Hey everyone! I know I talked about rewriting this fic a long time ago, but here it is! I shall warn you that things are going to change some but I am going to stick mostly to the plot I have done already but things will be added and the length of the fic will be longer as well. I feel my writing skills have progressed and I hope you all agree. To those that are reading this just to read this without the original fic's knowledge, I hope you all enjoy this too.

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Carlisle's Daughter Rewrite

Bella POV

I ran through the woods not really pushing myself, just running. My long brown hair flapped behind me with the wind, my topaz eyes surveying the area almost lazily. I wasn't afraid of anything attacking me, not really. I was a vampire, besides other vampires, what else could harm me? I flinched at the thought of other vampires harming me, thinking of the scars that littered my body-teeth marks, cracks where my limbs were ripped off. When I wasn't wearing sleeves and long pants- like I was, I seemed more of a threat to other vampires, my marks showing that I had been attacked but I obviously wasn't the one who died.

Though, three vampires still lived that harmed me. I shuddered as his image passed through my mind, blond hair in a ponytail, ruby red eyes glittering at me. I tried to not think of the trio I left behind about thirty years ago. I had been passing through Texas when I passed through a coven's territory-my first mistake was trying to escape unnoticed. A vampire name Laurent had intercepted my path and warned me that the piece of land belonged to others and not to linger. I had agreed but then he had asked about my eye color since they were not the typical ruby red.

I told him how it was possible to feed on animals instead of humans, he had said that he heard of it but didn't believe it to be real. Then when he wanted me to tell his coven members about it, I grew excited, thinking I had perhaps found others like me, who abhorred the thought of killing others. But when I met Victoria and James, they only acted as if I was odd, and to the vampire world I was. But they were curious about me and asked me to stay with them for a while. I hesitantly agreed and that was my second mistake. I learned that they were mostly nomadic in nature but Laurent had missed the life of staying in one spot more than a few days and so they bought a house. How they had funds, I still do not know.

Laurent and I grew to be friends, and after a while so did I and Victoria but the relationship between us was rocky. She was easily angered and it was often with me. Laurent told me of his days in France while Victoria talked with me about how much the world was changing. Of course, I already knew, considering I was three hundred and thirty-six years old. But Victoria had around two hundred years on me even. They all were older vampires actually, James being the youngest-made in the seventeen hundreds. But physically I was the youngest-I had been changed at the age of seventeen. Things between Laurent and I had gone smoothly, he even had romantic feelings towards me. But it was only platonic on my side.

James had never been close with me, though any time I had been by him, he watched me. His eyes never left me until I left the room. His gazing was often the cause of rifts between Victoria and I. She and James were mates and she felt threatened by me, though since they were mated, my being there wouldn't have done anything-I even told her that but she refused to listen to voice of reason. To avoid conflict I decided I wanted to move on after being there a few years and it seemed Laurent was genuinely sorry to see me go. Victoria had told me that she'd miss having a girl to talk to but not that she'd miss me. James didn't have anything to say.

It had been the day I decided to leave that the shit hit the fan. I had my bag packed and ready to go, it had a few changes of clothes and another pair of shoes. The only thing I truly valued was the necklace that hung around my neck, it was simple. A silver chain with a locket that held a blue stone on the front of it, I had to replace the chain a few times but the locket itself still was in great shape. I had been about to leave when James wanted to speak with me, I conceded and we went off for a run into the forest. I had my bag with me intending to leave as soon as I could. James started off talking about how it was a nice treat to have me there and that I'd be welcomed back anytime. But I knew that he was lying. He wouldn't look at me and he did something a vampire doesn't do. He fidgeted.

I just nodded and when I was about to leave he attacked me. My mind went back to the days when I was in the south fighting and my body reacted naturally. Fighting had become a second nature to me. We fought viscously. He managed to rip one of my hands off but I got a leg off of him and I almost had an arm off when Laurent and Victoria showed up. I knew I would lose against them all and ran off, taking my hand and bag with me. Victoria sent Laurent after me but I managed to lose him in the ocean. I swam until I knew for sure he wasn't following me and continued on land but kept the nomadic lifestyle of never staying in spot. Victoria's screamed warning echoing in my mind. 'We'll find you, and kill you!' I knew it was very much possible since James was a tracker. But he never caught up with me.

I shook my head and focused on where I was going, I must have passed a town due to the all the different scents of blood. I needed to stay focused around humans, I couldn't afford to slip. I had vowed once I escaped Maria that I'd try my hardest to not fall back into the human drinking life. I had slipped a few times, but I felt I was doing a damn good job. I lightly touched the necklaces that lay against my collar bone with a sigh. I missed my father, Carlisle Cullen. When I was five he had been murdered, but by whom, my mother would never tell me. She only said he died bravely. I had only a few half cut memories but it was the feeling I missed of having someone there. My mother had never been the best but I never blamed her.

I was named after my Gran, Isabella, and my father gave me my middle name of Marie. My mother wanted me to have both of their last names but in the end my father won out with Isabella Marie Cullen. It did have a nice ring to it. I sighed but then screeched to a stop when vampire scents came through my nose. I closed my eyes and concentrated, and my eyes popped open wide. There were seven different scents and I crouched slightly. I knew no one was close by me but I didn't want to risk anything. I made sure my mental shield was up securely not wanting anything I couldn't see take me down and followed the scents. I swore that one of the scents was like that of someone dear to me but I wasn't sure. It had been a long time since I had seen him, if my memory was correct of his scent. It had been sixty seven years since I've seen him and I hoped he was happy.

Following the vampire scents I came up to a great white house. More like a mansion than a house though. I froze under the cover of trees, wondering if I really wanted to go and see if my old friend was here but decided I had to. It had been a long time since I had been by anyone I trusted. And since becoming a vampire, he was the only one I trusted. I ran up to the front door, making sure my steps were silent before raising my hand and knocking on the door. All noise in the house went dead, as if caught by surprise before I heard seven sets of footsteps come from where ever they were to the door. I held my breath wondering if they were going to attack me and took a silent step back, ready to crouch and defend myself. The door swung open to reveal a boy who seemed my age, his hair was an odd bronze color that oddly suited him. He was very handsome but what made me freeze were his eyes. They were topaz, like mine. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.

"It has been a while since we've come across someone like us." The boy finally said with a smooth voice that made me feel like crushing school girl.

"You're the first I've come across like me." I said and someone came closer to the door. I looked over and froze my breath stopping. His hair was the same style, his face was, and his height was. I knew who I was looking at. I used to carry a picture of him around with me until it got ruined in the ocean. It was Carlisle Cullen, my Father. He seemed equally shocked to see me too.

"Isabella?" He breathed taking a step closer.

"Belle?" Another voice called and my eyes whipped over at the familiar southern twang. It was my old friend, my brother, Jasper Whitlock.

"Dad? Jazz?" I breathed out, taking a step back, my eyes going from one blonde to the other.

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