Let's start at the beginning, the beginning of Issabella Marie Swan.
When I was four I was introduced to this world. The world of blood sucking demons, the world of protecting the human race against them, the world of vampires.
I was taught to hate them at a very young age. My mom was gone for months at an end and she would always come back looking weaker and older than before, her caramel hair would look more flat and her bright blue eyes, once alive, would be dull and dead. And then one day she just didn't come back.
She would always be there for my birthday, it was the one day in the year that her eyes would brighten and she would smile and kiss me. But on my fourth birthday she just wasn't there and my grandmother would look at me with her sad greyish eyes and shake her head.
Four years after that my gran was murdered and I was send to Italy, there was a boarding house there. My mother had made arrangements to have me send there should anything happen.
At the boarding house they taught me about vampire and how to kill them, what evil creatures they were.
When I was sixteen they send me on my first mission, my first vampire hunt. They sent me to this little town, Forks in Washington. The little town was under near constant cover of rain which would make it ideal for a vampire to live there.
I was setup to be a junior at the town's high school. I had to keep an eye out for the foul creatures. I had to pretend to be Issabella Whitlock, which moved with her father to the small town. My 'dad' was always in Seattle working on his assignments. So I lived alone in a house just out of town.
I was busy looking at the clothes I was going wear to school today when there was a knock at the door. I smiled and ran down the stairs, rushing to see if my car was here. I tore open the door and a man in a brown jump suit stood in front of me.
He had long black hair, hanging down his back and his deep brown eyes were staring at me. A pleasant smile graced his face.
"Hey, I'm Jacob Black, you are" he looked down at his chart, held in his large hands "Issabella?" he stared at me again.
"Yep" plopping the p "that would be me" he handed the chart to me and I signed it. I peeked over his shoulder to see my green Chevy Constantia standing in the drive way. He nodded, handing me the keys and walked down to an old rusty pickup and smiled at me again.
I closed the door and rushed upstairs to finish up for school, I gave myself a once over in the mirror and nodded in approval, my dark wash jeans and a blue polo shirt looked very nice on me.
Today was going to be the start of something new and great.