Daylight

BellaPOV

Chapter 1

I picked up the thick black makeup brush that was tinted pink on the ends, sweeping it lightly over my cheek, that was how I blushed these days. I used to blush a lot as a human, I think. It was hard to remember little things like blushing, or the food you ate. Well, most vampires wouldn't be able to remember the food they ate as a human, but I did. It was easy to remember what you never had.

''Rosalie,'' I said, I didn't have to shout, she could hear me clearly. ''Give me back my hairband.''

''I don't have it,'' she called from her and Emmett's room. ''You must have lost it again.''

I frowned, damn it, I had to stop misplacing things. ''I need to remember to tell you wherever I put anything, ugh.'' I was almost sure she had taken it, but I didn't feel like arguing. I had to be the only living (if that's what I did) vampire who envies other living vampires.

Because I was me, I was different, of course. I was even a freak in the vampire world. I didn't have an eternity of memory; I had human memory, though I knew a lot more than any human, I forgot where I put my things all the time, which of course made Emmett, Rose and Jasper laugh at me, I just smile and nod along, trying not to let them see my hurt. Carlisle said it was because of my human life, and that there may come a time when I can remember like a vampire should. My mind still races a million miles an hour though, I can think of many things at once, I just forget a lot. I think I forgot more than humans do.

Emmett was my big oaf of a brother, when I say big, I don't just mean in the sense that he was older than me, but he had the muscles of a bodybuilder, his muscles contrasted with his black curly hair and the dimples that formed when he smiled, but that was just him, and it suited him, it was so natural.

Rose was beautiful; I mean we all were, it came with the immortality. But even for a vampire, she had wavy blond hair that everyone envied, you couldn't look at Rose's perfect body and facial features and have the bubbling jealously inside.

Carlisle was more of a dad to me than anyone else could have been, he was kind, sweet and loving, much better than my own father, who I did unfortunately remember, though I try not to. He had blond hair, and the most self-control out of us all, I didn't know how he did it.

Esme, where to start? She was my mother, sister, best friend, everything I needed in anyone, she filled the void I had for my own mother, and it felt nice, to be too old to be babied, but to still have the option.

Then, there was Jasper.

We had a special bond, nothing romantic, just, ew, no. He had saved me, when I had been almost dead; he was the one to bite me, save me. He explained that he didn't know what had come over him, he just had to save me, and he did. And he was my brother. That's all, we related more than the loved up couples in the house, we were both single, but obviously didn't want a relationship. He had been burned before he found me and I was just still too broken for that.

Jasper had blond hair that was slightly wavy and down to his ears, while my hair was a chocolate brown and to my shoulders. It was nothing spectacular, neither was I.

I was nervous, not going to lie. I always was when we did this, moved. Jasper calmed me down when he was close enough and when it annoyed him. But I never understood how none of them were even slightly nervous, not even a flicker of a butterfly in the stomach hesitation.

They were perfectly content.

Content with this life, repetitive life, unnecessary breathing, talking, walking, hunting, moving schools, states, countries. I hated it, god I did, I wanted to go to some island and just stay there for twenty years, to just not move, to be settled. To not do High School so many times, fat chance.

It was all four of our senior years in school, we were almost done the cycle, when disaster struck.

And I was in the mall.

And then there was blood.

And that's all I remember.

I know blood was shed (more blood) and one other person saw, I killed them too. I blamed myself, I thought I had enough control, Jasper thought he could stop me, but ultimately, it was my fault. I had killed two people. I remember their faces, the two women I had killed. They had families, probably partners, maybe kids. And I had ripped their mother, sister, partner, daughters from their lives.

All because I couldn't handle a drop of blood.

So we moved, Rose didn't want to go back to being juniors, so we would stay here for five years, go to college in Seattle or something. I had the reminder of what I did, the horrible orange eyes, the red had died down, but my gold eyes weren't completely back yet, but they would be soon, I hoped.

Forks was a small town, not the smallest we had been to, but still small, nevertheless. Carlisle, Esme, Emmett and Rose had been here once before, about seventy years ago or so, before Jasper and I found them. I liked it here, there was no sun and a lot of rain. I hated the sun, not just because it turned us into a big, diamond, sparkling fairy, but it reminded me of my own home, of Phoenix, I didn't want to be reminded of there, where I had died, been murdered, same difference. I no longer lived.

I didn't hate Jasper for turning me, I like my immortal life better than my human one, that's for sure, but I couldn't help but feel like I was missing something big, something we were all over looking.

I met my siblings downstairs, subtly brushing my hand against Rose's.

''Ha, I knew you took my bracelet.'' I scrawled.

Rose flinched away from me, her eyebrows puckered. ''One day Bella Cullen, one day you will regret tapping into people's past.''

I shrugged, it's not like I could help my visions of the past, unless I avoided touching people.

But where was the fun in that?

So, this is my new story, Bella Swan: The Enigma is just over, and this is my new project! Tell me if I should continue, I update every Wednesday and maybe some extra times too, but definitely on Wednesday s. ;)xxx

-BATTM