Chapter One
I sat on my bed, swinging my feet. Uncle Marcus was sitting on the chair in front of me, letting me put make-up on his cold-hard face.
"How do I look, princess?" she asked, smiling.
"Very pretty," I said, holding back laughter. I had made him look like a clown and he knew it.
I am Isabella Marie Volturi. My family is special. Not "stop eating the paste" special but, really cool.
First of all, I have a huge family with so many talented people around me and second pf all, they are all vampires. Aro found me on the streets when I was two and grew attached when he realized her couldn't read my mind, no matter how hard he tried. It's how I became the Volturi's little princess and their best kept secret.
The only time things went bad was when on of the elders slipped up and bit me. Aro tried to get the venom out and got half of it. The other half had already spread too far. I managed to keep some of my human traits, such as sleeping and crying but that's as far as it goes. And as far as they know, I appear to be aging but it's only been a week since the accident.
My eyes are still brown, but they get darker with hunger.
"Can we race?" I asked. It was fun watching him try to beat me. At first, he took it slow because he thought I'd be slower then him, now, he's putting everything into trying to beat me. Eventually I am going to give up and let him win.
"Bella honey, come here," Aro called.
I ran down the hall and waved at Jane. Jane waved back and smiled. Her red eyes gleaming, she must be planning to torture someone. I am the only one, other then Aro himself, who is safe from her. It's my power. I am a mental shield.
When I reached the throne room, I noticed a man standing beside Aro. He had thick blonde hair, pulled back with gel. He had gold eyes and no heartbeat so that meant he was a vampire. So, what was up with his eyes?
"Bella, dear, remember when I was saying that you should be interacting with more children. Well after then incident with Alec, it might not be a good idea to bring them here, so I was thinking if you went to America with Carlisle, you could interact openly with other children and not worry about them seeing us or not," he said, smiling at me.
I looked at him, he looked friendly. Really friendly.
"When am I going?" I asked, my childish, musical voice echoed across the room.
"Tonight, Carlisle will help you pack. He is a good man, with a great family," he said smiling.
Family, didn't he mean coven?
I showed him where my room was and pulled out my suitcase.
"What do you like to do for fun?" he asked, smiling.
"I like dancing, singing, playing piano and racing Alec, Jane and Uncle Marcus," I said, smiling.
Halfway to the airport, Carlisle got a call. Someone named Alice.
He hung up and told me to hold my breath at the airport. I obeyed and followed him to his privet jet.
On the plane I got curious and asked where we were going. He smiled and said, "Forks Washington".
Okay, now, you the readers have choices to make.
I have left Bella's aging open because, it's up to you whether she's aging or not and which Cullen she falls for.