My name is Isabella Swan, when I was younger I went by Izzy, when I was a teenager I went by during my stay in forks I fell in love with a vampire, and not the kind you see in Dracula, or the ones you read about in books. He didn't burn in the sun, he didn't sleep, he didn't die by stake he was in fact indestructible... Or so I thought.
I gave him my heart, my soul and I was ready to give him my body when the incident of my eighteenth birthday. Jasper's empathic abilities made it hard to resist the bloodlust and when I got a common paper cut he tried to take a bite out of me. I forgave him though, straight away... What I couldn't forgive was them up and leaving me, Edwards's harsh words still ring in my ears about how he doesn't want me.
I was comatose for months but now, now I'm free. Not that I'm happy about it. Jake is ignoring me, my friends no longer want me. My mother and I are now estranged after a rather large fight about being pathetic. But my father, the worst of all… his dead. And while I try to think of it as an accident, I know that it was Victoria that ended his life. But I try not to think about it. I try not to look at it as a threat but rather a message to move the hell out of dodge.
I am no longer Isabella Marie Swan, she is dead and I left her behind. I have a new name, I got the idea in a dream. If a vampire is killed by fire and turned to ash then I will think of myself as a dead vampire, they took my life, made me one of them and then when things got tough the killed me emotionally and left me behind. I was burned in fire, I turned to ash and I rose from that and now I'm stronger… I rose to the challenge…
I am the Phoenix, I am Nix.
