A/N: Sighs. I swear, I make too much stories that I can't even finish them. I promise, I will still be updating Fatally Flawless, Attracting Flies and It's Time. I just somehow happened to have had another idea. Hope you guys enjoy this one, because it's very different to all the stories I've done.

Scarlett

Notes: In this story, Bella is a countess cursed to be a demon roaming on Earth for eternity, but she does not attend to the devil himself.

She may have wings, but she is NOT a fallen angel or other supernatural being. She's a demon.

A Black Shuck is a demonic dog that terrorized villages centuries ago.

The Cullens are vampires in this story and they all still have the same background and pairings. The only OOC character in this story is Bella and her family members.

And now, on with the story...

21 February 1457

Half past midnight, Powderham Castle, England

I heard a muffled scream from my chamber.

I was a light sleeper back then, and any soft sound could wake me. Begrudgingly, I rolled out of my bed and grabbed my robe from the divider at the corner of my chamber and lit up my lamp. I opened the large door and it creaked softly. Scanning the hallways, I caught a glimpse of shadows running away and I walked in their direction only to find my mother lying on the floor, crimson stained on the carpets.

"Mother!" I exclaimed, darting towards her. "What happened?"

"Isabella, go!" My mother gasped, grabbing my arm tightly as she stared up into my eyes. "Save yourself!"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, glancing up to see who she was talking about.

She gasped sharply, making me look back down at her and she clutched onto her stomach. Dark red stained her gold dress. I removed her hand and could see a wound so deep and big that I knew she wouldn't survive through.

"Come closer," she whispered. I leaned nearer towards her and she gulped down before she spoke again. "I am so sorry, Isabella, but they offered to give me a child and I couldn't refuse that. You are always my beautiful daughter, but do not let other circumstances change what we have."

"Mother?" I demanded. "What is happening?"

She shook her head. "Run now. Leave me be. I am dying after all, and you cannot save me. Run as far as you can, so that they will not capture you and send you back to the pits of hell."

"Pits of hell? Mother, whatever you are saying, I do not understand!" I told her. "Tell me!"

She shook her head. "No. Now you must go! Isabella, go."

I went on to let go of her body as she took her last few breaths. She gave me one last glance before her eyes turned lifeless. I stood up and heard footsteps along the hallway of the castle. Panicking, I ran the opposite direction of where I heard the footsteps and tried to find the secret doors throughout the castle. So far, I tried every nook and cranny. I had no such luck on my side.

My white nightdress were no use for me as I ran. Voices got louder as I neared another turn. With only one turn, I took that way.

Dead end.

Shadows got closer and bigger and I closed my eyes out of fear of the unknown. A long finger caressed the side of my face softly and I could feel wisps of hair that weren't mine on my skin. I trembled as my eyes tightened close.

"Isabella," a lady's voice whispered in my ear. "Are you ready to go back to hell?"

I shook my head. "I don't belong in hell!"

"Oh yes you do." She laughed. "Funny, isn't it? How your mother named you in God's name is ironic when she made a deal with the devil just to have you?"

"Don't bring me to hell, please!" I begged. "Let me stay here on Earth!"

"Oh Isabella, you may be of a noble mortal family, but I am not going to treat you any less like a lowlife beggar! Now get up!"

"No!" I fought back. "I'm going to stay on Earth and that is final!"

I could hear the lady's voice hiss. "Very well then. I sentence you to life on Earth forever, but the only thing you will feed on is the souls of humans!" She stated. "Being a demon among the living is as good as being among the dead."

As soon as I heard those words, physical pain rippled down my back as I heard tearing. My throat began to burst into flames and my eyes flew open.

The alarm clock just went off right when I realized that I was suspended in the air with my raven wings slightly open but enough to keep me off the ground. My throat did burn from that dream, and that was just a normal occurrence in this household. I sighed, landing on the floor slowly not to wake anyone up. I showered, got changed and went down to the hidden chamber in the castle, where my feast was waiting for me.

Henry, the butler, stood by the doors. He bowed. "Good morning, My Lady."

"Good morning, Henry. Is my breakfast fresh and conscious?" I asked.

He nodded. "Just like you asked."

He opened the doors and I saw a man whose head snapped up from staring at the Black Shuck I've been looking for. Fear flashed across his eyes as I neared him. Beside him, barking violently was my Black Shuck. His beady red eyes caught sight of me and he made a dash for me. I stood on my toes and hugged my seven-foot-tall Black Shuck.

"Emile, oh goodness, I've been looking for you everywhere. Were you looking after my meal so that he wouldn't run away?" I asked, scratching the back of my Black Shuck's ear.

He growled towards the man in front of us and barked out.

I kissed his furry ear. "I know." I then unwrapped my arms around Emile, the Black Shuck, and took a deep breath, taking in the sweet scent of the mortal soul in front of me. "I'm too hungry to think right now."

