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"Brun, I think she's coming to."

My eyes cracked open to the searing white light hiding behind my eyelids.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure. I'm always sure. I'm dying. It was finally time for me to leave this forsaken planet to do as it wills without me. I am sure of it.

Do you really want this? Don't you want to meet the one who waits for you?

No, of course not. I can't wait for him through this tragedy any longer. He would have to keep waiting until the next life, right?

No. You are not allowed to leave him. It's time you meet him. Time you learned what it means to be alive. No more dying. You are no longer allowed to leave this body. I will take that ability from you. Enjoy immortality.

No more dying. Does that mean I can no longer reach the peace it brings? Does that mean I will no longer have you to carry me around?

Yes, it is time for you to be alone in your own head, little one. Time for you to learn how to be alive. Sadly, the only way for that to happen is if you die. Die sweetly, alone.

I sighed and rolled did she mean? Die to lean to live. If I die one more time I swear it will be the last true death. The sweet darkness of endless night always calls me back, this time will be no different.

"We've lost her, she's dead."

I sighed again and closed myself off for a while. I was where I wanted to be; I was in the dark sweet cold of the abyss. There was naught that could drag me from this place, or so I thought.

When I came to, I distantly heard a thumping above me. Soft piles, like cotton, were falling on me. They were slowly, but surely cutting me off from the world. I briefly understood that I was being buried alive. Alive? I am sure I am dead though. How could I be alive?

No, not alive, I knew that I wasn't alive any more. I couldn't hear my heart beating in my chest, nor my lungs asking for air. I was no longer alive, and yet, the world went on around me. I could hear it. People walked on above me. Sometimes just a few, sometimes thousands all marching at the same beat. Army, my mind distantly thought.

I just laid there in my grave listening to the world continue around me. I knew it was changing. I could hear it. I could hear so many things I had no name for. Horse and carriage, music, people, my mind told me.

Are you there anymore? I asked hoping to hear my voice of reason, my savior. Silence. She held her promise. For the first time in my life my thoughts were truly my own. What should I do? Nothing, I thought. I will do nothing but wait and listen.

So I listened. I listened to the world change; I listened to its creation. I heard so many things that made my restless mind turn. What was becoming of my home? I heard as people fell, and people rose. Everything was changing into something so different from what I went to sleep to. Would I recognize my home if I ever left this place? Would it even still be there?

Soon, I began to feel trickling in the back of my head. I needed to get out of here. I needed to smell fresh air; I needed to see the new world. I knew it was different than when I went to sleep, though what it was like now was only a vague shadow in my mind.

I pushed my mind down and searched for the body I was hopefully still attached to. I found it. Twisted up in the rotting cloth I had been buried in. Slowly I could feel my fingers again, or what I hoped to be my fingers. They felt smaller, emptier, but that could just be my imagination.

I slowly let my body come back to me, slowly letting feeling return to my outer extremities. I somehow knew that if I allowed feeling to return to my insides, I would be done for. I could feel the hunger of a thousand years like a distant echo in my mind. I used my newfound limbs to reach out and push against the surface that was holding me. Dirt my mind though, very hard, caked, dirt. It was so hard it was practically stone.

I pushed, and though for a moment I thought that it should be too hard for me to press through, but my fingers slid through it like water. Easy, swiftly, my hands and legs began to propel me through the ground towards what I knew was the surface; the world reborn.

I pushed my way carefully not sure what would be meeting me at the surface, but I was sure I would like it. I just knew it. When my fingertips broke the surface, coldness settled through my body, making me shudder from the intense new feeling. I don't think I had ever felt a cold, so beautiful, it made my thoughts reel.

I only paused for a few seconds before speeding up and pulling myself out faster. I had to have more of this new feeling, more of anything other than the warm, hard, dirt. I pulled myself out with a gasp. It was like a sudden chill that bowed my spine.

I lay there for a few moments, half buried in the ground, just relishing in wonder. What was it that made me feel this way? Slowly, I pulled myself up, and for the first time opened my eyes in this new world. What I saw took my breath away.

White, or rather blue, stared back at me. Snow, my mind immediately told me. The ground was covered in white fluffy snow. It looked like soft, very soft, white blue clouds who'd come to greet me.

