The story I am writing here is with the Twilight the characters but there will be things that will be different. The things that will be different are that instead of using Forks, I made up my own town. Things I have changed are because it will help tell my story a lot better. I hope this does not confuse anyone. If you become confused, please just leave me a review and I will try to explain for you.

Wescott, Ohio

September 13th 2002, 6:06pm

"She told me that if I did not do anything it would pass and she would be human once more, but God she did not tell me it would hurt her so much. I wanted so badly to take the pain away, but there is nothing I could do without risking her life and I could not do that." By: Renée Dwyer

It had been a long day, it was finally Friday and Bella Dwyer's science teacher thought it would be nice to give them all a huge pop quiz. Along with the pop quiz, she had lost one of her best friends, Jacob. I suppose one could say it was because of them growing up, that they just grew apart or maybe it had to do with the girlfriend he was currently dating. She hated being back in school and missed the summer. It was so carefree. During the summer she spent part of her time down in Gatlinburg, Tennessee with her aunt Esme and uncle Carlisle, she spent most of her time with her cousin Emmett, like she does every year. He happens to be in only child like herself. Her aunt Esme is an interior decorator and her mother's older sister and then her uncle Carlisle is a really good doctor at a hospital in Knoxville. The rest of the summer was hanging out with her cousin Emmett who came back with her to Ohio for the rest of the summer and they hung out with their other cousins Alice and Chris, along with what was suppose to be her best friend Jacob. Their parents called them the brat pack because from the day they were born, they were like attached to each other, its like they gravitated towards each other, even though some of them are a couple years a part. She is a very simple girl, but by no means poor, she was from money. Her family history dates all the way back to England and France since the 17th century. If you were to look up her last name, you would find noblemen and blue blood status dating up, to even to day. Her family also has history with the town she live's in now, Wescott. A small unheard of town in Ohio that was founded in 1856, a couple of years before the Civil War had begun and the town is very rich in history. She was the odd ball out of her family, because of her eyes that do not match anyone in her family. She does not seem to be able to get the attention of everyone in town, no matter what she does. Today was Isabella Dwyer's birthday, she would be turning 13, it would seem her birthday already started out horrible, but it was about to get a lot more dark. A lot would be happening and it all had to with Bella's family history and everything she thought she knew about her family history was not true.

As Bella came down the stairs into the kitchen, she could hear her mom banging around. "What the heck is she doing?" Bella thought. Stepping further into the kitchen, she could see her mother was setting up her cake and presents. Now on a normal birthday, the whole town and her family on both sides would be there to celebrate but since this was no normal birthday, to which it confused Bella to no end. It was just her and her parents, well just her and her mom for the time being until her father got home from the office. Her grandparents some how managed to plan their vacation at the same time has her birthday, more like her mother planned it for them, insisting that they go and everything would be fine. Bella did not understand why her mother did that. Her parents still lived with her father's parents.

"Mom…what are you doing?" Bella asked her mother. Renée swiftly turned towards her daughter, like she had been caught red-handed. Her reddish-brown hair, that fell in soft ringlets past her shoulders swished around as she came to face her daughter, the one good thing that came out of her life.

"Setting up for your birthday silly!" Renée said has she recovered quickly, giggly as she came towards her daughter. She couldn't believe how much Bella looked like her like her father, her one true love. They could have been twins if only Bella had been a boy. Bella's father had been the one to take her innocence's and also her soul with him. She hugged her daughter tightly, like someone would take her from her. Bella could not believe her mother was hugging her, her mother rarely hugged. She believed her mother was like one of those Stepford wives. She could smell a certain scent coming from her mother's hair, the scent of lilacs, and a smell that she would always know as her mothers. "Happy birthday, sweetie!" Renée said while letting go of Bella. "This time 13 years go, I was screaming in pain and begging the doctors to knock me out cold and when they said I was too far along for that…I started cussing like a sailor…which your grandmother found to be hilarious." Renée said laughing, remembering Bella's birth, but it had not been that simple. "Then I heard you scream and part of me was relived and happy, but I was also so scared to be a first time mother, well…at my age at least…but you were just so beautiful and you reminded me so much of your father." She said reliving the whole memory of when she got to see Bella and hold her for the first time. She pulled her daughter into a side hug, while kissing her forehead. "I love you so much baby, never forget that." Renée said while turning away from Bella and back to what she was doing before she had been caught. Bella just stood there very confused, she could not understand what her mother was talking about, and she did not look like her mother or father. Her mother was a short petite woman with dark brown eyes and pale skin, along with her naturally cruelly reddish-brown hair. Everything about her was natural, along with the freckles on her cheeks, which Bella did not have. Her father was another story; he was tall, with a well-trimmed body and light blond hair and baby blue eyes. He was the all American boy back in high school with his tan skin and good looks and how he played on the football field. While her mother was captain of the cheerleading team. The perfect IT couple, but Bella was nothing like them, with her pale skin thanks to her mother and her straight dark brown hair and amber brown eyes, that looked like wolf eyes.