I darted to the man and grabbed him by his neck. As he gasped for air, I took that as a chance to finally indulge in my meal. His essence was fading and his life force was starting to waver when I opened my mouth and sucked his soul out of the body. Once I was done with him, I just let go of the body and it turned into ashes. I snatched up my gloves and wore them on again. Emile walked out of the chamber with me and into the dining room.

"Good morning, Joseph." I greeted.

The man in the dining hall was in his mid-forties, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He just so happened to be one of my family's descendants. Every single descendant in my family knew of me and what that curse from hell had made me into, but they didn't mind and treated me like family. Of course, they didn't like talking about my diet and did nothing to anger me. Joseph was currently the head of the family and the Earl of Devon. Every eighty years, I'd forge a death certificate and renew my status as Countess of Devon. I kept myself out of the spotlight as much as I could. There were already websites about the supernatural claiming me to be a demon.

"Good morning, Isabella. Have you had your breakfast?" He asked, flipping a page through his copy of the Daily Telegraph.

"Yes. Breakfast was fine. How about you?"

"The cooks have learnt how to make your signature toast with butter. It was very tasty." He told me.

"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows. "Where is Annie?"

"Annie already left for school. She has a music project to present today." He paused, then placed his papers down as he looked me in the eye.

"What do you intend on asking, Joseph?" I sighed.

"Have you traveled to anywhere else out of the country?"

I pondered over my memories that had built up over the past seven centuries and then shook my head. "The farthest I've been is to Scotland in sixteen forty-six. I went there during a bad time though— war between England and Scotland were ongoing. Well, at least the scenery was pretty."

"Isabella, have you ever given a thought to going overseas to, you know, take up a new degree or even for a holiday? You can even find work then after your next supposed death, you can return here." Joseph suggested.

Emile who was beside me growled. Seemed like he didn't like the suggestion too. "This is my home, Joseph. What are you trying to get me to do?" I hissed.

Joseph blinked once. "Calm down, Isabella. It was, after all, a suggestion. The New World is a very interesting place to explore, especially. You may be watching it through the telly, but the world is a wider place than this. Even Coronation Street reruns are starting to get a little too old, isn't it?" He chuckled, picking up the newspapers. "Give it a thought."

We sat in silence together as I contemplated about it. The New World? I haven't even left the continent before. And, well, Joseph did make it sound interesting.

I sighed. "Okay, fine. Maybe I'll study in America soon."

"Good to hear," he replied nonchalantly. "It'll be a good experience for you to discover the world. I don't know if you realize it, but It's changed a lot throughout the centuries."

"Of course I realize it. I may be over seven centuries old, but I'm still physically sixteen." I told him. "I'm pretty sure I have the energy."

"Yes, yes. You have not changed one bit. It is strange that you have seen me when I was once a child." Joseph said. "So how long will you stay there?"

"I'm not sure. I will come back for the holidays and Christmas, though." I replied.

"It's bizarre to think that even though you are a creature that God doesn't really like, you do celebrate Jesus's birth." He pursed his lips. "Well, we sure will miss you. When do you plan on leaving?"

"As soon as I find a small town to live in. I've decided on getting at least a basic diploma again. The less attention I get, the easier it will be." I said, then stood up. "I better find a place soon then."

"If you need anything, Isabella, I'll be willing to help." Joseph told me.

"Thank you." I muttered before leaving the dining hall. Emile huffed behind me as he followed me into my chamber.

My chamber was pretty much the same as it was ever since my mortal days seven centuries ago. A velvet red bed sheet was casted over the queen-sized bed that the silver bedpost held. There was still the same polished wood vanity table beside my bed with the newly-cleaned mirror from 1786. The wooden rectangular box with a padlock has been in the chamber was passed down to me from my mother and the divider where I normally changed my clothes was at the corner of the chamber. I've tried to take care of those furniture that was made out of wood as carefully as possible to make them last, but sometimes they would crumble without any signs.

I took out the laptop I recently bought a few weeks ago and started it up. I sighed as I stared at the screen— just when I was about to get used to computers, there just had to be a more advanced version of it. Being immortal is hard.

I opened a page to the Internet and typed in "real estates in small towns". Sure enough, there were about more than a million results. I decided to cut down the results by typing in "America". I clicked on the first result and scrolled through the real estates on sale. It took quite a long time since there were houses that I found were too small for me. It didn't surprise me though— I did live in a castle, for goodness' sake.

Soon, I found a red-brick colonial-era house with four floors. White windows lined up perfectly on the walls and a chimney was directly on top of the house. I guess it was a little small for my standards, but I'd probably adjust to it soon. I looked down at the location of the house and those two words caught my attention.

"Forks, Washington."