So, this is my first fan fiction. The first couple of Chapters are kind of dark, but it is critical to the story. Also this chapter is a lot shorter than the other. I do not own anything Twilight. Course I wouldn't mind a couple hours alone with Edward. lol Big thanks to my Beta LedyBug! Enjoy and please review!

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Prologue

September 13, 1987

Egyptian Desert

We were sitting by the fire as I watched the flames lick the cool night air. The flames danced towards the heavens, twirling, mesmerizing. The stars shown brightly and the light from the full moon gave luminescence to my pale skin. I looked around to my fellow protectors. It was quiet. I know it was because they all felt what I did. The feeling of hope was thick in the air, but no one spoke. The others looked to me with concern in their violet eyes. They were worried about what was to come. For many years I have been haunted by visions of doom, traumatized by visions of him.

There is a vampire who leads others like himself, we have spent years searching for him, but have yet to find him. He is controlling, power hungry, and strong. I have seen the way that he makes others suffer for his own amusement and how he sentences all that cross his path to death. In just over 18 years, using a special ability, this sick and twisted individual will cause the destruction of life. Until today we had no way to stop him and without our interference he will still prevail, but with our assistance the small human child that was born this very day will be the all powerful vampire that will save humanity and all the creatures who call earth home.

Chapter 1

October 8, 2004

BPOV

I watched the rain crawl down the windows of my Uncle Charlie's police cruiser as we drove down the long stretch of highway towards his home. People say that home is where your heart is. In that case I guess my home is dead. I feel the tears stain my cheeks as we sat in silence. It had only been a month, but it feels like an eternity without them. My heart aches at the thought of the night I lost my parents. They were driving home from an evening out when they careened into a ditch where they hit a tree and died on impact. They didn't suffer, which is the only thing that I am grateful for.

I cried endlessly for the first week, slipping in and out of sleep, the pain was too much to bear. I have not spoken since that night. I feel no need to. I don't wish to live anymore and if not for my chronic watchful Uncle I would have already succeeded in my desires. Not only do I have to live with him now, but to make matters worse I had to move to the wettest place in the continental U.S. Forks, WA is a small town, population 1,347, and was now where I would sleep, eat, and hopefully very soon, die.

We entered the city limits where the Welcome to Forks sign stood alerting me of the impending doom. Charlie took the opportunity to talk to me about his duties as chief of police and points out the school that I would be attending starting Monday, tomorrow. I pretend to pay attention, but honestly I don't give a fuck. Prior to the death of my beloved parents, I probably would have made small talk and attempted to be polite to my father's brother, but there was no point to that now, the only person who tied me to Charlie was dead. It was dark when we pulled up in front of a small white two story house as he prattled on. He parked the car and shut the engine off.

"So Bella, this is it!" he exclaimed as I stepped out of the car.

He grabbed my bags out of the trunk and walked up the two porch steps as I trailed behind. I stepped through the front door and he gave me a brief description of the layout downstairs.

"Kitchen is on the left. Living room is on the right. And the bathroom is underneath the stairs," he stated as he pointed to each of the rooms.

I didn't look at any of the rooms. I didn't plan to stay living long enough to care about what his house looked like or where anything is. I followed him up the stairs where he pointed out his bedroom on the right, the room I would have on the left and the bathroom straight ahead. He set my bags down in the corner of what is supposed to be my bedroom. The room was empty except for an oak dresser, nightstand, and a bed with a white comforter and linens. The walls were bare and white which is fine because I would only be occupying it for a short time anyway. I lied on the bed and faced the wall.

"Is there anything I can get you, Bella? Are you hungry?" Charlie asked clearly concerned.

I just shake my head in response as silent tears soak the white bedding. Charlie left the room with the door open, probably so he can keep an eye on me. I prayed silently that time would reverse, to see them again, but most of all I prayed for death, to rid my body of this constant ache. The salty tears streamed down my face and I slowly drift into unconsciousness.

I awoke to the sound of rain pelting the window by the bed. It was early, but Charlie was already up. I got out of bed, grabbed a set of clothes and walked to the bathroom to start the shower. As the water heated up I brushed my teeth. My reflection was blank of expression. It reflected exactly what I felt, empty. My mousey brown hair lay lifeless on my shoulders. My brown eyes stained red by my tears. I checked the medicine cabinet to find that Charlie had already removed all the pills and razors from the bathroom.

Last week, when we were still in Phoenix packing up the house, he had woken up to find me unconscious on the bathroom floor after taking nearly an entire bottle of Tylenol. The doctors said that if Charlie hadn't arrived when he did I would probably be dead. Too bad that's exactly what I wanted. I had to agree to see a therapist after the move for them to let me go. Charlie made an appointment for me to see the therapist starting next week, to give me a chance to get settled in.

I stepped into the shower and let the water run down my body. I showered slowly being in no hurry to start the day. Hell, if it was up to me, I would be no more then a corpse by now. Soon the water began to run cold and I was forced to get out. I put on my jeans and long sleeved black t-shirt and brought my hair up into a ponytail. I walked down the stairs to join Charlie in the kitchen. He was leaning on the counter sipping his normal morning coffee and reading the paper.

"Morning, Bells. Cereal is on the counter, milks in the fridge. Hurry up and eat. After you're done I will drive you to school," he said as he finished off his coffee.

As if life couldn't get any shittier I get to be dropped off at school like a five year old. Wonderful, life is just fucking wonderful. I grabbed the box of cereal and the milk and sat at the table. After eating I tossed the bowl in the sink, slung my backpack over my shoulder and followed Charlie out to the cruiser.

He drove to the high school in silence, but before I was able to get out of the car he turned to me and embraced me in a warm hug. Charlie is not much for loving gestures, but he tried his best to make me feel comforted since the accident. He let out a deep sigh and pulled away to look at me.

His voice was deep with concern when he spoke to me.

"Now Bella, I know this is hard for you and I understand that, but please try and feel better okay? Renee and Phil would not have wanted you to live this way. If you need me just call."

With that he handed me a small silver cell phone. I nodded my head, grabbed my things and stepped out of the car. My eyes caught the school sign that read Welcome to Forks High School, but as far as I was concerned it should have read Welcome to Hell.

Charlie had come down to the school and spoken with my teachers about my situation so I already had my class schedule and a detailed map of the campus, although I probably would have been able to find the classes on my own. The school is incredibly small compared to what I was used to. It has only three brick buildings surrounded by an endless amount of trees. I walked slowly to my first class staring intently at the ground. I could hear the whispers of the students around me and I was not keen on making interaction with any of them.

My first class was English. I enjoy reading and classic literature so it was somewhat comforting to discover that the current reading assignment is one of my favorites, Romeo and Juliet. I have read it many times and have several papers on the story already completed. As Mr. Mason spoke of the feuding Capulet and Montague families my gaze turned towards the window. The rain was dying down into a light drizzle. I stared at the tall forest trees masked by the wet drops on the glass. I used to hate the rain, but now I find it oddly soothing. When my tears run dry it is as if the heavens continue to cry for me.

The bell rings signaling the end of classes. I pull my gaze from the window to find the classroom empty. I reach down to pick up my things, but a small movement outside catches my eye. I look out the window to see a pair of bright violet eyes staring back at me.

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