Chapter 1

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BPOV:

As I walked arm and arm down the aisle with my father to the one man i would always love-Stefan - the only thing i could think of was my life is about to change. I looked into the eyes of my family sitting on the brides side of the chapel. my mom Renee and grandmother Marie beamed at me with a look of pride shinning through there eyes. i looked towards the grooms side my soon to be mother in law Tia was glaring daggers at me- i mentally cringed she didn't like me much- while my soon to be father in law-Alistair- gave me a borde look, patting Tia on her back reassuringly- it seemed to be making her more irritated. Seeing their faces i wanted to bolt out the door thinking about it i'v had that felling ever since we told them we were getting married.

~~Flashback~~

I was shaking with anticipation and fear. Stefan saw the panic in my face and grabbed my hand i new it was a silent saying of everything is going to be alright. so i sucked it up and prepared myself for what was going to happen next.

"Mother, Father I would like you to know that me and Bella are going to marry, Charlie already gave me his blessing." said Stefan. I was sitting next to him with our hands in death grips under the table in the Vasili's's dinning room. Alistair said he wanted the announcement to be a surprise and that he wanted to be the one to get married that was something i was not going to argue with him on."Alistair, are you both sure" asked Alistair's mother Tia looking at him with a fiercely expression. I knew she wanted to say "Are you sure this is the girl you want to marry?"she shifted her eyes to glare at me mentaly cringing i looked down blushing. seeing my reaction to his mothers intensive glare Alistair continued."Mother calm down, we are both sure we want to get married."Stefan said thickly.

I was headed up to Mr and Mrs. Vasili's's study to tell them that i wish i could stay longer-lie-, that i enjoyed their company-lie- but i had to go bake home to my family.I was about to knock on the door when i heard Mrs. Vasili's's voice."Out of all the women in the world, he wants to marry that? A scum, picture what she would do to our family name." " Calm down, honey."said Alistair. " No i will not calm down, don't you ever tell me to calm down. our son is about to marry a poor disgrace."Tia yelled. For a minute i couldn't move i was so shocked and angry i felt like vomiting. I thought she liked me or at least had some respect for told Stefan she approved of our relationship, i don't get it. What was wrong with me? Why was she saying this? Was i really that bad of a person that i would bring down their family reputation? I begged to know the answers to my question. "I thought you liked her you told Stefan two years ago you liked her, whats the problem?"asked Alistair. "Don't you ever keep up? I thought he would get over her, not marry the slut." responded Tia. for once in my life i wanted to hide and never be seen again, i wanted to fall into a hole and hoped no one found me.

~~End of Flashback~~

I shook off all of my nerves and looked into the eyes of the man i was going to spend forever with. He looked dashing standing under the canopy of flowers. His hair gelled stright back glowing a soft blond. I was marvled so much by his beauty i didnt reilize the prist was talking or how i got to the alter so fast. " Isabella Swan do you take Stefan Vasilii to be your lawful wedded husband?'' asked the prist. I opened my mouth to say yes when it happend. The doors the the church burst open reveling four beautiful red eyed people. i dont know why but one looke at them gave me a shiver down my spine making my hairs stand on edge. the one on the left had a olive like color to his skin with black dreded hair the one on the left was a women with wild red hair it looked like flames. The one in th middle was another man he had blond shiny hair pulled into a long ponytail, with a look of hunger in his eyes, standing next him was a youg boy he looked close to my age, about 17, he also had blond hair. He along with the other three had a pale gostly tent to their skin. The one with the ponytail growled at us with a smirk on his face. Stefan steped in front of me protectivly. The four people took a step forward, lowering to a crouch, like an animal getting ready to attack its pray. In a blinding speed they sprang forward.