Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Twilight. That means I don't own Edward… but guess who does? Stephenie Meyer!!

Prologue: Alone

Isabella PoV

I awoke early, with a since of dread. Even through my curtained windows, I could tell it was still dark outside. I decided to stay in bed. When I heard voices outside my door, I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. "We must wake Miss Isabella," I heard my maid, Stella say. The last time they woke me up early, my father had broken his arm. I hoped nothing had happened to him. My father and I were all each other had. My mother died when I was born, causing us to be very close. I heard a knock on my door. "Miss Isabella?" I heard Stella's voice ask.

"Yes?" Stella entered the room.

"I am here to inform you about your father." I sat up. "What happened to daddy?" "Well, Miss Isabella, your father went out yesterday morning for a walk… and he hasn't returned."

I sat in shock. "Daddy's missing?" Stella nodded sadly, not looking me in the eye. Suddenly I grew angry. "Why isn't anyone out searching for him!?" I screamed. "If he's been missing since yesterday, why inform me just now!?" Stella didn't answer. I shot out of bed, wearing only my flimsy nightgown, and threw on a pair of boots and one of my father's jackets. "Miss Isabella, where are you going?" I glared at her with hatred. "Out to search for my father, since nobody else seems to be!" My father said that I had a strong temper, and it seemed to be true.

I knew I shouldn't have been going out alone, especially as dark as it was now. I ran out the door, onto the streets. I searched for a long time, but every street corner I turned to, came up empty.

I walked onto West Court Lane, thinking it was empty also. A man's voice made me turn around. "Little missy, where are you going?" "Er- I'm just looking for my 

father, Carlisle Cullen… perhaps you've seen him?" I asked, slowly backing away from the large, pale, man with the odd red eyes. I didn't realize that my backing up was leading me closer to the alley wall.

"Carlisle Cullen you say?" I nodded, backing up a little more. "I've never heard of a Carlisle Cullen… what does he look like?" I gulped. This man was starting to scare me very badly. "He's about medium height, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He's a doctor."

"I haven't seen anyone that looks like that." I turned to leave. "Well, thank you anyway," I said. When I took about a step, I felt something grab my wrist. I looked up, alarmed. "You're not going anywhere, Miss Cullen," the man said.

"Please let me go," I whimpered. "But deary, what would be the fun in that?" he smiled evilly at me. I tried to back up, but the man's firm grip kept me in place. He leaned in towards me, putting his mouth by my neck. "What are you doing?" I breathed. "All in good time, my dear," he replied. I was horribly scared, and my fear only increased as his mouth came closer.



Then he bit me.

I felt excruciating pain, as if a fire was being spread through my bloodstream. I tried to hold in my scream, but I couldn't. I felt myself being lifted, but I was in too much pain to open my eyes. I gratefully let myself fall into the darkness. I was too tired, and my body hurt too bad to continue.

I awoke, but it had seemed as if a couple of days had passed. The pain had subsided, so I sat up. I found myself on the ground, covered head to toe in mud. I pushed myself up, and slowly made my way home.

When I opened the door, everything was eerily quiet. "Hello?" My voice sounded different somehow, more musical. Nobody answered my call. "Stella!!" She didn't come running down the stairs like she normally would. I became worried, so I searched the entire house (even the maids quarters). Every room turned out empty.

Normally the house was filled with different people and noises, but now the house was silent. Dead silent. I went 

into my father's study. In there, I passed by a mirror, and caught a glimpse of my reflection. I gasped.

I was pale before, but now my skin was chalky white. It could probably pass for a corpse's. My brown hair was glossier, and wavier. My once brown eyes were now red. I looked like the man who had bit me. I slowly backed away from the mirror. I looked like him. I looked like that monster.

I fell to the floor dry sobbing. I couldn't even cry with tears anymore. This made me sob even harder. I wished my father was here, holding me, comforting me, telling me that everything would be alright. I longed for his comforting embrace.

I wanted anyone here, with me now, but nobody was here. No one. I was alone. I was completely alone.

A/N: Well, this is my first Twilight fanfiction. I hope that you enjoyed it. Please review, but please no flames… constructive criticisms are welcome though. Thank you so much!



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