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Bella's P.O.V:

They were absolutely clueless. Those abominations had no idea that I wasn't really who I said I was. They were far too trusting in people, it truly was a laughable notion. By now, they should know that just because someone says something, that it doesn't mean it is true. You can truly only trust yourself in this world. The Cullens were young, indeed, but they hung on every word that came out of my mouth. They believed me to be Isabella Marie Swan, originally from Forks, moved to Phoenix after parents Renee Swan and Charles Swan divorced, only to move back after my mother remarried because I was selfless and wanted to give the newlywed couple some time alone. In truth, I have only known Renee for 10 months, I was not from Forks, I was not selfless - I was far from it, and most importantly...I was NOT Isabella Marie Swan.

Here are the facts about me. My name is Aria Scarlet Mikaelson. I had seven siblings total. A brother who died before my parents came to the new world searching for a new place that was free from sickness named Aaron, and then there was Elijah, Finn, Niklaus, Kol, Rebekah, and Henrik, whom died by the hand of a werewolf when I was 22. I was the fourth child born, followed shortly by Niklaus, but only by about 2 to 3 minutes. You see, Nik and I were twins, but we couldn't be anymore different. He's made a lot of mistakes over the years, but I was the only person whom forgave him. I forgave him when he chose the Petrova whore over me, I forgave when he caused the death of Henrik, I forgave him when he killed our mother, I forgave him when he chose the doppelganger over me, hell I even forgave him when he killed the love of my life in front of my very eyes. But you wanna know something. I STOPPED forgiving him when he started to become obsessed with finding the new doppelganger, I STOPPED forgiving him when he tried to have me killed because I wouldn't go along with what he wanted, I STOPPED forgiving him the night he acted just like Mikael did. That was the last straw, that was the last time I saw him. That was over 400 years ago. I've been on the run ever since, hiding from my own twin.

Growing up, it was difficult. Everything about me screamed that I was different. My hair, my eyes, everything. My hair was the color of the blood that has stained my lips, my eyes different colors. One being the color of ice, the other being the color of emeralds. For this, I was looked at with much want - when it came to possible suitors. None of them, though, caught my eye, my interest. Then, one did. His name was Alvis. He was a sweet, lovable man that I grew up with, that I played with. He was the one person whom attempted to be my friend, when others had steered clear of me, due to me looking different. I finally realized my love for him after Henrik's death. He was there for me when my siblings were not, saved me from a fate worse than death, and he made me see that there was something good in humanity after all. That is a story for another time though. I had decided to reveal myself to one of the Cullen's, the only Cullen whom I had called friend, the only one I could call brother.I got out of the heap of junk I called a truck and went and knocked on the front door. The door opened to reveal Esme. Poor, sweet, naive Esme.

"Bella, how nice to see you. Come in. Come in." She waved me in and I stepped inside the house.

"Thank you, Esme." I said giving her a soft smile.

"Dear, I thought you knew that everyone was off hunting. It's just Jasper and I here." She said.

"I know. I'm not here to see Edward or Alice. I'm here to speak to Jasper actually." I said.

Esme's face grew concerned. "Dear, do you think that is the best idea? I mean with what happened at your birthday and all." She said.

My head snapped around and I looked at her, my annoyance and anger on my face.

"I'm not a child. I know what is ok and then what is not." I said.

She nodded and I walked towards the stairs.

"He's in his study." She called out.

"Thank you." I said.

I walked up the stairs and to the room in which I had never entered. I knew that most didn't, as this was Jasper's area and when he was in there it was to get away from everyone, it was for him to have a sense of being alone, having a sense of finally being at peace.

I knocked on the door without hesitation and waited for him to answer.

I heard a shuffle from in the room. I saw a shadow and there was a pregnent pause before it opened revealing Jasper in all his entirety.

"Bella?" He asked with confusion.

I smiled at him and sent him some confidence. I knew he felt it because his eyes widened and he gave me a small grateful smile.

"Hey Jasper. Come for a ride with me." I said, grabbed his hand, and dragged him with me down the stairs. At first, I was dragging his dead weight because he was shocked that I had no fear of him, after he almost "attacked" me, and then he just followed me never letting go of my hand.

We walked to the halfway point of the driveway where I had parked two Ducati's for this very purpose. I heard Jasper whistle in appreciation and I smiled. I got on the bike and smirked at him.

"Think you can keep up, Cowboy?" I revved the engine and took off at full speed. I heard him let out a full belly laugh, rev the engine, and shoot off after me.

At one point he was able to catch up to me and I smiled and looked at him. That's when everything went wrong. Somehow, when I turned I lost control of the bike and flew forward over the handle. Jasper screamed my name and I hit the ground rolling before hitting my head on the pavement. My world went black.