Hello everyone, here's my first story so I'm probably not that good yet and I welcome any and all constructive criticism. Please do note that I'm a bit stubborn so it may take a while before you see the effects of your criticism, though when it comes to spelling and grammar I will immediately listen to you, 'cause English is not my first language. (Though I am actually better at English than Dutch, hahaha) Well enough with the chitchat, on with the story.

Oh yeah, shouldn't forget the disclaimer, so here it comes: I do not own anything recognizable in this story, whether it comes to any of the characters or parts of the plot!

Have fun reading!

"talking"

'thoughts heard in another mind or from nature'

-speaking in the others mind or to nature-

Diary entry

Though this isn't used strictly yet in this chapter for most are Bella's thoughts, if otherwise it's noticeable and/or you can refer to the above.

Chapter one

Bella pov.

Dear Diary,

Hmmm, maybe I should give you a name. How about Dandelion? No? Oh well I'll find something for you! Anyways…

Finally, I found him! It took me ages to know where he is, my mate. Yes that's right, I have found my mate. Well not exactly found him, more like a general idea where he is. I still don't know who he is, unfortunately. But no matter I will find out. Now you must all wonder why I am so excited and going on and on about finding him, the reason is: I've been lonely. Yup that's what I said; lonely. A bit strange that I'm feeling lonely after having lived on this earth for well over 200 years, 223 to be precise. Hear the sarcasm in there? I did. But that loneliness will finally cease to exist, thank God and the Goddess for that.

You don't understand what I'm going on about? Well let me tell you then. I'll start with an introduction. My name is Isabella Marie Swan, or for those who know me better Bella or some variation of it. Though I absolutely abhor being called Belly, three guesses who came up with that one: my dad. My dad's name is Charlie Swan, used to be captain of the royal guard and now the chief of police in the small town of Forks. A town full of mortals, full of humans. Dad was fired from the royal guard when he chose a mortal life after he had fallen in love with a human woman, called Renee. Unfortunately she left him only weeks after he had given up his wings.

Yes! Wings! I'm a fairy. Yup a fairy, so get over yourself already!

Oh wait… you actually want to know more? Alright here comes: a fairy is a magical creature, which uses not only fairy dust to perform magic. Most of the magic is channeled though the hands and the purpose of it is determined by the mind of the fairy. So for example: I need a new vase for a flower. I point my hand at the place where I want it and then envision the vase I need and want in my mind. Two seconds later I got myself a vase! Handy don't you think? Well I think so. But on with the explanation, next to being able to perform magic, we can fly with the wings on our back, are immortal, glow with a faint light in both the sun and moonlight, most of us have an affinity with nature which I will explain a bit more about a bit later. Oh and don't forget that every fairy has him/herself a soul mate. Or as humans often say our other or better half. That was what I was going on about at the start. Later more on the subject, probably.

As a fairy you have two or if you count right three forms. I always go with the three. The first is the fairy form, the inhumanly beautiful, graceful, strong, nearly indestructible and winged creature. Our second form is our human façade. This form is plain, often graceless sometimes downright clumsy (which I am, grumble) and only able to perform the most basic defensive magic. The third one that I count as well is a mixture of the two. One that is used not often. This constitutes of the human form with an added amount of magic and the use of the wings.

When a fairy is in its human form the wings are only visible as two small butterfly winged tattoos on the shoulder blades. These 'tattoos' look exactly like the wings of the fairy.

Another necessity to know about fairies is that they have a special affinity with something. I myself for example am a nature and night sky fairy, while my father was a water fairy and my mother a flower fairy. Yup I'm weird that way! It does not happen often but once every few centuries a mother dies while giving birth to her child, which in turn makes that child more gifted. And let it be just my luck that I'm the one that happens to! I'm over the moon with it! (Again with the sarcasm, starts to become a habit.) As a fairy you're blessed with tattoos as well, only these depict the affinity you have, like a flame on the wrist of a fire fairy.