I laid my head down on them, pulling the rest of my body up unto its cold embrace, and took a big breath, my first, to smell them. What I smelled, however, was not as comforting as the snow. No, this smell was too sweet, too sickly. It made my throat burn.

My limbs suddenly found their strength, and before I could even think, my body had pulled itself into a standing position. My eyes, finally awake, took in my surroundings with disbelief. Where was I?

Home, my thoughts told me. I looked out into the distance and recognized the familiar mountains. They were the same, yet… different. I quickly looked around myself and had to double check. There were strange structures, so many of them, I thought they would never end.

I tried to remember back if there had ever been structures like this before, but I couldn't. Where was my home which I had struggled so hard to build? I remembered how all the village males had thought that a woman building lodging was wrong, and how I had struggled through blood and sweat to build it. Where was my home?

I took a sharp breath and was reminded of why I had shot up so suddenly. That smell hit me again. It was so intoxicatingly sweet, so rich. I needed it. My ears pricked and my body crouched. Where was it? Now that I had opened my ears to the world I could hear it.

Constant thumping sounds that made me salivate with every beat. I could hear other noises too. The rats below me, and ants marching not too far away. There were so many new sounds to listen to. I couldn't remember ever hearing so much noise in my life. I looked around me and froze at the sight in front of me.

There was a man standing a few feet from me, he was staring intently at me. He had long brown hair, and was dressed in a single length of white fabric. Toga, my mind answered. He looked as if he had just seen a cow give birth to a chicken. I almost laughed.

Seeing a strange, probably naked, woman climbing out of the ground would surprise anyone. I stood up and took another breath. I lost my senses again. What I had smelled earlier was him. Not him exactly, but what he was. That is what I had been smelling.

I knew instantly that we were not of the same species. I was different than him. I was something other, something no longer human. I couldn't dwell on it long, though. I needed him. I wasn't sure what I needed from him but I was already stalking towards him. I needed to stop the burn.

He saw me advancing and took a step backward. I took four. He started moving backwards to escape, but it was futile. For every one of his steps I took five. I knew that I couldn't let him escape. Suddenly I was on him.

I wrapped my arms around him carefully, knowing if I applied too much pressure he would break. I wrapped my arms around his much bigger frame, and although I was much smaller, my hold was enough to still him.

"Thank you." I muttered quietly before laying my lips on his neck. I knew that I needed his blood. I didn't know why, only that I did. He was saying something in a language I didn't understand. He was saying the same thing over and over again, like a prayer.

I sighed, and listened, even though I couldn't understand his words. I need it, I thought regretfully and bit down into his skin. Ah, it was perfectly delicious. Sweeter than everything I could remember, though that wasn't much.

I drank until he no longer gave to me. Then I dropped his now limp body and stared at his lifeless body. What had I just done? I couldn't remember the punishments for taking another life, but I knew they were harsh. I needed to move him.

I picked up his body, it was so much bigger than mine, yet it was easy to move. As soon as I had him cradled in my arms I started walking forward. Where to hide him? Maybe his home would be best. Where did he lay his head?

I thought about it for a few seconds and realized that I knew how to find his home. I knew that if I followed his smell I would find where his home. I raised my nose to the air and took a few breaths. I could smell where he had come from. It was only a short walk from here.

I ran towards his home. As I started running I noticed how my run was different than before. It was faster, so much faster than I was used to. It was just as easy as walking. I was never out of breath, and I didn't feel a burn in my muscles from exertion like I should. I arrived at his home quickly. I listened closely until I was sure there was no one inside. Then I opened his door and stepped in.

It was a small little lodging with only a few rooms. I left him in his bedroom, on his bed, as if he had died in his sleep. I remembered a lot of people used to die this way, for no explainable reason. I laid him there and went to explore the rest of his home.

There was a fireplace, and a place with little contraptions that seemed to be meant to sit on. I only ever had a bed and a fireplace in my home. To me it was lavish, but I knew that it wasn't in comparison with the other homes out there. It was comfortable. I sat down in one of the seats and sighed.

What now? I had no idea where I was, no clue what I was supposed to do, and I didn't even have any clothing. Well, I could rectify one of those things. I went back into his room and looked about for clothing fabric. I found some hiding in one corner and picked it up.

How should I dress myself with it? It only took me a moment before I knew that all I had to do was twist it around my body a few times, and tear some here and there, and that I would be dressed. After a few moments I was wearing the common style of dress for women in this era.

