CHAPTER 1: CHANGE IN RESIDANCE.

I have been changed for 15 years. Well, 16, if you want to be exact. 16 years ago my love walked out of my life forever. I was heartbroken, then- sorry; I'm getting ahead of my self.

It all started with the age old argument:

"Bella, I won't change you. I refuse to make you a monster." Edward growled at me.

"Edward, please!" I begged, turning my desperate eyes onto him. "Edward, if you don't change me, I'll kill myself!!"

Edward's eyes widened in shock. He started to back away very slowly; "Bella, I can see that my being around has not helped." he turned to go.

"Edward," I say frantically, "Edward, I didn't mean it!"

"Goodbye, Bella."

Then he was gone. I went to their house, but it was cleaned out and deserted. There was not even a hint of their being there. That day, a piece of my heart cracked away. I would only leave my room to shower, eat or if I needed to use the bathroom. My parents were frantic, trying to get me to be myself again. Charlie swore that if he ever saw the Cullens again he would kill them for doing this to me twice. I didn't care. My whole reason for being had left me, again. I was even worse than the first time it happened.

A year afterward, I was glumly looking through my old photo album and pulling out pictures of the happier times. All of a sudden, this cat bolted into my room. It was a calico with apple green eyes. She looked at me, panting, before grabbing the picture in my hands. Then she very clumsily scrambled out my window in to the tree.

I cried out to the cat, and before I knew it, I was running out the door, chasing her. The chase lasted for hours. I backtracked so many times I didn't have any idea where I was going. The cat seemed to be getting more and more freaked out when she darted into the forest. Sighing I followed, slowing down to a jog. I was ready to skin that cat for making have all this exercise when I was so out of shape.

Then I heard a sound in the brush. Elated I moved it aside, ready to snatch that cat when a pair of golden eyes hooded with hunger met mine. The vampire looked up from the deer she had just killed. Her short golden hair swung around her head and she eyed me up and down.

I started to slowly back away. But she followed me, crouching lower to the ground. My pace began to quicken. I held my hands up in a nonviolent gesture. Then, being my usual clumsy self, I tripped over a tree branch. The sudden movement startled the vampire into attacking. The only thought in my head when she put her lips to my neck was 'I'm so sorry, Edward.'

I never did learn why she stopped, but by that time it didn't matter. The fire had taken over my skin and I was screaming my lungs out.

I woke up in a small bedroom in a twin sized bed. I was covered in a homemade quilt. The room looked quite bare, a few small furnishings like a closet, dresser and a desk. On the foot of the bed sat a small medium sized vampire girl with hair the color of burnt umber that reached her shoulders. She had surprisingly tan skin for a vampire, yet she had the golden eyes and wonderful beauty that made her unmistakable. Her pink lips parted in a welcoming smile.

"Hello," she murmured, her voice like a flute, "So sorry, but umm…" in her voice there was the slightest of French accents. "You are a vampire. There was a…incident…"

"I know," I said calmly.

"You do?" she seemed surprised, "well, that's great, I guess. We didn't mean it."

"I know." I said again. "Who are you?"

"I," she said with a great flourish, "I am known to humans as Nell A. Mogeed, but to fellow vamps, I am called Cleopatra or just Cleo."

"I am Be- Isabella Swan." I said, chocking off my former name.

"Nice to meet you little sister!" she rejoiced, bouncing on the bed. In a way, she kind of reminded me of Alice.

So that is the story. Cleo decided to call me Belle, and gave me the human name Allie B. Nawess. I have greatly changed in my appearance. My once brown hair is a light gold color. My eyes have become giant golden apples. My once pale skin is now like porcelain.

I live with a family of six other vampires. The youngest is Victoria, or known to humans as Mattie R. Rokrenis. She was born in nineteenth century England, and is by far the most beautiful vampire I have ever seen. She has short golden curls (they reach around the nape of the neck), and rosy red lips. Her snowy skin is flawless, and her pert nose is just perfect. Her eyes are golden, obviously, and they have this innocence that shines out of them. She was changed at age 16.

The next youngest is Eleanor (or Joanee T. Abeke) and she has long strawberry blonde hair and is the tallest in our family. Her lips are full and red, and her eyes are slightly wistful, looking like they are in a constant daydream. Her skin resembles a china doll's smooth and white. Her eyelashes are very thick and long. She was changed at age 17 in 1136 France.

