Isabella Haven has been alone for five hundred years, wondering the earth as one of the few Atlanticans that had survived from their sinking city, Atlantis. But when our group of vagetarian vampires pop in from Alaska what will she think of them? When she starts feeling accepted for more then being different by them, can she come to forget how awful she thinks of humans to finally live a none sulking life? Simple Bella Edward and family love, nothing more :) READ ON~
Just a regular boring old day at Forks High school I suppose. It was always like this ever since my family broke up over five-hundred years ago but I had gotten over it and moved on, moving every ten years or so to keep up my appearance without people getting suspicious. To think I used to live to protect them..
"Bella" my good friend Mike whispered passing by my table and to one of his own, with all of his other friends. I call him the only guy friend I have, considering he was the only person that didn't gawk or glare at me since he was gay. Don't laugh at him though, he's a sweet gay guy who hasn't told anyone of his sexuality, well besides me but that was only because I helped him out when he got drunk at one of his friend's house.
We weren't friend friends, but I considered him the kind of friend that you see very little of and didn't get on your nerves. He doesn't interact physically with me I don't interact at all with him.
I glanced down at my full plate and scowled at it. I always did wonder when mortals would straighten up their attitude and get planet friendly. They never learn, always the ones to lag behind other beings.
I am Isabella Haven, six-hundred and fourteen years old stuck in a fifteen year olds body. I sport mahogany curled hair down to my waist and snow blue eyes, standing at a short five foot two but at an average weight if not less. My heritage is of secret to everyone mortal or of none of importance, but I have to remind myself constantly why I am alone. I am Atlantican, born and raised in Atlantis, the 'lost city'. It is true it is lost, fumbled to the bottom of the sea when we had to save mortals over our own lives.
I will always hate mortals for that, I don't hold it against everyone of them just most. I had lost my people, almost my family, because of them. Now we live separately so that our enemy can't find us- sure we cross each others paths but never can stay near each other in fear that they find us.
"You can sit at that table to the far left since there won't be any room for you anywhere else" A girl named Angela murmured at the front doors of the cafeteria. I didn't have anything against her, but I didn't want to get close knowing she would die like the rest of them. I guess it is the new kids, the Cullen family I presume that she was guiding. "No, n-not that one the other one!" Angela squeaked in protest as footsteps approached my table.
"Is something wrong?" I jingling vice asked lightly. Really soft too, wonder if she was another voice obsessed teen. She must be one of the few who actually reach their goal. "Who is that girl? Is she a friend of yours?" the vice asked as if it didn't care, as if she didn't mind saying anything as long as she kept up an appearance.
I scowled again. I hated people that act. I always thought the best of people are the ones that show their true colors, not the ones that color themselves with lies.
"That I-is Isabella Haven, I respect her enough to know she likes to keep to herself and doesn't like people interfering with her personal space." Angela spoke quietly to them, to spare my feelings I guess. I didn't care, I heard her anyways. "If you need any help with the campus or knowing people, just ask" Angela added before ducking her head and scurrying over to Mikes table. None the less a sweet girl.
"She doesn't seem to know anything about that girl so stop bugging me, Emmett!" A smooth velvet voiced hissed to one of his family members I presume. Hum, guess I'm getting old, I didn't hear anyone ask a question and once again with the musical voice, must be a family talent.
"I can't see her!" the original jingle voice stated in a almost inaudible tone that was frustrated. Blind maybe? I mentally shrugged, mortals get weird every day. "Edward, something's wrong, her future it's blank!" she hissed franticly, "She's going to die".
I mentally snorted , die? Not for a while. What is this new girl saying? My lip twitched downwards as I breathed the toxic food smell. I wish humans could smell the way I do, then they'll see why the die so quickly. I slid my plate away in disgust.
"So what, Alice?" the second vice, now identified as Edward, sighed in such a small tone that I barely caught on to. "People die everyday, why would this human be different?" he snapped suddenly. Human you say? I glanced up at the cafeteria clock so that I could see the new kids reflection without seeming suspicious.
They were all the way on the opposite side of the cafeteria, facing the window like they didn't have a care in the world. Pale, model worthy, and golden eyed. Vampires? Had to be, everything fit in perfectly. Oh well, bumped in to their kind fifty years ago, they didn't notice me so I didn't take an interest to them. I'll keep it that way. I averted my eyes and stared at the nasty food.
"Edward" A new voice hissed, almost defensively, and snapped, "I can't feel anything from her either!". Feel? Seeing now feeling? Gifted vampires I suppose, made more sense then it did a minute ago. A future seeing seer and a empathetic vampire… now that I rewind maybe I'm not getting too old, maybe the other one had some sort of gift that let him know what people were thinking.
"No" Edward's voice growled in defeat, "I can't get a read on her, she's empty".
Great now I had vampires talking about me. They're just like those wrenching humans, hiding their true colors for survival, I wish I could do that- but no! I stinking have to stay alive and secret so that if my enemy decided to start to attack humans again I would be able to sacrifice myself then.
I glanced back up at the clock to see their reflection again, just for a brief second so that I could see the physical features. Short pixie with black hair, perfect blond, buff grizzly like one, stiff formal one, and a old time looking bronze haired one. They all seemed youngly turned, early twenties, but the bronzed one had a younger touch to him… seventeen/eighteen maybe.
The bell rang and I lazily got up and threw the bad excuse for a lunch away. Quickly throwing up the hood of my black hoodie I sulked my way to my next class, biology only to stop as I realized today way blood typing. Just a great day for vampires to come in don't you think. Hardy Har Har. I casually continued to walk toward my class but passed it and rounded the corner to the parking lot.
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