It was a simple wrap that covered everything but my arms and tied around the waist. I was dressed. I still needed to find out where I was. Rome, you are in Rome, I suddenly realized and knew it to be true. I was in Rome just after the execution of a man named Jesus, who was the messiah for many people. The Roman Empire is close to it's end.

I heard a noise in the doorway and spun around to see what it was. Another of your kind. My mind told me, Kill him. So I did.

Sometime in the 1600's.

I stared out at the sunset, it was so bright, so shiny. Sun up, and sun down. That was the tone of all my days. Look for the one who waits, she had said, I looked for him and have not found him. Instead, what I have found is glory. The glory of always being someone while being no one. Day after day, I proved to others that I could not be conquered. I am free, they are not. I am in control, they lost it.

Vampire, they call me. Beast of the night. All these things they call me, and yet, they have never named me. What, or who I am, is still a mystery. I see the curiosity in their eyes. They want to know about me. They want to know the story behind their master.

I was all now, I was no one too. The Vulturi had named me a power unto myself, but they had also made it so I am not known to just anyone. I just sit here now, waiting, for a voice, a thought, something to drag me out of this stupor I have let myself fall into again.

Every now and then they send a new one down, a child wanting to test it's power against The Power. They all fail. I sit under their city in the floor furthest from the surface until it is time to watch the falling and rising of the sun and the moon again. I am now called Isabella. Beautiful, they call me, Power, they say to me.

I am the strongest being there is in this world, the smartest, fastest, all knowing being that used to be worshipped as a goddess. I am me. I am anything I want to be. The sad part is, I have nothing to live for. She told me I would never die again, but when do I actually get to live?

I see it in the thoughts of all the surface dwellers. The ones the sun together out of this emotion called love, those watching it out of hate for its beauty. Even those who watch it so they can come out to play in the world again. Beauty, hate, curiosity, wonder, all these emotions created by one glowing orb in the sky.

I sigh and lean back in my chair. I am tired, so very tired, of watching things always through other's thoughts. Emotions, I cannot seem to comprehend them, but yearn to feel. Only one emotion I do know, yearning. I yearn for blood, for emotion, for another. I never stop wanting.

Blood I abandoned years ago. Emotion, I cannot remember. Another, I have not found him. I would even take a her if it would just complete me the way I've I heard so many others be completed. Maybe it's time to go search for him again, maybe I can go try this new place. America, they call it, the place of dreams.

I sigh and turn my head, maybe in a few hundred years. Soon, soon I shall find him. If I do not, it will be time to throw myself into the fire and see if I burn as all the rest do. I open my ears and close my eyes, and listen as the world changes, again.

January fifteenth, two thousand and one.

I watch them closely as I walk through the airport terminal. Flying, truly flying, is such a simple thing now days. Long ago it seemed like a distant dream. The Wright brothers were given all the credit for these contraptions, but whoever made the comfort of these modern planes should have it all.

I have been away from the Volturi for a hundred years now. I came to America on ships so full of people it unsettled my stomach. Comfort was not their main point. I had traveled this country backwards and forwards, and yet I have not found it. I played through the southern wars, and watched as the country shaped itself to be perfect. A home for all who came.

I was now on my way to a small town called Forks, Washington. I had heard of a clan there called the Cullen's. They were a little different than other vampire's. They abstained to only the blood of animals. I supported them full heartedly, it was a step towards completely abstaining from blood. Someday, they would not need blood at all.

They didn't believe the idea, so they never saw it as a goal. I was here to change those thoughts, to help them complete their dreams. They didn't want to be monsters, they wanted to be as normal to humans as possible.

I thought that it was almost comical that they tried so hard to be human. It was an honorable thought, but we would never be human. They just needed to accept that they were not human and move on. It would make them so much happier, so much more complete.

I walked through the airport thinking about what kind of car I would want to own. Something that would attract attention was out of the question. Something that didn't go fast was even further out of the question. It was a hard decision and I settled for a small black mustang. It didn't stand out, and it wasn't slow.

I had learned that the Cullen "children" went to the local high school, and to keep up appearances, so would I. When I died I may have been twenty, but I looked to be about eighteen or seventeen. Too young to be out of school and not attract attention. So for the first time in my life I would be going to school. Everyone had always seemed to hate the place, so I hoped that it would at least be tolerable.