Well I do believe that is all you need to know of fairies in general, if I remember something else I will let you know. Now on to myself and who I am. Let's keep it simple and make a little list.

Name: Isabella Marie Swan, prefers Bella

Age: physical age 22, real age 223 and momentarily posing as a 17 year old.

Father: Charlie Swan

Mother: don't want to talk about it

Siblings: none

Home town: Leaf Town

Current location: first floor, my room at my desk by the window, father's house, Forks

Hobbies: reading and flying

Seriously detest: shopping and the hospital

Hair: Brown as a human, Brown with night sky blue streaks as a fairy

Eyes: Blue, dark blue where according to some you can see either the stars or the moon in and the rest see both. Marvelous don't you think? Though probably to be expected of a night fairy.

Height: 5 foot 7

Build: slender, not a lot of muscle and curved in the right places if I do say so myself.

Hmmm, is there something else to tell? Ahh yes of course. My tattoos when I'm in my fairy form. My skin is a creamy white with vines with blue and yellow flowers that seem to climb up my legs. These go on to about my belly button. Above it my chest and back are littered with stars in small patches of night sky blue. On my right shoulder a full moon is depicted as a symbol that my magic is strongest at that time. Oh yeah, on my heart I have a bigger and brighter star which is believed to indicate that I'm a sensitive person, capable of loving and compassion as well as that I am supposed to be selfless. Unfortunately I'm not seeing much of the last in myself.

You probably think: what's with the hometown? Well this is the capital of the fairy kingdom where I lived until a few weeks ago. It all started on a sunny morning when I felt a pull, a pull to the mortal world. A pull so strong I could not resist and in that instant I knew I would find my mate there. So I contacted my father and asked if I could come and live with him. Well since I'm here that wasn't a problem. Now I live with my father in Forks, Olympic Peninsula and the wettest place of the continental US. Told you I am lucky! (sarcasm, why do I keep pointing this out?) I love the sun, like most fairies, well except the water ones...

With a sigh I closed my diary, I was not in the mood to write anything more. It was to dreary and I didn't have school for another 2 days. As to why writing this, it's an English Literature class assignment, I need to hand in during my first lesson. Though I suppose it is hardly smart to hand this in, on the other hand, it would be hilarious to see the teachers face when he or she reads this. To be honest I'm not looking forward to starting school, I already know all that's being taught to these children and then some. I also hate the spotlight, which I can guarantee I'm going to be in because I'm the new girl. The new girl from Phoenix, Arizona. At least that's the cover story Charlie and I concocted to explain my sudden appearance. The god people of Forks know Charlie has a daughter but they've never seen me, and I had hoped to keep it that way.

So far living with Charlie has not been that bad. We do share a bathroom, but since he's hardly in there it's not such a problem. Luckily we're comfortable with silence and it doesn't get awkward, at least so far it hasn't, I've only been here a day. In which I discovered dad can't cook at all and isn't fabulous in the cleaning department, so I volunteered myself for those duties since I don't mind having something practical to do at my hands and cooking is just good old fun. And yes fairies need to eat, we can't live on air or honey alone. Though the last is my all time favorite snack.

Right now it's nearly ten thirty in the evening so I better start preparing for bed, I'll think over my diary entry tomorrow after I had a decent night's sleep. After taking a human moment in the bathroom (grin, just love that comment!) I went downstairs to say goodnight to Charlie. When I walked into the room he was watching the television were some sports program was on.

"Hey dad, I just came to say goodnight. I'm turning in early because I'm really tired, had a lot of trouble sleeping last night because of the rain."

"Sure thing honey, had the same trouble myself when I started living here, now I love it."

"Really dad? You've come to love it? How long did that take, you've been living here for about 24 years"*

"Well it took me a few weeks to get used to it and a good part of 5 years to learn to love it."

