Breaking the Truth
By Impulsed
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"Before the light, there was dark. Darkness was the only thing the universe has known. But as the first spark of light shown, it grew into a raging fire. But as the light tends to fade, the darkness shows its face. That is why we must keep the light burning strong, to hide the darkness. But the darkness is always there… waiting…"
Chapter 1
I moved to Forks to get away; to be something new. I wanted to escape my past. But that is where my past found me. And it wasn't a pretty sight, but I deserved it. It was my fault, not anyone else's. And I put the ones I loved in harm. I can't remember how it started, but I do know where it began: August 18, 1942. That's the day my parents met.
Renee Moore moved to Seattle, Washington after she turned 35. There, she met Charlie Swan, who was 36. I just call him Charlie. He wasn't much of a father figure, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, Renee fell head over heels for him. And why wouldn't she? He was smart, charming, and beyond beautiful, yet… Too good to be true. There are no happy endings in the real world. But he had the biggest secret a person could keep. He, was a vampire. Unfortunately, she didn't find out until she got pregnant with me. Then he had to choice but to tell her everything. Oddly, she still loved him. And she wanted to keep the baby.
After only 2 weeks she gave birth to me on September 13, 1943. It turned out, babies who are half vampires like me, grew fast. They named me Isabella Swan, their little baby girl. But ever since, I wanted to be known as just Bella. Isabella never seemed to suit me.
My mom was barely alive after my birth, and no doubt should wouldn't last minutes. So Charlie bit her and turned her into a vampire to save her from death. Well, vampires are actually dead creatures, but you get the point.
My mom couldn't see me when she was first changed, because I was alive and had blood running threw me. She needed to learn self control not to, well, bite people. So it could possibly take years before she had enough control to be around me. Amazingly, she learned in months. Charlie was shocked. It took regular vampire years for self control. Maybe it was my mom's power.
Oh yeah, some vampires got special powers. A fifth sense, you could call it. I guess Renee's did not have to go through a blood lust stage.
After that, Charlie, Renee, and I lived in a small apartment in Seattle.
As a half vampire baby, I could live on regular human food or blood. I liked the taste of blood better, not that I ever had any. I couldn't bring myself to kill a person. I could also understand human language since the day I was born. As my power, I could block out other people's mental powers. No one could get inside my head. The only ones that affected me were physical ones. It turned out to come in handy. I also didn't glitter out in the sun, like regular vampires. I could sleep as well. I didn't ever feel the need to bite a human. I thought it was a little crazy, personally.
In only one year, I already looked as if I were five. After that, I grew slower, but still a little faster than others. I had to be home schooled because of that.
Well, after what you've heard, you'd think we lived happily ever after right? Wrong.
I never had any friends. I was always unhappy and lonely. My parents were having trouble paying the bills since they couldn't go out a lot of days because of the sun. My mom resented being what she was; a blood-sucking vampire. She hated kill a person for blood. Charlie looked at it a different. He said that after time another species had to be more dominate then humans. It was like a shark eating fish. They fought a lot about that subject.
After a while, my mom said she would never drink from humans again. Well, it lasted for a good few weeks. By then, my mom was going crazy. She tried to run away, but while she was in the forest, she couldn't help but attack a deer when she saw it. It was an instinct she couldn't help but do. It turned out, animal blood worked just as well as humans. It just didn't taste as good.
We had fixed that problem. I could now drink sweet blood without guilt, if I wanted to. We all lived on animal blood after that. But my parents still fought, and we couldn't pay the bills. So, eventually, my parents split up. After that, both my parents became nomads. I went with my mom.
I hated moving around all the time. I was always so lonely. My mom became my best and only friend. Then she met Phil, another nomad vampire on his own. She had found her soul mate. She said I would meet mine one day too, but I had my doubts.
Then, when I was physically 17 years of age, I didn't feel the need to grow anymore. And I just... Didn't. I still haven't. I have been 17 for decades now.
My mom got closer to Phil. She didn't talk to me much. I felt as if Phil had stolen her away from me. He took my only friend. The only person I could say I truly loved. He destroyed the only good thing I had. I hated him. I never said anything because my mom was sincerely happy, no matter how much I wasn't. She was the only reason I didn't kill him.
Ever since, I hated being part vampire. I hated all vampires and anything to do with them. Their existents made my life hell. I didn't even want to live.
So, I decide to set out on my own. I learned to fight. I was as fast and strong as any other vampire, except I was actually alive.
Then I became something I will always regret. Things just got out of hand, and I did some things that I'm not proud of. People died. Some of them people I knew and cared about. It was too much to handle. But people make mistakes, right? And I learned from mine. I'd rather not share that.
But after that, I hated vampires more than ever. They had ruined everything in my life. They shouldn't exist. I also never drank blood; only human food for me.
I felt as if I needed the past part of my life to disappear. I needed to leave and start anew. But what was I to do? Where was I to go? Where to start?
Then, a couple months later, I heard from Charlie. He had settled down in a small town called Forks in Washington. He said there was hardly any sunshine there, only clouds and rain. We could live there like normal people. He was going to stay there for several years and be as normal as he could. After that he could then move to another city like the one before and do the same thing over and over again. And I knew that was the life I wanted. I wanted to be normal, to settle down. This might be my only chance. So, I decided to stay with him.
And that is where my story really began.