dire importance. They just didn't know what it was. They didn't know that it could mean the end of them all.

His crinkly white face was haggard with tension, his pitch black eyes filled with fear. He bowled over some of his followers in his desperate need to get to his brothers before it struck midnight. His long black hair billowed behind him as he ran towards the library at a blinding speed. Once he got there he didn't bother to knock, simply bursting in, sending the doors flying from his inhuman strength.

The two men that he had been searching for were residing at the gleaming mahogany table playing with a deck of cards. They looked up at their brother, their bright red eyes wide in surprise. Marcus ran towards them, nearly toppling his own chair over in his haste. Aro chuckled nervously at him, shaking his head, making his gleaming white hair rippling with the movement.

Marcus set himself down and started to gasp for the breath he didn't need, earning a glare from his more temperamental brother.

"Spit it out!" Caius hissed. "What has gotten into you at this time of night?"

Marcus gasped some more until he gained control, sitting up stiffly and looked his brothers in the eyes. "Brothers, a very grave time has come. At exactly midnight tonight, a hybrid child will be born - "

"So? There are plenty of hybrids still out there - like the shape shifters." Caius interfered.

Aro held up his hand to silence him and smiled warmly at his unnerved brother. "Carry on Marcus… It must be quite a large problem to get you worked up like this."

"As I was saying," He shot a murderous glare at his brother, who huffed angrily. "A hybrid child will be born… With the power to kill us all." He gulped nervously, and carried on quickly. "She will be able to bend the world to her whim, destroy anything in her path with a flick of her wrist. She will be one of a kind… Indestructible… Untouchable… Unstoppable."

Caius banged his fist angrily on the table, breaking it in two. Aro glared at him. "That was my favourite table!"

They both started to growl and snarl at each other, forgetting about the peril that had took over Marcus' mind. Marcus rumbled loudly at them both, catching their immediate attention. The black haired vampire's arm shot to the side, his finger pointing at the ancient clock tower outside the elegant window, showing them the time.

11: 57

Aro's head snapped back to Marcus at an inhuman speed and spoke sharply and precisely to him. "How did you find this information? How do you know whether it's true or not?"

Marcus smirked half heartedly. "Penelope was quite useful after all."

"Penelope?" Aro asked curiously. He remembered the small, mousy haired vampire who had been dragged to his chambers last week. How could that pitiful thing know anything?

"Oh yes," He nodded. "The scrawny little thing has visions. She somehow managed to keep it from you when you touched her hand. I forced the information out of her… She's currently in the dungeons."

Aro nodded thoughtfully and started to pace back and forth. "We will try to get the child onto our side, make her see sense not to kill us… Get her by force if necessary, just capture her. Get the whole guard to find her. Caius!" he snapped. "Go fetch Demetri, he's our best tracker."

Caius grumbled, but nodded curtly and sped off, a blur even to their enhanced eyesight. Aro continued to pace impatiently, continuously stealing glances at the clock tower, his pure black cloak swishing at his heels. His thick boots clunked heavily on the hard wood floor, echoing around the vast library. Marcus wrung his hands and stared out the window, staring at the clock with deathly anticipation. The second hand went at a deathly slow pace, and if he was human Marcus would have been sweating bullets.

Aro eventually left the room, leaving Marcus to his own musings. He thought of the child - the girl who was destined to kill him and his brothers, the most powerful and oldest vampires to ever live. The child had not yet been born, and yet she was already marked as a dead-man, being hunted down like an animal. Marcus almost felt pity on the poor child.

Almost.

Suddenly the clock struck twelve, making Marcus' panic rise, nearing hysteria. He floundered, and then ran out the room after his brothers to join the upcoming search.

And halfway round the world, Isabella Swan was born.

Wow. Never put that much effort in anything. It might have been short, but I put a lot of thought into that. Review… Gimme ideas if you really want. That was just a peek into the plot, that has already started at the first chapter! Aren't you proud?

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