"Okay, that at least gives me hope for a good night's sleep, before my looks will be utterly ruined!" I exclaimed dramatically and totally unconvincing. Have I mentioned that I can't act? The only thing I got for that cry out was his deep rumbling laugh which didn't stroke my ego at all!

"Sure sure, you watch out for that and I'll wish you a healthy night's sleep so I won't hear you complain!" He teased. I affected to be mortally offended when asking: " That's the only reason you wish me a good night of sleep, so I won't complain? Not even because you love me or that I'm your daughter?" "Yes you're right, I shouldn't be so unkind to my favorite daughter, so good night honey." Dryly I replied: "I'm your only daughter and good night to you to. Will I see you in the morning?" "No I'll be fishing with Billy tomorrow, you know, Billy Black, from La Push?" "Yes dad I do remember." No need to tell him that I don't. "Night dad" I called while walking up the stairs. "Night honey." I heard before I closed the door. I crawled in to bed and promptly fell asleep.

The following day (Saturday) and Sunday thereafter were much the same. I would get up around 9, notice Charlie being gone, make breakfast for myself, eat, go back upstairs, have my human moment and the rest of the day I would spent reading or cleaning or trying to figure out what to write in that blasted diary. In the end I decided to keep it simple, give a list with my personal info like name and stuff and finish with my happy 'fake' childhood in Phoenix and my phony reason as to why I came to Forks. Ergo no supernatural stuff, no fairies and one big lie. But it can't be helped. After having spent my day in relative leisure Charlie would come home around 6 or 6:30 with a boatload of fish for in the fridge and to make dinner with. Though I will probably be throwing away a lot of fish, because there's enough in there to feed a complete army for three months. And I don't particularly like eating or cleaning fish. So that Sunday instead of fish we ate steak, thank God and the Goddess.

So now I'm lying in bed, tossing and turning and worrying for tomorrow. So far living here had been easy but tomorrow I would meet my doom. My first day in High school after having done it before some 200 odd years before. Didn't like it then and determined not to like it now.

Charlie pov.

It was great seeing my daughter again after so many years. I hadn't seen her since I gave up my wings. I was afraid it would be awkward together but it is actually quite comfortable living with her. Thank God and the Goddess she hasn't changed much in the past 24 years. We had kept in touch through letters of course, but it's not the same as having her here with me. I know she's worried about going to school tomorrow but I know everything will be fine, she's a strong woman and easily likeable, she'll make friends quickly. Luckily for her, her English accent isn't seen as uptight.** The only thing I'm a bit puzzled over is the reason why she so suddenly wanted to move here. The reason she gave was that she missed me, and I believe her. I know that's the truth. The Goddess knows how much I've missed her as well. It's just that I have this feeling that it is not the only reason she wanted to move here. But we'll see if it's something life changing I will find out soon enough.

It's me again people. I hoped you enjoyed this chapter and will give some lovely reviews.

Some explanations from things in the chapter

* Every fairy stops aging at a certain age, for Charlie that was 28. Fairies are immortal but when they give up their wings they start aging again. Which is the case with Charlie. So in this time of the story Charlie is around 52 years old. (haven't decided his birthday yet!) He looks in the end of his 40's because fairies look young for their physical age, which is how Bella pulls her being seventeen of.

** The Fairy Kingdom is located somewhere in the forests of England. Unknown to humans and through the fairy magic unable to be found by any other creature then a fairy.

This whole story is probably going to rotate a little in between a few point of views. As this is a Carlisle/Bella story their point of views will be in here the most. Charlie's will be used as well, sometimes to explain other times just to give another perspective of the happenings so far. If you have any other point of views you would like to see in here, then please tell me so in your review and I'll see what I can do for you. Since I'm not completely certain who all are going to be in there I can't promise to much yet.

Next chapter will be Carlisle's pov. and probably a little Alice, since I love her and she's psychic.

So until the next chapter!

P.s.: I got a lot of schoolwork so it may take a while but I'll do my best.