What if in this weird reality, Bella was born in 1843 and was changed in 1862, at the age of nineteen
What if in this weird reality, Bella was born in 1843 and was changed in 1862, at the age of nineteen. What if she was a vegetarian vampire and well hunting she found Alice and Jasper and joined them on their search for the Cullens.
Today was my 165th birthday. I was born in 1843 in London, and as a human I was very unique. I always was edgy when the weather was bad and I was attracted to the water. I was very observant, and fast, always running with my few friends. I was so fast, I remember dodging a bullet, and I could just feel it coming.
When I was running after my little sister who loved to run and play, even if she knew it annoyed my mother. I followed her into an ally and when I couldn't see her anymore, I panicked.
"Margaret!" I yelled, and it was one of the biggest mistakes of my life.
Someone grabbed me from behind and before I knew it, I felt a searing pain shoot up the back of my neck. I begin to fell woozy and I remember thinking that I was going to die.
Burning hot fire ran through my veins, and I screamed so much until I could not scream any more. As I hoped to die, everything al of a sudden went blank. When I somewhat woke up, I felt the flames slowly dimming in my fingertips, and following lightly up my arm. After a small amount of time I thought the worst of it was over, but I was far from right. Then it hit me, the strongest, hottest, most searing pain imaginable struck my heart. It beat faster until I knew it was faster then a normal person's heart could ever be. Finally it slowed, slowly, slowly, until it beat once more…
Expecting it all to be one horrible dream, I opened my eyes. I was amazed at everything. I couldn't keep my eyes on one thing for to long. It was the clearest world I'd ever seen. Three beautiful people were standing around the bed that I was apparently sitting in. They explained that they were vampires, and I was apparently now one too.
Over the years I had grown to like them. Their names were Edison, Kit, and Rachel. They all drank human blood, and they were all very surprised when I refused and ran off into the woods to drink off of animals. Even though I was superior to them, I still couldn't stand the fact of ever hurting one. I jokingly called myself a vegetarian. I grew unhappy over the years, so eventually I left.
Any vampire I would come across on my journey to nowhere would always be amazed at my diet and speed, apparently I was very fast. I always wanted a coven, but the few I met that wanted me to join drank off of humans and I wanted to belong to a family that shared my diet, if there even was one.
I ventured into Chicago, and I enjoyed it there a lot, but in 1918 the Spanish influenza hit and I forced myself to leave the place I loved because I couldn't just watch all those humans die. So I left and doubted I would ever somewhat fit in again.