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I decided to move to a town called Forks. It was a small town, where the sun rarely shone. This was lucky for me. Forks is where my mum and dad met, and where they got married. I wanted to stay as close to them as possible, without being too close. I had finally gotten over my newborn frenzy: bad tempers and an insatiable thirst. I knew I was going to have to be careful here, I couldn't hunt the humans here without being noticed. I would have to run to the nearby cities to do so, where nobody tended to notice.

My story was that my parents were killed in a crash (a cliché I know), and that I was taken in by some relatives on the outskirts of Forks.

I actually had a house on the outskirts, but no one else lived there. My excuse was that they worked abroad a lot, that's why no one really knew them. I would take a lot of effort to pull off, but it was worth it. I had a chance at normality again.

I hadn't been so close to humans without killing them since now. I could resist the pull of their blood, and live among them. I had tried it a bit in Phoenix and L.A., and found I could manage it.

I had enrolled at the local high school in my junior year. Luckily I was only 17 when I was made, and so I could just about pull it off for two years.

Having to move after that would be difficult, being completely uprooted, and having to go somewhere else, where I would know no one. Even though it was essential, it was a tough part of being a vampire.

The thing I hated the most about our existence, being alone. I had not met anyone else like me. I was beginning to think I was the only one that existed, however part of me knew that wasn't true.

The only thing I remember about becoming a vampire is coming home from school one day and being forced into a back alley. As I fell over I hit my head and fell unconscious. I don't remember much after that, mainly pain, immense pain, like fire running through my veins. It was too much to bear, but I couldn't die. When the fire finally left my veins, and my heart stopped beating, I was alone in a small room on a bed.

I didn't know what had happened to me, I felt lost. The colours were so bright, everything was noisy, and the smells were overwhelming. And the burning in my throat, the way I felt so unbelievably thirsty, would not subside.

As I walked outside, I came into a back alley. I felt like no time had passed, I had simply decided to go outside, and I was there. A group of teenagers were gathered around a bin. I sniffed, and caught the scent of what they were smoking. But what really hit me, was the scent of them. Suddenly I became someone else: I was a hunter, a predator. I grabbed one of the lads nearest to me, and sunk my teeth into his neck as if it was butter. The other lads ran away shouting for help, but I didn't notice, I was too caught up in the soothing taste of the blood. It satiated my thirst, as it flowed down my throat. When the man's heart gave up, I dropped the body, horrified with what I'd just done. I ran away from there then. Not knowing where I was going, or what I was going to do.

The memory still makes me feel horrified with myself; though I know I couldn't have helped it. I just wished I could. Since then I was more careful, trying to feed on lowlife or criminals, rather than innocent people. It made me feel a bit better, though the fact that I was killing people still made me hate myself.

And now I am here, in control of myself, and ready to start a new life for a couple of years. It was my first day of school, and I was ready to go. It was already January, and everyone knew each other here, making it a bit more difficult for me to blend in. I wore dark clothes; a dark blue v-neck jumper, and some dark blue jeans. I could at least try to blend in. My eyes were the hardest to sort out, I could stand out just a little bit, if I walked around with bright red eyes. I had solved this problem by getting boxes full of brown contacts, my natural eye colour. Though it wasn't much like what my eyes once were, it would do.

I had quite a bit of money collected from the past two years, enough to get me a nice car, an Audi TT. I loved it, even if it did stand out a bit. My adoptive parents had a lot of money…or at least that's what I would tell anyone who asked.

I got into my car and out the keys in the ignition. As the car purred quietly, I took a few deep breaths, running over my story several times in my head. Making sure I was aware of every detail. I had to remember to put new contacts in every few hours, or after every class. I remembered how to act human, by fidgeting and breathing and looking around.

Once I was sure it was all sorted in my head I backed out of the drive. I drove towards the school slowly, resisting my urge to put my foot down. I was still fairly early as school didn't start till 9 o'clock, and it was 8.30 by my clock. I could just sit in my car and listen to some music.

