A/N: hey people. this is my fic. I'm in the process of editing chapter 1, so you are stuck with a lone prolouge to make you hate me... I have NO spell check, so keep ur mouth shut bout my errors. if ur lucky, I wont kill you with spelling mistakes.

this chapter is dedicated to my new friend Lawenforcemetncheetah. I love his work and he inspired me to actually post this.

u people r lucky I posted today, its my birthday (horray for me and my new cell phone.)

I hope you enjoy this, the first chapter of 'My life of Hell' brought to you by the Pheonix Vampire-human Cult. they made this possible (inspiration for CSI : Crime Scene Investigation)

Prolouge: the cult

I shivered viloently in the warm sun. they were near me again. the so-called vampires. what they did made me wanna puke. how could a human drink the blood of another? its was monsterous. I walked faster. anything to get away from them. just then I felt a finger brush the length on my arm. speak of the Devil.

"Now sweetie, don't ignore me, all I want is a little bit of it." I rushed forward, eager to get away from my stalker. I'd do anything to get away from them. the vampire cult. all they did was torture me. Plus, I like my blood in my body, thanks. "Aw, come on. it doesn't hurt that much." he backed me against the wall of the ballet studio. it was only a few blocks from my house. if I could just get there... then I felt his 'fangs' sink into the flesh of my wrist. I jerked my hand away, wincing in pain as his teeth slit my wrist. I slapped him and ran, clutching my bleeding wrist to my chest. the smell was nausiating me. but the worst part was, he followed. I growled, its was only the middle of January and already they were at it again. Usually they gave me the first month of peace.

when I rounded the corner of my street, I ran into the body of someone, probably another one of them. I fell to the ground and stared into the cold, evil eyes of Alex, the leader of their cult. he picked me up and held me still as the other one, Max, advanced. the smell of blood from my wrist was taking its toll. I felt faint. the last thing I remember was the cruel smirk on Max's face as I passed out and the excrutiating pain of a knife to my wrists. my last thought: holy hell! kill me now!

"Bella? Bella?" my mother's voice was panicked. over what, I couldn't remember nor guess. my head was pounding and I felt sick to my stomach. I tried to sit up, but she pushed me gently back down. "Oh my god Bella. what were you thinking?" she shouted, which she rarely did. it scared me, but I didn't let my voice show it.

"What are you talking about?" I mumbled and tried to move again. pain shot through my wrists when I put pressure on them. I slowly lifted my arms. there were blood soaked bandages on my wrists. that would explain my nausea. it all came rushing back to me then. a memory long stored in my vault of pain. a memory from only yesterday that I never wanted to know again. Alex and Max.

"I found this," she held up a sharp knife, it belonged to their cult I was sure of it. the sign on the side gave it away. "next to you, by the front door. what were you thinking?" why did she think I did this? she knew me better. but then again, this wasn't the first time.

"Mom... I..." I shivered violently. "I didn't do it. it was Alex and Max.. they.."

"Stop blaming those nice kids already." couldn't she see from how they dressed that the weren't 'nice' kids? someone believe me!

"Mom, they aren't nice! they did this to me!" I sat up too quickly, causing my head to spin.

"Bella, I don't know what to do with you. this is the third time this month you've been found with you're wrists cut. I have no choice but to send you to Charlie." she sighed. "Besides, the fresh air will do you some good. but if I get one report that you hurt yourself there, I swear, I'll send you to an asylum this time."

"Mom. can't you believe me, just this once? If you believe me I..." I was interupted.

"Bella... I just can't believe you. maybe the first, or even second time. but you have to quit blaming your problems on others. now, I've already packed your suit case and such. there's not many winter clothes in there so I put some money in your bag as well. you can get clothes when you get there." she paused. "Bella, you really worried me. The people at the hospital.. they said you lost a ton of blood. after day 8, they almost gave up hope you would wake." my jaw dropped.

"8... days... I was out for 8 freaking days???" I whispered in horror. They almost killed me. "Mom, please, send me to Forks and soon. The sooner the better." maybe Charlie will believe me, I added silently. She slowly walked to the door.

"Bella...I love you, you know that?" she whispered.

"Yeah Mom, I know. So, when's my flight?"

"Tomorrow." I gaped. Oh well.. the sooner, the better.

ANYTHING TO ESCAPE THOSE BLOOD-SUCKING, BLACK-EYED FREAKS!

A/N : But Oh how wrong she is.. She's leaving one place with black-eyes vampires, to move to a place where on craves her blood even more.

ok.. I know what your thinking: 8 freaking days? yes 8. the reason for which you will find in chapter 3 or so... I believe.

in my fic, Edward was born in 1801, not 1901. its an important aspect of this story and don't you forget it. I might make chapter 2 or part of 1 in Edward's PoV so look out for point of view changes.

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