Then comes Catherine (aka Terra B. Kiskune). She has long, dark hair that is always in a braid. She has full rosy lips and her eyes are shine with intelligence. Her skin is like winter's first snow. She was changed in Russia in 1743. She is 17.

Then is Cleopatra. She stays tan because her power is the ability to turn into animals. So she just went out shortly before her change was complete and lay in the sun as a naked mole rat. The sun soaked through her skin, leaving her with a permanent tan. She was changed at age 17 in nineteenth century France.

Then the first guy is Alex G. Johnson. He is lean, with muscles all up and down his body and rock hard abs. His blonde hair was just to the lobes of his ears and his golden eyes are hard. He has sharp facial features, making him look menacing. He was changed in America during the Great Depression at the age of 18.

The leader of our family is Albert Shashi. He has black wavy hair and his golden eyes are alive with laughter. He has long lean muscles of a swimmer. He has lead the family since her first found Cleopatra and Victoria shivering in the middle of the Channel, trying to catch a fish to feed off of. He is very kind and is a teacher at a school. He was changed in 1733 at age 20 in Greece.

"Oh, Catherine!!!" cried Cleo through out the house, "Could you help me with my history homework?" Catty was the smartest in the family.

"Can't you do it yourself?" Elle asked from her room across the hall.

"Yeah, well it asks me my opinion of Marie Antoinette, and I don't know if my teacher likes her or not."

"So, Cleo, it's your opinion." Catty said from her doorway, looking annoyed.

"But we need to regurgitate what the teacher says, mustn't we?" she called peeking her head out, smiling. "Never mind, I'll do it myself."

Alex walked by my bedroom door and rolled his eyes. "Another day in paradise, huh?" he muttered to me.

"I can hear you!" Cleo called the sound of her writing echoed across the house.

Sighing I got up out of my bed. It was the same bed that I woke up in that first day. "C'mon kiddies, time for school."

"Ah," Vicky moaned from her room across the hall, "can't we ditch just once?"

"No!" Albert said firmly as he walked up the stairs to see all of us. "And if any of you use your gifts to get out of school, I'll know." he glared at Cleo, Vicky and Elle. Cleo could become animals, Vicky could convince someone to do what ever she wanted by singing, and Elle could go invisible.

"Fine…"

"Okay…"

"Whatever…"

'Maybe.' they all thought at the same time. I gave them a stern glance but only Elle seemed to care.

"So Alex," Cleo began, looking at the only male 'child'. He snapped to attention. He was half in love with Cleo since the day he laid eyes on her. "Any chance of rain?" Alex also happened to control the weather. He smiled at her, "do you want it to?"

Everyone gave their opinions as we walked down the stairs, most in favor of a sunny day. Albert was getting his cup of coffee when we entered the kitchen. He only had it for image's sake. His golden eyes narrowed, "No sun."

"How about a drizzle?" Alex asked Cleo. She gave a smile that could have melted the ice caps. We piled into my F150, and Cleo became a calico cat with green eyes and she curled up on Vicky's lap.

When we got to the school, Catty tensed.

"What?" we all asked. Catty could sense changes in something, kind of like Alice, only Catty saw the causes.

"We are going to be meeting some new friends." she informed us, her voice dripping with malice.

"We'll keep our eyes open," Vicky promised. It actually didn't take that long before we ran into them. There were five of them, all hanging around a 911 turbo.

"Well," Alex said calmly his eyes hardening, stepping closer to Cleo, "they've seen us."

I tense up as I recognize the faces. They all noticed it.

"Is it them?" I had told them about Forks a few days after my arrival into the family.

I nodded.

"Don't worry," said Cleo unperturbed, "You look way different."

The Cullens walked over to us.

"Hi!" said Alice in her upbeat and positive way. She smiled hugely, "I'm Alice Cullen and these are my brothers Emmet, Jasper and Edward and my sister Rosalie."

My God, Edward looked just as perfect as the day he left. I felt my knees start to buckle. Rosalie looked Vicky up and down with distaste.

"Hello," Elle said, stepping out of our fold. "I'm Eleanor; these are my sisters Cleopatra, Victoria, Catherine, and Belle, and my brother Alex."

"Do you want to talk?" Edward asked in his golden voice. Cleo looked at me with worried eyes.

"No," she said looking at him with revulsion, "our father is a teacher here and he would have a cow if we weren't there on time. So, sorry, but no." she grabbed my arm and dragged me in the direction of the school. In her mind I heard clear as a bell 'Here comes trouble.'