First thing first, I need to find a new home and prepare for school. It would be starting in about four hours. I would be starting as Isabella Swan, seventeen years old. I had made the papers out that I was considered old enough and responsible enough to be living on my own. It took care of the parent issue. I would not need a job because when my parents died they left me enough to live on the rest of my life. My story was solid.

I found an empty house that was pushed far back away from the town and placed all my things inside. I had twenty minutes to dress and be ready for school. I needed to turn on the electricity, water, and pack my backpack. I quickly did all of those things, redressing four times to make sure I looked the part of the average teenager.

Black shirt, blue jeans, and a black hoodie for looks paired with my book bag almost made me look completely normal. If normal was skin so pale I was almost translucent, and hair so brown it looked like actual polished wood, but softer to the touch than any human hair. I laughed to myself. No, I could never be their version of normal. I wasn't even normal for my kind, how could I be normal to theirs?

I ran out to my car and headed out to start my first day of school. I had all basic level classes, except for Spanish. I had Spanish six, the highest level they had at the school. I spoke almost every language there was, in many different dialects, so why bore myself so much?

The town was a very small, with a main road and some off branches to other houses, some stores, and the school. It was just a few buildings put together and named as a school. It was simple, small, and somewhat cozy. Even after all these years I still preferred small places over big cities.

As I pulled in I glanced at the other cars, glad that other than a silver Volvo in the back, my car was pretty much as bland as the others. The engine might not be, but the outside was. I knew immediately that the Volvo was the Cullen's car. They wouldn't drive a car that can't go over a hundred either.

I smiled and hoped that along with their diet they were also less aggressive than the other vampires. Otherwise, there might be a fight today. I pulled into the lot carefully, away from the Volvo and got out, heading to the building marked as the front office.

There was a nice lady inside who handed me a few papers to be signed and promptly sent me on my way without much fuss. It was nice. As I was walking to my first class, I was stared at by most of the student body. Small places like this had little to excite them, and a new student, especially one as strange as me, would definitely be exciting.

I just ignored them and went for my first class of the day, math. It was just a calculus class that seemed pretty easy to get by in. Class passed quickly and nothing happened. It was just bland. I sighed when I got out of there, heading straight to my next class.

There was a boy that kept asking me if I needed help finding my next class, and after I told him no for the fifteenth time, he decided to escort me anyways. I just followed him dutifully until he turned towards the wrong building. I split from him and went the right way. Young humans were strange.

My second period was my Spanish class. As soon as I walked in the door I was all but assaulted by the teacher, Mrs. Goff. She practically ran to me yelling in Spanish about how glad she was to meet me, and was so happy there would be another young smart one added to her class.

She proceeded to question me about how fluent I was and what were my strengths and weaknesses in the language. I just smiled kindly at her and answered all her questions quietly. I was completely fluent, I wasn't sure what my weaknesses were, and I hoped that I didn't have any.

At that she stopped talking and just smiled at me. I smiled back and told her I studied very hard, because Spanish was my favorite class. She just waved me into the room. I looked away from her and froze. How could I not have seen him, how could I not have smelled him? How could I not have heard him? There in the back of the room was sitting another of my kind.

He was just sitting there staring at me. I immediately searched for aggression in his face and posture. His eyes were a solid black, but other than that his face was quite blank. I supposed he may have been confused by my eyes and lack of heartbeat. With the loss of blood came the loss of color in my eyes. They had turned a nearly clear see-through color, and to hide them from humans I wore contact lenses.

I smiled slightly and went to find a seat. I didn't want him making a big scene in a classroom. It seemed like he didn't either. I continued to search for any sounds that he made that would alert me to a change in his decision of peace. I took a deep breath through my mouth and smelled the air. He was there among all the living scents.

He didn't smell quite as snake-like as most of our kind does. He smelled more like honey and moss. A strange mixture, but not at all unpleasant. I could hear his windy breath as his scent spread through the air. I knew what I smelled like to others of our kind. I smelled somewhat wrong, kind of like a rose petal shoved into a book for too long. I smelled very old, and very dangerous.

I heard the minute flexing of his muscles as they reacted to smelling something dangerous. Years and years of blood were behind me, life after life created me. I was dangerous, very, very dangerous, and yet, completely harmless. I was not here to hurt anyone.

