Bella POV
Another school, another four years, another building with impatient teachers, rude teenagers, and crowded parking places. Ugh. Another four years of gym. Just my luck. A new house, another four weeks of unpacking everything, another two weeks of finding the perfect hunting place, another four years of trying to blend in.
Blending in was hard to do when you are an inhumanely beautiful vampire, surrounded by lustful boys and jealous girls, each gender wanting you in different ways. It was times like these that I was glad that I was a shield instead of getting powers that I've heard of from passer-bys – vampire passer-bys of course.
Landon, a vampire whom I met in Waterbury, Connecticut had the ability to manipulate anyone's mind. "It's useful when you have ten different girls' a day trying to build up the courage to ask you out." He had told me, while his wife, Ava, shook her head slowly, her hands clenching into small fists. "I swear, if it weren't for the hundred witnesses, everyone of those heads would be clean off their shoulders." I had smiled kindly at this notion, not knowing myself how it felt to have girls ask out your husband or boyfriend because, well… I've never had one.
It was times like those that made me realize I was truly alone. Anyone who I usually ran into and became acquainted with for a day or two always had a mate, always. Not once had I ran into someone alone, like me.
This simple fact had never really bothered me. I didn't mind being alone. I mean yeah sure, it would be nice to have someone – a mate, a friend, a neighbor, anyone. But that's how I had always lived since I was changed twenty years ago – alone.
So anyways, I was a shield which meant I could mentally block anyone with a power having to do with the mind. I had only gotten to practice this gift twice – once with Landon and one when I was still human. I remember that day the most out of all my human memories. It was the day that marked me as different, special my parents had called it.
I snorted as I thought back to that day. I was twelve and the carnival was in town. My hair-brained mother, Renée practically had to drag me out the door to go. I had hated carnivals when I was a child, despised them even. It had something to do with the spinning, nausea, and cotton candy mixed together.
//Flashback//
We had been at the park for over two hours and I was more than ready to go home. Renée had finally gotten rid of all the tickets (how I have no idea since I refused to go on pretty much every ride) and we were heading out the gates when we walked by a fortune teller.
My mother, being the skeptical believer in higher powers dragged me into the tiny tent and sat me down in the chair across from an old lady who smelled of smoke and wine. Her hands were automatically on the glass ball as she asked my name.
I told her, trying to restrain from rolling my eyes at my mom who was standing off to the side, staring intently at the orb which was now glowing a musty gray. The fortune teller lady closed her eyes, her hands flying around the 'magical' sphere in different directions, chanting words that I was pretty sure were not words under her breath.
I stared into the glass orb as the colors mesmerized me, leaving me feeling slightly dizzy and disoriented. The colors swirled, changing from gray to black to blue to purple back to gray then to a light green, when all of the sudden the colors stopped and the orb fell back to the glistening white it was before she started.
I looked up at the fortune teller in surprise, but she was looking at me the same way. "Dis has never happeend before…" she said confused and slightly frantic. "You… you have… other worldly spirits…I cannot read dis child's future…"
"Okay!" my mom said quickly, searching around in her purse until she pulled out a five. Laying it on the table she pulled me up, pulling me by the hand towards the opening of the curtain. "Thank you so much." She said slightly abolished and determined to get out.
I looked back at the fortune teller lady as I walked out of the tent. "Prepare for the future early child; you never know what it might bring!" was the last thing I heard from the old lady as I walked past the gates, to the car.
//End Flashback//
Well she was right about other worldly spirits. I'm sure any sane human would not think of vampires as being in their world, with their spirits. I sighed sitting up. I looked around my small room. The previous owners had done a nice hand with it, the paint was retouched on, the floor boards slightly creaking but nothing a girl couldn't get used to.
I stared at the dark blue wall facing me and I heaved a sigh as my eyes slid further down to my suitcases and shoe boxes littering the floor. I flopped back on the bed with a groan at the thought of the amount of boxes waiting for me downstairs!
I turned my head towards the one thing actually set up and put away in my room: the alarm clock. Not that I slept, but it was nice to know what time it was and how many more painful hours you had to occupy before the sun, or in the case of Forks, Washington of which I am currently inhabiting the clouds, arise, signaling morning and another dread filled school day.
The only real reason that I put up with school was because I really had nothing better to do with my time. Besides the obvious, hunting, I just sat around all day, bored out of my mind. School was a release from the long days, breaking up the lengthy hours with more lengthy hours spent reading books and documents I had read thousands of times before.
That was another upside of school: I already knew everything, so if it, say happened to be sunny out for once in this dreary town's life, skipping would not be a problem for me because initially I would not be missing a thing.
This was my fourth time going to a high school and my sixth move. I was still considered a 'young' vampire in most elders' eyes, having been changed when I was seventeen. Stupid mistake of mine really.
I had been walking through the woods when a fast moving object ran to me, knocking me off my feet. Now, I gave out a snort as I thought of the irony in that situation. Renée had always tried to keep me out of harms way, hard to do for a single mother who was also a risk taker. I remembered she would tell me that if I ever went out in the woods alone, there was a possibility that I could catch cold and die.
I find humor in that now, knowing that my mother didn't actually believe that but it turned out to be more of a truth than she bargained for. So anyways, back to the sadistic vampire. He, she I couldn't tell, everything had happened so fast, bit me and soon I found myself in unbearable pain, praying to God above to end it for me. When the Big Guy did nothing to soothe my pain, my beliefs faltered.
For three days I withered on the cold ground in pain, until finally the fire ended, my body regained strength and I could bear to move. Long story short, I smelled a mouth-watering smell, followed it, killed my first human, became disgusted at myself and forever after drank animal blood.
Since I drank animal blood, my eyes were golden instead of the livid red I've seen on certain others. I had kept to myself a while after that, not sure of what I had become, just knowing I was a monster, something cursed and kept on Earth instead of rightfully dying.
I quickly got over it though, when I ran into the Kole's, a small, animal-drinking group of vampires consisting of Elijah, his girlfriend Paige, and their "child" Charlotte. They informed me on the things I could and couldn't do as a vampire, and ever since then I have been following the rules, trying to stay clear of the Volturi, a powerful group of vampires in Italy who pretty much run the whole show; say who gets to live, who gets to die, that kind of thing.
So, here I am now. Isabella Marie Swan, the 'new' student in Forks, Washington who was regretting her choice to enroll in Forks High, or so I thought.
So that's the first chapter of this story. Please, let me know what you think, not just "update soon!" What will really make me update soon is friendly criticism, please no flames. It kind of kills the "writing vibe" when your only thinking of that one review out of hundreds that read "this sucks", so please R&R.