When I got there, hardly any cars where in the parking lot; just a Volvo, an old BMW, and a Rover. No one was around yet, so I just parked my car and put a random CD on. It was Michael Bublé, which soothed my nerves a bit. As I sang along quietly with the music to myself, more cars started to enter the car park.

At quarter to nine, I got out of the car and walked over to the office to collect my timetable and map. The school was small though, so I was sure I wouldn't have a problem finding my way around. I opened the door to the office and walked over to the front desk. An older woman was sat behind it, typing something slowly up onto her computer. She looked up as I made an effort to make my steps actually make a noise. She looked shocked at first, but I just smiled at her, acting as if everything was normal. Even if it wasn't.

"Hi, I'm Bella Davies; I'm here for my timetable." I said to her, my voice very melodic. I had to change my last name, so no one would be suspicious. She stared for a few more seconds, and then looked away. Rooting through some papers in her desk, she picked up a set.

"Here you are, love. Everything you need. If you need help finding a class, just ask any of the pupils, I'm sure they will all be willing to help." I heard someone approaching the office, as I held my hand out to take the papers.

"Thank you very much," I said. The door opened and a young boy walked in.

"Ah Bella, this is Mike Newton, he is in your year. I am sure he will help you if you need anything." Said the receptionist. I turned to look at the guy. He was a bit taller than me, with short blonde hair. He was fairly cute. I smiled at him, and he just looked at me, as if in shock. He gave me the quick once-over, like most guys his age tended to do, and then smiled cautiously at me. I hoped I didn't get this reaction with everyone. I decided to break the ice.

"Hi, Mike. I'm Bella, I'm new here." I said to him fairly quietly. If I acted shy, then I wouldn't have to talk to many people. It took him a few seconds to regain control of his mouth.

"Er, hi. I'm Mike. I'd love to stay and chat, I'd really love to, but I have to sort something out. So I'll see you around. Maybe will have a class together," he said hopefully. Maybe my top was lower than I thought…

Finding my first class was easier enough, I had Spanish, which I was quite good at, having spent a bit of time in South America in the last couple of years. When the teacher came in, she sat me next to a quiet girl called Angela. We didn't speak much, she seemed incredibly shy. We exchanged introductions, and left it at that. We were studying food in Spanish, which I found fairly easy. I would have to be more careful though; the teacher was asking me how I knew so much. I told her I had lived for a bit in Spain.

I went to the toilets quickly after that lesson, noticing that there wasn't much left of my contacts. I put new ones in whilst in the cubicle. Before going out I flushed the toilet, even though I hadn't used it. There was a girl at the other end of the bathroom though, and I had to try and be normal. Washing my hands in the sink, I looked at the mirror in front of me. I could see why Mike was shocked. My skin was flawless, and a beautiful white colour. My slightly wavy hair was thick and shiny, and just longer than my shoulders. I was a flawless creature, designed to be beautiful, and designed to kill. I hadn't looked in a mirror properly since I had been made. It may be hard to believe, but I hated who I was to begin with, I didn't want to see a monster.

I walked out of the bathroom and into the corridor. My next lesson was Biology, which was great. It was my favourite subject back in Phoenix. I walked over to the block where my lab was and walked into the class, but the teacher wasn't there yet. So I looked around, to see where I could be sitting, but there was only one free seat. That was when I froze.

He couldn't be…could he? How was it possible, but he had to be. He had the same flawless skin, beauty beyond measure, he even smelt sweet, like me. And he was glaring at me, like I had done something wrong. He had bright amber eyes, and golden bronze hair that was a mess on the top of his head. I had to look away because his eyes were burning into mine. I felt like he could see what was behind my contacts. He probably could. There was no doubt he knew what I was. What was I going to do?

The teacher walked in at that moment, he was called Mr. Banner, according to my timetable. He looked at me, expectantly. I walked over to his desk.

"I'm Bella Davies; I'm a new student here." There were some quiet murmurs behind me, thinking I couldn't hear them. Two girls were asking each other who I was. Another guy on the back row was asking another guy if I was the hot girl he was in the office. I was shocked at that, as a voice I recognized as Mike's confirmed it. I would have to be careful with him.

