Two hundred years. I have been alive if you could call it that. I do the same routine every day; the days have started to just blend together. I lose track of time so easily getting lost in the loneliness this existence brings .My only reason to exist is for my music but that..sometimes isn't enough.

I have searched the world for something that has meaning but have come up with nothing. I have tried to be with others of my kind but it didn't work well. You see I am different than other's..vampires that's what we are, I refuse to drink from humans, take an innocent life even if they are selfish vial creatures they don't deserve death. I drink from animals…I call myself a vegetarian

My name is Edward Mason. I was born June 6th in is now January 4, 2010 and this will be a day I will never forget.

I was hunting in the forest by my home in Forks, Washington and I had smelt something burning. I followed the smell and came a crossed a house. I could smell gas, someone must have left their stove on. I listened and heard a very soft heart beat. I didn't think twice running into the burning house.

The flames covered must of the entrance ways so I used my coat to cover myself. I followed the sound up to a room, full of baby things. I looked into the crib to see the most beautiful baby. I picked her up gently and went out through the window. I tucked the beautiful baby into my jacket and ran to my house. It was the first time I had ever been grateful for having this curse.

Once I reached the house I went in and laid her on the couch, checking her for injuries. I thanked god that she was ok.

The infant looked not even a month old. She was so small. I never really had looked an infant up close before but I know she is probably the most beautiful one. She had soft brown curls on her head and dark blue..Wait? I didn't know she was awake. I stared into her eyes and she stared back, letting out a small yawn. I chuckled and picked her up.

"Hello their little one."I cooed to her and she giggles. It became my favorite sound in the world.

I realized she was probably going to get hungry and I didn't have anything for babies .I got my keys from the key rack and went out to my Volvo .Putting her on my lap I drove to the store .She fell asleep again. What a calm baby. I thought to myself and stroked her head.

I arrived at the store only moments after she fell asleep, putting her on my shoulders, her head was in the crock of my neck, I could feel her steady breath on my neck, it felt nice. I went to the baby section and filled up the cart with everything from pacifiers to baby formula. I would have to order her a crib and cloths. A baby as beautiful as her should not be wearing wal-mart cloths.

I went to the check out and the cashier almost died.

"Is she your sister?"She asked and I shake my head, grinning a bit at the thought.

"My daughter."I say and she looks at my with wide eyes, ringing me up. I hand her the cash, wanting to get out of here. I cannot stand listening to the thoughts of these humans.. That's when I realized I can't hear the infant's thought…that is odd but nice in a way.

I drive home putting the infant on the couch and rushing back out to get the stuff. It took all of two minutes .I picked up the baby girl and set her on my lap.

"Bella…"Beautiful in Italian. It suits her.

"Baby Bella Mason."I say and kiss her forehead.