I whispered to him so quietly no other would hear us.

"Goodmorning, I do not wish to alarm you and am hopeful that you will keep any aggressions you feel to yourself until after the school day has ended, at that point we may speak to one another civilly" I said to him, trying to convey that I did not wish for any kind of violence.

"At the end of the school day I will get the coven together and we can all sit down and have a civilized conversation. Until I know your true motivations, I don't think I can relax." He whispered back in a deep almost sultry voice.

"I'm here to help your family with your dieting skills." I said with a smile.

I could almost hear his frown of confusion. I turned my face just a bit to see him out of the corner of my eye. I gave him my best reassuring smile and turned back to my seat. I was quick so that no one around us would be able to tell what I had just done.

This class passed by almost faster that the others. Then came time for lunch. I watched as he stalked out of the room and towards the cafeteria. I was invited by a fellow classmate to join them for lunch. I joined them begrudgingly but wished I could just have a space to myself.

The rest of the school day went off without a problem, but I knew I would grow tired of the place. I was constantly surrounded by children and doing activities that held no interest to me. I hoped that any of my time there would pass quickly.

At the end of the day I followed the boy out the door and towards the parking lot. I suddenly knew his name was Edward, and then the rest of his family's name and faces came to me. They were a lovely bunch.

I went straight to my car and watched as the other "children" piled into the car. They all gave me different looks, curious from the biggest one, hateful from the blonde female, calculating from the blonde male, and a bright smile from the smallest one. Emmet, Rosalie, Jasper, and Alice made up the bunch.

I followed their car as it swiftly left the lot and headed in the direction of their home. A few times I saw the wheels veer off into another direction a little, as if they weren't quite sure where to take me. Then I heard the little one, Alice, speak.

"She's not going to hurt us, so just take us to the house. She really is here to help us. Carlisle already knows her actually, he met her once, though I'm not sure if she remembers who she was meeting." She said nonchalantly.

The wheels of the car never veered again. We left the main housing areas of Forks and headed out into the farthest boundaries. Then we left the road all together. After winding about three miles away from the road we finally made it to their home.

If I had not lived in a castle for all those years I would thought that it was huge. But for seven vampires, their home was quite the quaint little place. I parked behind their and got out of the car a little slowly.

They were all lined up and staring at me. I knew that they were unsure of what to make of me. I thought it was almost funny. The one Jasper was sizing me up, and Emmet still just looked curious. Rosalie, she had fire in her eyes. Edward looked very confused. Alice was inside getting the other two.

When Carlisle and Esme came outside, everyone was taken aback by the gasp that Carlisle let out.

"Isabella? What, what-" He stuttered. Everyone else seemed more apprehensive from his actions.

"Carlisle, I'm terribly sorry to bother you, but I was on this side of the country and thought I would take a visit to come meet and help you and your family."

He just looked at me. I could see his thoughts turning and almost laughed

"I truly mean no harm. Besides, you couldn't restrain me or stop me even if they sent the whole guard." I said aloud frowning at him. They were being a little less violent than most, but really?

"So, you come to help us?" He said, finally smiling a little.

"It is so." I glanced at them all to see their minute reactions. They were silent.

"Well, would you please explain what it is you are here for?" He asked me while taking a few steps so he was at the head of their arrow-like formation.

"I told Edward that I was here to help you with your diet. That was the truth." I took a small step forward, but retracted it when Jasper let out a little growl.

I looked over to him and gave a small smile. "Be calm child, if I wished to harm or kill you, I would and there would be nothing you could do about it."

He only huffed in reply. He didn't believe me.

"She is quite right Jasper, so please be still," Carlisle said.

Jasper only glared. So they didn't have a strict leadership. That was fine.

"What do you mean by helping us with our diet?" Carlisle asked me.

"As you know, I do not need nor yearn for blood. I know you wish to stop feeding on blood and I am here to help you accomplish that." I told him.

He only nodded. He didn't ask me how, or if I could, just took my word for it. So he expected me to be honest and knowing. I was glad I wouldn't have to disappoint him.

"Please come in, let's not stand out here like a bunch of uncivilized creatures," Carlisle said after a few moments of silence.

I smiled politely and walked towards where he was retreating for the door. It did not pass my notice that all of the others waited until I was behind him before surrounding my back.

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