"You can go and sit next to Edward, over there," He pointed towards the bronze haired boy, and I slowly went to take my place by him. He was staring, no glaring, at me as I sat down, but I avoided his eyes, concentrating on getting my pencil case and notebook out of my bag. The teacher came over to my desk and placed a textbook on my desk.

We were studying mitosis, a new topic to most people here. Not for me, as I had been in the advanced class back in Phoenix. The lesson mainly consisted of taking down notes, and doing questions. I did them slowly, to have an excuse not to look at him. As I wrote down my answers, I thought back to my memory of him, he was simply amazing. Beautiful wasn't enough to describe him, he was just perfect.

At the end of the lesson, he got up and went out of the classroom unbelievably quickly. I was surprised he could stay here, and that everyone else didn't notice his inhumanness. I heard some quick steps coming towards my desk as I put my books into my bag.

"What did you do to Cullen? He shot out of here like his ass was on fire." Mike laughed, and I looked up to him.

"I don't know. I didn't speak to him, and he didn't speak to me." I answered him truthfully.

"I don't see why he wouldn't want to speak to you though." He seemed like he was torn inside. His tone was friendly, and slightly flirtatious, but his eyes showed the natural uncertainty that came with conversing with a creature like me. I smiled at him and walked to head out of the class, but I couldn't get away that easily.

"So what's you next class?" He asked me. I looked at my timetable, and I had P.E. next. When I told him this his eyes lit up.

"I have P.E. too, great. Let me walk you to the gym." His eyes showed his uncertainty again. It was as if something inside him was telling him to run away from me, but I my body was telling him to stay. As we walked I thought about what was going to happen with the other vampire. Did this mean there were more of us? Did he know more? Had I broken any ancient vampiric rules, or something? I was so scared about what would happen now that I started to shake slightly. Mike was holding his jacket out to me. I must have seemed cold.

"Here, you look a bit cold." I took his jacket out of courtesy and put it over my shoulders. His scent surrounding me, making my throat burn, but I put it to the back of my mind. He was innocent, I kept telling myself. We reached the gym and I handed his jacket back him.

"Thanks Mike, it was really nice of you." He beamed at me, and his eyes seemed to lessen in his uncertainty.

"Well I'm going to go get changed. See you in a bit," He smiled then turned and walked towards the male changing rooms. I turned and walked into the girls changing rooms. They smelt extremely strongly of sweat, though that was probably just my sensitive nose. There were some toilets to the left and I walked over to them, needing to change my contacts again. This was going to get annoying. The last ones were still keeping the worst of the colour of my eyes away, but red was starting to seep through slightly. I took the other ones out gently, and put the new pair in.

It was unbelievably annoying having them in, my vision felt so impaired by them. Seeing all the little imperfections in the contacts. I walked out of my cubicle and washed my hands. Keeping up this act was so annoying. How did humans manage with all these little annoyances? Then again, I'd managed once.

All the other girls had arrived, and were getting changed. Luckily my scent was impaired by the sweat and aerosols the girls were using, that my thirst wasn't too bad. Of course seeing them getting changed was. I sat down on a bench in the corner of the room and avoided looking at any of the girls. Occasionally tucking my hair behind my ear, or crossing my legs.

One of the girls walked towards me. I looked up to her. She had brown hair which was straightened and kept back with a headband. She was quite pretty, but something about her screamed fake. I smiled at her, while she eyes me scrupulously. When she felt I had passed some sort of test of hers, or failed, she smiled at me she held out her hand to me.

"Hi I'm Jessica." She said, her voice nearly made me cringe, it was so nasal. Standing up, I took her hand gently in mine, being careful. She recoiled slightly at the touch of my cold skin, and my throat burned in desire for her blood. I dropped her hand.

"Bella," I said, trying to calm myself and not breathe.

"Well Bella, I hope you enjoy your time here in Forks." She smiled in a sickly sweet way, and walked away. I heard her saying to her friends a few benches away that my hand was so cold. Note to self: Avoid touching humans.

