AN: Hey! This is a new story that popped into my head last night! I'm sure it has been done before, but I plan to make it special, so I hope you stick with me! :D ALL OTHER STORIES WILL BE ON HIATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE! I apologize, but other than this plot, i have SEVERE writer's block.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight! However, this plot bunny is all my own! :D

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-Prologue-

When someone tells you everything, every single thing about them that you could possibly know. Do you reciprocate? Even, if the secret you're keeping is deadly? Could change everything in unpredictable ways?

My name is Isabella Swan-Cullen.

My husband is a vampire.

He turned me less than a year ago. But there is something else. Something, I couldn't bring myself to tell him. He would have understood. That's just how he is, but I didn't want to risk having him leave me or take away our daughter or worse, accidently hurt him.

I thought I could stay away.

I tried so hard, to be a normal vampire, a good wife, and mother. Hell, a normal person in general.

But it called to me.

I would hear it whisper at night.

I could smell the salt in the air although even for an immortal I shouldn't have been able to smell it at this distance. My sisters called to me.

The ocean is my home.

Denying it only brought me closer and closer to exposing my own secret. Hindsight is 20/20 though. If only I had told him before they found me that night. Humans. Vile creatures, can only be counted on to destroy that which they do not understand.

I wouldn't be inside this cage.

Those filth peering their beady little eyes in at me and dangling bloody fish at the top of the shark tank. My Merwan ears picking up on their hushed conversations spoken in the guttural, ungraceful language that is the English dialect.

My dissection is planned for midnight.

In two hours time, the call of my sisters in their mourning will be heard all across the pacific ocean.

Because in two hours time, I will be lifted out of this saltwater tank, strapped to an examination table, and slit from head to fishtail.

But what the humans don't know, is that I have far more deadly weapons under my scales than they could ever possibly imagine.

I know that my Marion will come for me. I just have to survive until they do.

I glance sideways to the left of my tank, where there are two men in white jackets sterilizing silver instruments of various degrees of sharpness and length, and leering at me toothily.

Yeah, I grimace, that might be a bit more difficult than I hoped.

REVIEWWWWWWWW. pleeeeaassseeee! :D And if you can not figure out what she is...you are quite daft. BUT review and ask me and i will tell you. LOL.