Chapter 1: Carlisle's Daughter

Bella's POV

I had been a vampire for over 300 years now. I was 16 years old when I was changed into a vampire.

My human life had been hell though. My father, Carlisle Cullen, had died when I was only six years old. I missed him so much. He was the only person in my life that actually cared about me and loved me. My mother hated me. She blamed me for my father's death. Even though we very well knew that he had been killed by the monsters that he and my grandfather used to hunt all of the time.

My mom just viewed me as something that got in the way of her true happiness. She had never been happy with her arranged marriage with my father. She had wanted to marry a man with a more prestigious title. Not the son of an anglican pastor. Then when I was born something happened to her and she could no longer birth children. Meaning that she would never be able to produce a male heir for any man with stature.

My mother took pleasure in mistreating me throughout my life. She never cared for me nor showed any kind of love like my father had. My father didn't care that I was born a girl, even though boys were highly valued and girls were hardly valued at all. He took great pride me. He loved me. He read to me every single night. He tucked me in every night. He always kissed me goodnight. He made me laugh and he made me happy.

But then the night came that the monsters took him from me forever. How I cried for him every single night after that. How I missed him so much.

When I turned 16 years old my mother arranged my marriage for me. I hated it. I didn't want to get married for many reasons. The main one was that the man she wanted me to marry was known for being a very violent man. He heavily mistreated all women. I didn't want to marry a man like that. But my mother did not care what I wanted. He was a a man with stature and money and that was all that mattered to her.

I could not take it anymore. On the night before I was to get married I tried to end my own life. I would rather be dead then married to a man like that. I would have succeeded in ending my own life had the monsters not found me. The very monsters that had taken my father from me. For three agonizing days I was in pain. I wished for death every single second that the fire cursed through my veins.

But I woke up. With my newly enhanced senses I knew that I had become one of the monsters that had killed my father. Had my father been alive and known what I had become he would have been disgusted with me. He would have hated me, and he would have tried to kill me because of what I had become. I was now a monster myself. I again attempted to end my own life. But no matter what I did I could not kill myself. So eventually I gave up.

I left England sometime during the early 1700s. I set out for America. I was alone all of that time. Truly alone. I had no family. Nothing. No one. It would have been better if I had died. Instead now I have become the monster. I kill humans just because I need their blood to live.

I have spent the last 200 years traveling America. I have come across other vampires, but have had no desire to join their covens. They thought that I was odd because I hated killing humans, even though it was a necessity for us.

Now it was early 2005. I had found a new place to settle. A place that I had never settled before. A place called Forks, Washington.

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