Prologue
Running away. That is what cowards do, i guess you could say i am a coward. After all here i am on a plane landing at Sea-Tac international airport, Washington. I have just spent over ten hours on this plane with over a hundred humans. Now you may say this is normal, well technically it is.....to a human. However, i am no human and this is not a usual occurence for me. I bet your confused so let me tell you abit about myself, so you can catch up.
I was born in september in the year of 1903. At St George's hospital, in London, south-east England. To Charles and Renee Swan. My parents were childhood sweethearts (something about love at first sight), and married straight out of college at the age of eighteen. I was the result of their honeymoon love and nine months later i was born. You see my father courted my mother from the age of which she turned sixteen and in that era it was not frowned upon to marry and start a family at such a young age.
Anyway, i grew up a normal child (well as normal as anyone can be), with loving parents, and i was very smart for a girl of my age. By the time my sixteenth birthday came i had a long line of suiters asking for my hand. I was not and nor will be interested in them kind of men. But a fairytale has to come to an end at some point in time, so it really wasn't surprising that six days after my birthday my mother died of "natural causes". My father was so distraught that he packed us up and moved us to America, saying something about "a fresh start and to many memories". So we moved to Texas, just merely five weeks after we got settled in my father met Cheryl. She worked on the ranch across the road from where we lived and she asked us over for dinner one night, no need to say my father accepted straight away. We were introduced and the moment i saw her look at my father i can honestly say i knew they would be good together. She all but happily introduced her son Jasper to us, he was twenty and tall aroun 6", quite muscular with honey blonde short,curly hair and the most amazing piercing ice blue eyes i had ever seen. We got talking and i soon came to realise he was a true gentleman.
My father soon came to love again and Cheryl soon after became my step-mom and Jasper, my amazing big brother. We had fun, we laughed and cried together, he taught me how to ride and defend myself and i soon caught on to the hypnotising southern accent. Jasper knew i loved it and it melted my heart when i had a stressful day and he would hold me and sing me to sleep. He was my best friend and we were kind of inseperable.
But the time came to the event i had been dreading the most over the past three months, Jasper told us all three months ago that he had enrolled in the army. Lets say the happiness i let show for the occation was just that, a show. The day Jasper went off to war i did the hardest thing i've had to do in my entire life watch him walk away. He promised me before departing that we would see each other again, so i just smiled and kissed his cheek waving goodbye to my best friend and brother.
Weeks went by and i found myself isolating myself more than ever, spending more time cooped up in my room writing letters to Jasper i recieved a few back all telling me how much he loved me, and that he was missing home so much but was enjoying every minute of it. On the night after i recieved Jaspers last letter to me there was a knock at the door, i was sat on the window seat in my room reading "wuthering heights", i ran down the stairs taking them two at a time wondering who would be at the door at ten on a night. Father opened the door to reveal an officer of the department of defence in full uniform looking somber, he informed us that Jasper, my big brother and best friend, had been "killed in action". Upon hearing those words leave his lips i collapsed on the floor in a hit of uncontrolled sobs.
The week following had been long and hard but we all got through it, and soon the funeral came and went along with it went part of my heart that longed to feel him sing me to sleep or laugh at me for falling off my horse. I was the last one standing infront of the gravestone, as i sank down onto my knees and cried for the bestest brother i could have asked for, i shouted at nothing hoping that Jasper wherever he was could hear me as i told him that he "Broke his Promise". I sat there alone for two hours straight before i could find the will to move, and as i stood and prepared to walk away from my brother i heard a twig snap behind me and whirled, only to become face to face with a man about 5"8 with long sandy hair and bright red eyes staring into my own chocolate brown ones. He smiled and said i smelled "delicious" before he lunged for my neck. I screamed as i felt fire beginning to curse through my veins but moments later the darkness that had been creeping engulfed me.
I don't know how long it had been but i awoke from the darkness to find myself in a comfortable bed, in a room i did not recognise with atleast ten people surrounding me. They told me of what i had become and how they saved me, they said i was in Volterra, Italy and that they are the Volturi the royal family of vampires. Yes you heard right vampires, i am a vampire, a beautiful vampire. Apparently according to Aro (the leader) i am the most beautiful vampire he has ever seen an i will tell youy now that he is not lying. He explained to me all the rules and all about their diet, which i can honestly say i find quite repulsing although he did introduce me to my way of feeding....from animals. I decided to stay in Italy for a while, four decades to be precise. I learnt all about the world and studied all different languages, learning to contrrol my blood lust was easy but i found out that i have a short fuse when it comes to my temper. Felix and Demitri tought me to fight and i quickly became their best fighter. Santiago tought me all i know about cars which soon became my hobby. But i also found out i am very powerful, i have a mental and a physical shield. My physical shield allows me to levitate and teleport as well as use telekinesis. My mental shield prevents attacks on the mind which i can project and take away as well as being able to read a persons past and look into their memories. The Volturi only know about my mental and physical shield and i have and will keep it that way.
After a while i decided to get out their and travel, so i left Volterra but not before promising to go back and see them again. I travelled around Europe for a while until i went back to my home in England. There i came across three nomads James, Victoria and Laurent. Laurent decided that he wanted me as his mate i very politely refused and things kind of became complicated after that , i soon left much to my relief and decided to start a new.
So here i am on a plane to washington, i plan to keep on the low and i have done some research. I will be moving to the small town of folks which has a very small population and will be an easy cover. I have enrolled myself in high school, i have not been to school since before i was a vampire so it should be a change. I have bought a two bedroom small victorian house beautifully furnished and will apparently be under the supervised care of my aunt and uncle, hey i have to have a cover story!
As i sit here i will appear to be calm and collected but really i am very irritated. This is due to all the staring, i mean come on i know i am beautiful (not got a big head i promise). I'm a 5"6 female with waist length curly brown hair that in the sun shines with red and golden highlights. My amazing golden eyes that all "vegie" vampires have, captivates you when you look into them making you feel like you have been hypnotised. I have a stunning body that all females human or vampire alike envy. Just the right sized breasts not too big not too small and definitly don't look plastic. My cute round ass just the right size and captures way too much attention. Red plump lips and long black eyelashes surrounding my big doe shaped eyes. And don't forget a fashion sense to die for, but still they don't need to stare like that. It's Rude!
I am brought out of my daydream by people getting up and exiting the plane. I quickly get off the plane and make my way to the baggage collection to pick up my two big black suitcases and my holdall, and head out of the airport away from the happy family reunions taking place. I am envious of all of them people,yeah i have the looks and the money every one dreams of,but i don't have the one thing that i would give it all up for,someone to love, siblings, parents and that one special someone that make your life complete. I'm getting sappy so i'll shut up.
I wave a cab down and give the drive the address and then i'm on my way to my new home. While i sit here and watch the scenery flash by i can't help but think of my family, all who have gone now and will never come back and i am not surprised by my longing to have the person i miss the most here with me, to see me now and be proud that i did not give in, and didn't let what i am deterre me from dreaming. Jasper. I miss him so much, i think of him every day wishing he could see me now and laugh that i still haven't grown up. I shook my head getting rid of my thoughts i don't want to break down in the back of a cab.
So here i am watching the trees flash by on my way to Forks. My name is Isabella Marie Whitlock and this is the start of a new chapter in my life,that hopefully i do not have to run away from. That i can embrace and enjoy for once in my existance.