Welcome to my very first fanfiction. I've never tried doing this type of thing before so, I really hope you enjoy it!

The Beginning

Bella POV

I stare lazily outside the window of the plane, watching as the clouds quickly speed by. My mind wanders to the memory that put me in this current situation.

*Flashback*

I'm standing directly in front of my mother- her name is Renee- and I'm completely peeved. I never particularly felt close to either of my birth parents. After my parents divorced, I just went with whichever asked first- something I completely regret- but there's nothing I could really think to do then.

"Bella!" My mother says, slightly raising her voice while snapping her fingers in front of my face. My face slightly puckers in annoyance at her actions.

"Sorry, I was just thinking, what did you say?" I sigh out in exasperation. I'll never completely understand this woman.

She stares at me dubiously for a moment, as if she doesn't believe me. " I was just saying, I'm getting married to my boyfriend, Phil. You know, the baseball player." She gushes, filled with excitement. It's not particularly surprising to me, my mother wasn't the type of person who could stay single for long. Though I need to at least pretend to be excited for her.

"That's amazing! I'm really happy for you!" I say, with a completely fake smile. I knew what this meant, I would be going to Forks to live with my father. It doesn't really bother me, I'm happy to get away from my overbearing, and flighty mother.

*Flashback End*

I'm not normal, I never have been. When I was little, I never understood the emotions people showed around me. I never knew how to experience and feel them myself. I knew this wasn't normal, and I didn't want people thinking there was something wrong with me. At night, I would spend hours in front the mirror doing different emotional responses I had seen others around me do. It took time, but I've perfected a multitude of different facial expressions. I don't consider myself a psychopath, since I do experience emotions occasionally. It just doesn't happen that often.

Suddenly, I hear a voice from above, "Attention all passengers, we are starting our descent into Seattle, please make sure you're wearing your seat belts."

I see my father in the distance as I walk quickly through the throngs of people in the overcrowded airport. He seems nervous, and anxious. Completely understandable considering the things happening out of nowhere. I put on a gentle smile and I stop in front of him, before pulling him into a gentle hug

"It's good to see you again, Dad" I murmur as my head lays on his shoulder.

"It's g-good to see you too, sweetheart" he says quickly with a light blush on his face. He never has been good with thing involving emotions, something I can appreciate.

"Well, let's get going, shall we?" I say, before following him to where he's parked.

I never expect this move to be a big change in my life. I never expected it to change anything, honestly. It was just something I had to deal with, an annoyance. Something I'd look back on many years in the future and think nothing of it. Little did I know, that life would never be the same again. I was walking towards something big, something dangerous. Something my human brain shouldn't be able to comprehend. A future of death and blood, and murder.

A future of something I never expected to experience.

A future of...love.