Dawn's Light

by jessalynnrosewriter

Isabella Swan is a vampire. She was born in 1867 in Dark Hope, Louisiana to wealthy bayou family. On her seventeenth birthday in 1884, she was attacked by a vampire and changed. When she woke three days later, she had no memory of her past. All she knew was her name and a few scattered details about where she'd come from. Bella/Emmett story.

1. Prologue

Author's Note: Hey guys! I know it's been a while since I updated my Harry Potter fic and I promise you I haven't forgotten about it but I've been having a lot of trouble with inspiration for that one. This one came to me last night and I decided to go ahead and write it. I can't give you many details about Bella's past because it WILL be revealed in time but what I can say is that Victoria is NOT the one that tortured and changed her. Also, you'll notice that Rosalie and Emmett aren't mates in this one. This is simply because I prefer Emmett/Bella fics to Edward/Bella ones and I needed a situation that would make the story work with my pairing. She will STILL gain an amazing friendship with Jake. He will not, however, fall in love with her. His mate will still be someone quite close to her and he will end up joining them. Anyways, without further ado, here it is. Hope you like it and remember to review.

JessalynnRoseWriter

Prologue
Isabella Swan

July 6, 1884

Dark Hope, Louisiana

Pain. So much of it. It felt like I was being burned alive, dipped in acid, thrown off a cliff, all at once. I wanted to scream, to beg for death, but I couldn't even open my mouth. My legs were gone, shattered maybe, I couldn't feel them anymore. I couldn't remember how I had gotten here or even where I was. Sometimes, when the waves of pain dipped just slightly, I could almost remember what had happened but the memories always faded before I could grasp onto them. Even as the agonizing waves of acid-like burning reached their end I could only recall my name. Only a name. Three small words. Isabella Marie Swan. Nothing more.

I lay there, in the dark silence, terror clutching at my heart for what seemed like years. When I could finally move, I stood and gazed around me in wonder. Vaguely, I could remember being here before. The name of the town came back to me then, bringing nothing with it but more questions. Dark Hope, Louisiana. I was in Louisiana. The realization brought a short-lived smile to my face. Soon, though, the smile was replaced by a frown. How had I gotten here? What had happened to me? Why did my throat still feel like it was on fire, even though the rest of my body had quit hurting? As I stood there, questioning what little I knew, I caught the scent of something that made the burn in my throat suddenly feel like acid. Whatever it was that brought that smell was what I needed and I needed it now.

Before I could really think about it, my feet were flying beneath me. The smell was getting closer now, causing the burn in my throat to seem unbearable. By the time I stopped, I felt like screaming because of the pain. I didn't bother to look at what it was, I just let my instincts take over. When it was done, I looked down at what had caused the smell and felt something inside me break. It was a man. A human man. His neck had been torn open and yet there was no blood leaking from the wounds. In less than a second the realization of what I must be hit me, sending me to my knees. The word echoed in my mind for the next century, haunting me. Vampire...