"Love ya to mom!" Bella said smiling at her mother. She watched her mother watch the clock tick down.

"Happy birthday baby girl, your finally thirteen." Renée said while kissing her daughter's forehead, before she went back to cutting the cake. Bella could tell her mother was hiding something, but she did not know what. It was just how she was acting, her mother's eyes were one tell sign something was wrong, they would twitched ever so slightly when they would look at Bella and she kept wringing her hands out, in a nervous twitch. Renée could not stop staring at her daughter, waiting for anything to be different, but she could not see anything that looked like she had changed. She just could not figure out what Elena meant when she said, 'she will only change if you give her blood,' "But she didn't tell me what would happen if I did not give her blood," Renée thought, that's what scared her the most.

"Mom you-" Before Bella could finish, she dropped to the floor with a terrible headache. Holding her head because it was easing the pain, but it was not making it go away.

"Bella!" Renée cried, running towards her daughter's side. Bella barely moved, because at the moment she chose to look up at her at her mother, her incisors on the top part of her mouth started to hurt. Like they were trying to rip out of her skull. Tears formed in her eyes, as she tried to hold them in but it was not working. The tears were making everything blurry. The next thing Bella knew, her stomach felt like something was ripping and shredding to be free. Her heart thudded against her rib cage really hard, causing her to gasp for air. She could not figure out what to hold on to at that point, her head was thudding along to the beat of her heart, while her stomach twist and turned. Renée kneeled beside her daughter's wiggling body, she could not figure out what to do. She just watched as her baby girl twisted and coordinating her body in positions not thought possible for the human body, but why would she think her daughter was human. Only part of her was human, the other part was him. She brushed her daughter's hair out of her face, while her daughter finally settled, laying motionless on the floor beside her. "Oh Bella, I am so sorry. It will be fine, I promise." She said kissing her daughter's forehead. Bella lay beside her mother, not being able to move, the pain was everywhere now, but she could not move. It was like she had been paralyzed or something, but she had to suffer while she could not do anything about it.

Later on

"What are we going to do Renée…what's wrong with her?" Bella's father Phil asked. His gruff voice causing calmness for Bella. She was just glad he was finally here, he could help her like he always did.

"We need to get her to her room…can you move her?" Renée asked her husband of almost fourteen years.

"We need to get her to the doctors Renée." Phil said in a worried tone, trying to keep his temper in check, while his little angel was around. He was worried, he had never seen this happen before and this was his little angel. He never liked seeing her in pain and she was in a lot of pain from what he could see.

"No Phil…listen to me. I know what's best for her…she will be fine." Renée said trying to calm her husband down. All Bella kept thinking was, take me to the hospital, I am not going to be fine. Listening to his wife, Phil picked up his little girl and carried her to her room, laying her out on her blue and green comforter that covered her huge bed.

"I can't do this Renée… she is my baby girl…I think the hospital would be better." Phil said pleading with his wife, to make their little one better.

"No, honey it wouldn't be. She is also my daughter too…and I know what's best for her." Renée said looking down at her daughter. Bella tried watching her parents, but the only thing that was helping was her father's aftershave, it was a scent that made her feel protected and safe. She laid in her bed begging her arms to move towards her father's shirt, that she could barely make out. Slowly moving one of her hands towards the fabric of his shirt, she wrapped her fingers around the fabric and held on for dear life. Phil looked at his daughter's fingers, wanting to cry because he could not bare to see her like this. She was the only one who could make him feel helpless. He slowly unattached her hand that was tangled in his shirt.

"Daddy." Bella croaked. Making Phil's heart hurt at that moment. She was in so much pain and he was so helpless to help her. He just wished his wife would let him call the hospital, there had to be something they could do for her. "yes I can finally talk," Bella thought, she tried to move her hands towards him again, but she could not move.

"Shh Bellabear its fine," Phil said kissing her forehead. "She is so cold…we need to light the fireplace." Was the last thing she heard her parents say, before she drifted off.