Hey, this is Emily! Basically, I got bored and started writing this. You might have seen this story on my other account (emz-and-vix) but we now aren't writing together so I have decided to use my separate account to post the chapters.

JUST TO WARN YOU… THE BEGINNING IS MEANT TO BE BORING! So stay with the story if you can!

So without further ado… here is my story…

Chapter 1

Conferences were one of the biggest parts of my life. It took over the day (thank God!) and certified my future.

Today was no different. I was going to London, one of the main meeting points my agency liked to meet at as it was situated in the country that had a language most of the world could speak.

English.

The plane fight was easy, quick and enjoyable.

My IPhone was allowed on throughout the whole flight, which allowed me to play on the applications that Charlie had installed for me the other day.

It took me a while to get used to the gadgets that humanshad. It took me a while to get used to everything human…

I was… changed sometime in the 1910"s…

(Into the Past…)

I was ill.

I was very ill.

I was… dying, in some hospital.

No one survived. My parents were gone.

The hospital was empty, the staff all running for their lives.

Running from the illness that had killed so many… and had never been cured.

So I was left there. Left to die - in peace I guess. This was my deathbed.

It was where I was supposed to die but where I was given a chance to live. Something came over to my bed one night. It was not in the room a second ago. It was quick and bright, very bright, too bright.

The light consumed me and… nothing.

(Back into the future…)

That was a long time ago and all that I can ever remember.

I should probably give you my name. Not to sound too James Bond, but the name is Bella. Bella Swan.

I am older than anyone in the world and never aging. I am forever immortal, which can be seen as a good thing, I can never die. But when you have no one, it's a heartbreakingly sad life.

Something gave me life that day in the 1910"s. Something that changed me into what I am today. Something made me live a life I happen to not want…

So yeah, I'm Bella and I look like… a teen with a difference, if you can put it that way.

Like I said before, something changed me including some of my bad features, so I could be described as pretty, extremely pretty.

The agency I was speaking about before was a modeling agency. One of the best. You could describe it as the Prada of modeling agencies, and frankly, I don't want it.

Before I was discovered by this agency, I was hiding. Hiding from the lust for blood. Human blood. It lures you in with its sweet, yet salty smell. A smell I could sense over a mile away, pulling me towards it just to taste it.

For many years I had been without human blood. I hate the fact of just killing an innocent person. So I went to one of the most remote parts on Earth.

I lived in the tropical rainforest. It's a nice place really. I survived on the animals that lived there. The monkeys had blood close to humans so I tried not eating them. They were my test and they taught me well for when they came.

As you may know, the logging in the tropical rainforest is getting bad. They cut through so many trees and they finally reached my home.

It was hard for me not to drain them. I hadn't been around humans in decades. So, I had to escape. The humans were at risk. I left my home in the canopies of the trees and ran through the countries surrounding the forest.

No one could really notice me when I was running. I was too fast. If anyone did see anything it would be liked seeing a flash for around a millisecond and then they would just pt it down to a trick of the light.

I swam to different continents until I was hungry. The place I stopped was Seattle.

Deer was in plenty there so I stocked up on all I could. That was when human eye saw me. I could probably call him Dad. His name is Charlie Swan.

He saw me feasting on a small deer when he was just walking around in the woods. At first he thought I was from a nude colony.

I know, it is mad and you might be thinking 'wtf do those even exist?' but apparently some people live in those conditions with other people! Ew.

However, Charlie unfortunately thought that because, well, lets just say I wasn't decent (but I wasn't from a nude colony!).

Living, hiding in the rainforest with no one around meant that clothes weren't needed and anyway, clothes couldn't be in supply in the trees unless going 'Adam and Eve' with a leaf frock, which is frankly just silly.

So, Charlie thought that I was from a nude colony and I was wandering around in Seattle so he went up to me trying to find out why I had moved here. And he saw me eating, well draining this deer.

Now, when I am drinking and a human is close, well, lets just say that it is literally impossible for me not to attack him. Somehow, I didn't though. It must've been those monkeys!

I told Charlie everything in those small woods. He didn't care that I was naked and that I was a vampire.

Yes, a vampire. You could have probably guessed from me mentioning that human blood is what I have a particular lust for.

I hate what I am. In stories, vampires are the bad guys. But Charlie didn't see that in me (I was drinking the deer wasn't I after all (NOT a human)!).

He took me into his home, gave me some clothes and looked after me, like I was family.

After a while, he started searching on the Internet for more woods around Seattle for me to feed in, where no humans' normally trespassed.

The deer in the first woods I feasted in were lesser in number than normal (this was annoying because I thought I was being careful with the numbers but anyway…) so I decided to look further.

After another two years with Charlie, I was able to just be around other humans. I could talk to them and stand next to them. Never daring to touch them though. However, at this point Charlie was losing money, dramatically.

His job as a factory worker was failing and shutting down. He was having almost no money to supply himself with food because he was trying to pay his house mortgage. So I stepped in.

Normally I am hanging around in his house watching TV or cleaning the house. And at night, I am hunting or going for a walk outside.

This is where we meet my next "power" of being a vampire. I can't sleep, ever.

But anyway, normally I stay in the house and in the woods but because Charlie needed money I thought, "Arghh, what the heck, let's go get a job!" So now I have a job… as a model.

My phone started ringing and I grabbed it swiftly off the armrest on the chair. My agency was phoning, again.

"Hello?" I said into my Iphone, "Why are you calling me AGAIN?"

"Well, we are having some trouble with our flights down to London…"

"What do you mean?"

"Well lets just say that our booking didn't go through and well, we are all stuck here in Washington DC."

"And what do you want me to do about it?"

"Well, we would like you to come back…?"

I was fuming! They want me to come back? No way! I actually wanted to go shopping in London for some shirts for Charlie! Apparently they have some really good mens shops.

They weren't stopping me!

"I bloody well don't want to go back! I'm already on the plane! I can't just go up to an airhostess and say 'Turn the fucking plane around we have to go back… It's a matter of life and death!"

"We understand, but we would recommend that you take another plane back. We will pay for it of course!"

"When is the next plane available?"

At this rate I wanted to come home.

"I'm just looking for you, Miss… the next one takes off three hours after your one lands. We are sorry for you having to wait."

"Well, you bloody will be!" I shouted ending the phone call.

Well, three hours gives me loads of time to get the shirts! I liked pretending I was extremely mad because then people would stay away from me a bit more.

At least I can get Charlie a good Birthday present. It's coming up soon. In about ten days Charlie will turn fifty. And I will turn twenty-seven.

I don't remember when my real birthday was. I just celebrate it on the same day as Charlie does. But this is bad…. very bad.

Because I'm a vampire, I never change the way I look. I'm stuck looking like a seven-teen year old girl. I can barely pass by saying that I was twenty-six. Twenty-seven?

Maybe… no, Charlie needs the money! I can't leave my job!

Charlie still has no job. Since Charlie lost his, more people moved into Seattle and took the jobs that were available.

They had all moved from La Push, because their houses "had been destroyed by big animals". Creepy or what?

Anyway, so I've been supplying the money ever since Charlie lost his job ten years ago. We still have lots of money in the bank because my job pays well.

But what if these "animals" come to Seattle. La Push isn't that far away and what if they "break down" our house?

Where would the money come from to buy another one? Or rebuild the ruins?

I'm so bloody superstitious and I'm the vampire!

So yeah… this is a crappy start, but can you guys review so I know how the idea is? Is it good or is it bad?

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