A.N.: Story will be about Bella (half vampire, half human) and Edward (human) and Rosalie (vampire) as Bellas best friend...I think it places about 1900...but I'm not so sure, so if they are some things they didn't have in 1900, but are in my story...live with it^^

Andl I'm sorry for my English faults...Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading

--All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, I don't own them....---

Chapter 1: Prologue

„Isabella?!"

I heard her shouting - and in an instant my mind was screaming at me; what the hell does she now want...?

At least she was crying for me with her typical severe, demanding voice – that could only mean there wasn't any punishment for me to expect – right?

"ISABELLA!!"

I gulped, and tried to move my feet faster without falling down the staricase... (You must know about my clumsiness - if there is anything a person can trip on – I certainly will and hurt msyelf in impossible ways for others.)

...until I stood in front of her.

Never in my life have I seen a smile crossing her lips (fake smiles – without emotions - don't count)– and I don't believe she's capable of such an emotion – the moon changing pink will more likely happen than my aunt being happy.

I lived here in this bloody country, in my aunt's house since...I don't really remember the year, but since my mother Reneé died soon after my birth...

Living here, in her house, by her side, was like a fortaste of hell – but at the same time it was the only place where I could life safely. Not safe and happy, but safe and sure that nobody will kill me (because of my autn's high position in this country and her power).

The house was old, a little damaged but pretty – having the character and atmosphere of a comfortable ancient house.


"Yes, dear madam? What shall I do?",
I heard myself saying while I was looking at her – not into her eyes, that would be a lack of respect. A pride, pretty women with dark blond hair, in her typical chignon some black needles which can create injures you won't forget, so that you are prepared for the next time – if you're so stupid to give her a reason for the next attack. One time, and never ever again, I had promised myself.

"I hope that you will not dally the next time when I call you, ISABELLA?!",

her red eyes stared in mine, waiting for an answer.

Did I mention that I hate my name? I prefer simply "Bella". But besides my best friend, everyone calls me by my full name (or if they aren't so afraid of my aunt, they use words...I won't repeat them).

My name is one – and the only - thing we both have in common; my aunt's name is also Isabella. The name, Isabella, meaning "beautiful", fits my aunt, in her own way.

But besides her beauty I do notice her unmerciful and dangerous eyes, while my eyes are just good enough for others to laugh at (or being the reason why they want my dead because one can see with one look that I am diffrent). Like everything else, I must say to be fair. Not that you picture me as a beautiful young women...that won't describe me, not now and not in 5 years, just...never (- something my aunt - I must call her "dear madam"; respect, respect...- tells me whenever she feels like it - and she's right).

"I will not make such a mistake twice, dear madam. I am truly sorry. Please, forgive me. There is nothing to justify my lateness."

"Definitely not. But I called you because I got a letter from one of my lovely friends. She invited me to her villa for the next months...And I accept her invitation. Her villa is far away, even for our kind, so that I will not come here every week to look for you; you are not a little child anymore; your cooking is sufficient, so that you won't die of hunger. Or maybe...you'll change to the better for the reputation of your dearest aunt, so that cooking is not required...but I do not expect this. It did not bother you the last years that all my acquaintances are laughing at you - and me! for beeing your relative....You will take care of my house, won't you, Isabella?"

I looked at her in disbelief...

She will be out of this house?

I'll be in this house for months - alone?

Hopefully she doesn't think that this makes me so happy...but...if she had thought for one second I'll be happy, she would have canceled this trip...

So - I'll be FREE, at least longer than ever!

I noticed that I had not answered her question, even if it was just a rhetorical question. I tried to give my voice a disappointed, unhappy tone:
"Ohh…You are going on a vacation...? I am sorry, I am just a little bit shocked of you leaving.I will take care of the house."

She nodded shortly.

"So, this is our good-bye then. Isabella."

I said good-bye to her, too, and looked at her as she leaved the house to the carriage, her bags already in the carriage. In fact there was no reason for her to use a carriage – with her speed, and strength she could have just ran with the bags in her hands...care less how immense the distance to this friend , she liked it this way.

I closed the door, with the biggest smile on my face, as I went to...To what, exactly?

Now, without my aunt, I do not need to clean the living room, the kitchen (my second favourite room in this house, simply because it's just for me – without me being here the kitchen would be only a mock), the windows...and I don't need to do anything else my aunt would make me to do.

Instead of going to my room as planned, I snapped my hat, my favourite book "Pride & Prejudice", and went outside...

Our house – no, my aunt's house isn't a villa, or something huge like a ville – but it isn't small either...I like being outside, and whenever I am able to do what I want, I'll be in our garden... I've plant most of the flowers, and I am the one who takes care of them. Alongside our pebbles-path bloom a lot of motley flowers in the summer; red, yellow, orange, purple and blue flowers...But now most of them wither- the summer is over.

Nonethless I love nothing more than sitting outside in the grass, reading and hearing the birds singing even if it's getting colder outside.

Well, sometimes I am a little bit jealous of the happy, flying birds who are free, but then I remember that I am lucky, too; I live in a pretty house instead on the streets, and I can go to school - and I have one best friend, Rosalie, who like me unlike everyone else...

Rosalie is my best friend, only friend. She is intelligent, and she knows how to get what she wants. And because of her, the others don't bother me anymore, they stopped looking at me as if I'm a devil, are now just avoiding and ignoring me.

Oh, and she's also truly beautiful, kind of girl boys would dream of...if the 'girls' in this country wouldn't be bloodthirsty vampires, who believe that it's their fate and right to drink the blood of the men, and who love killing them.
You wanna know why everyone hates me?

Well, you must know the unwritten rules here to understand that I do not fit in this society:

First rule:

Every girl or woman who lives here is a vampire, and has the right to kill every man she wants (there aren't vampire males here) -) except if there's another vampire women, who has a higher position or if the man already belongs to one women (as a slave)....

Second rule:

Do not like your "food" or be friendly in any way;

Third rule:

Hate all human, in particular men and play games with them - let them think you truly like them until they like you (simply use some nice words, so that they believe you're a godness; beautiful like no human can be, and also friendly – not a bloodthirsty creature – how could a man not fall in love with you?). Then you can enjoy drinking their blood – seeing their surprise that you are in reality a monster – that's fun, and you've the right to killas many as you want.

Every girl in my school class has at least killed three (you can drink blood from your slaves – if your 'parents' are rich, they have many - without killing the human) – and if not, all are wondering why the hell not – maybe she needs to see a doctor or a psychiatrist?

Well, except myself – I would never kill someone, no matter what I am… And Rosalie never wanted to kill someone...
Rosalie's family belong to the powerfulls of this land; the famous, beautiful, rich and "untouchable" Hales.

Rosalie has 'only' killed one human; and if you'd ask her why only one and not more, she'll lie to you - the lie she tells everyone (but I'm quite sure that it's not completely a lie, considering her character).

No man is good enough for her, the most gorgeous vampire here (she's tall, has long legs, and beautiful long blond hair): "I'm just too good for them - won't like thinking about their blood flowing in MY veins, you know?" she tells everybody, and they believe her.

Now you wanna know how she lives without drinking blood?

Well, she can't live without that; she actually drinks human blood – but she doesn't kill anyone thereby. Rich vampires here have slaves and most of them aren't treating their slaves nice; the humans are just alive in order to clean their houses, gardens, everything, and to be their food drink; if a vampire starts to get hungry, it's nice to have the drink in front of you...and how luxurious, if you can offer your guest a quick snack?

This is one thing I don't like about the Hales; having slaves, for everything. But what could I do? I'm grateful that Rosalie doesn't kill anybody like the others.

About myself...

I am not human, nor am I a vampire – I don't belong to both of them.

My father - Charlie - and his name is all I knew about him, except the fact that I know for sure he's dead - was a vampire.

That for itself is a rare thing; normally only women are vampires, 'cause they drink all the blood from the men, so instead of turning the males into vampires, they kill them...

But the vampire woman who was about to kill my father, was bothered by another...and so my human father got changed to a vampire.

People said he was very silent, sad about being a vampire, hated himself therefor, and that he was very lonely…

And then he met my human mother...

And I really don't know how he got his blood lust under control - but he didn't kill her; she got pregnant (with me) and after my birth, my mother was killed – and Charlie was killed too.

So, I'm half vampire, half human.

I don't drink human blood – I even hate the smell of it, a taste similar to metallic – and I actually like both species:

Not all vampires are bad (okay, except Rosalie probably all), but most humans aren't nicer to me than the vampires...but like Rosalie, there must be some exceptions, nice humans.

I find the thought of killing someone repellent - and this slave–thing here in this country is also one of the things I hate.

But my aunt lives here and this is why I live here, too. And that the humans don't want me among themselves either plays a role, too.

And, yeah, it is impossible for me to live with the humans and let them belive I am a human. They know that I'm a vampire because of my looks;

Vampires are beautiful (well, I'm so plain, most human girls are looking better than me), but their eyes are not like human eyes, and their – our - skin is paler than a humans. So there is no way a human could believe I am a human, too.
And another ability vampires have doesn't belong to me:

Vampires move gracefully; I'm clumsy.

So the only abilities I have are: the better hearing and the sense of smell.

For example;

while I'm laying here in the grass I can hear the waves from sea, which is a way from here, and I can even smell the salt in it; I can smell the different types of flowers, and ...now
the scent of Rosalie?

So, PLEASE, tell me what you think.

Do you like it? Or not?

And when you don't like it, then please tell me and why (in a friendly way ;))

Okay?

And I'm sorry for my English – if you want to be my beta, that would be great^^

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Rike