The teacher came in to the gym, telling us all to hurry up and get into the gym. I explained to her that I didn't have a kit yet, and she told me to sit at the side on the bench. I was glad about this for this lesson. If I wanted I could excel at every sport there was, so I had to see the skill levels of the people here, and work around that. I had been practicing doing this at several gyms, trying to make sure that I miss a few shots, and let my other team actually take part.

We were playing volleyball this term, which was easy enough. As I observed them, I carried on my train of thoughts from before.

I knew I would probably have to speak to him before long, but I didn't want to. I was scared. I didn't know how old he was, who he knew, if he knew other vampires, if I had done something I shouldn't. I started shaking slightly again, scared for my life. I wanted to run away from all this, but I knew I couldn't. I wanted to be normal; I was just going to have to talk to him. Even if I didn't want him. Though I admit, I was a bit curious. I didn't know anything about anyone else who was like me. He could provide me with answers I'd never gotten.

That was assuming he was actually a vampire. Perhaps I was overreacting, perhaps it was all just a coincidence, and he was just really pale. He could just happen to smell like me, and he might just not have liked something I did, or have heard something about me, that could have been why he was glaring at me.

I held that hope close to me, and prayed I was overreacting. Suddenly a ball flew towards me. As I caught it, one of my nails cut it and it popped. Oh no! Everyone in the class were looking towards me, trying top work out what happened. I looked towards the teacher, who had her eyebrows raised.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened." Most of the class just shrugged and went back to their games, not really caring. I looked at where the ball had come from; it was from Mike's team, which Jessica, I saw, was in.

Standing up I walked to the gym teacher.

"I'm sorry. I'll go throw this away." She nodded and I almost ran out the gym, hearing the teacher throwing Mike's team another ball.

I ran outside and breathed deeply. I was going to have to be a lot more careful if I wanted to stay here without too much suspicion. I walked to a nearby bin, and deposited the ball in it. I walked slowly back towards the gym, calming myself. I walked in quietly and took my place on the bench again. Fortunately the lesson was not far from finishing.

Ten minutes after my return, the teacher dismissed the class, and we all went back to the changing rooms. As they all got changed, I sat down again in my corner. I was still a bit shook up with what happened. It was a lot to take in all in one day, the fact that there may be others like me, and that if I wasn't careful I would have to leave here.

Dinner was next though, so I would have plenty of time to think over things. As soon as the bell went, I made my way quickly towards the canteen. I couldn't eat anything, but I could at least pretend. I bought a bottle of water and an apple and sat on my own, in a corner of the room. Observing everyone who came in, looking for Edward, from biology. I wasn't waiting long, as he came through the doors looking amazing. What shocked me more was that following him, was another one, like him.

She was fairly short, and hat short black hair. She looked very much like a Pixie, and moved incredibly gracefully. More strikingly, she was as pale as me or Edward, and had the same colour eyes as him. It hadn't occurred to me before, but their eyes were different to mine, and I hadn't noticed that they were wearing any contacts. Why were they so different?

They both turned to look at me, as they came in, but then turned away and walked over to a table, at the opposite side of the canteen to me. I was still in clear view of them though, and Edward was staring at me. The girl grabbed his hand, and tried to get his attention. He looked away from me and talked in a voice what was deliberately quiet, so I couldn't hear. I carried on looking at the people who came in, which is when I was shocked once again, when three more walked in, looked at me, and went to sit by the other two.

There was a beautiful blonde girl, who glared at me, and hissed slightly, a blonde haired male, who was covered in scars which screamed dangerous to me, and a black haired male, who seemed to be smirking slightly. They also spoke too quiet for me to hear, which was really annoying.

Edward started glaring at me again. I was shocked at the hostility that seemed to come from this group. I didn't know what I had done wrong, but I also knew that I didn't a chance against these, if they didn't like me. The black haired guy had huge muscles, and looked like he could crush me with his little finger. Edward's glare never let up, and I was started to get annoyed. The longer it went on, the more annoyed I got.

I growled lightly under my breath, so that no one around me heard me, but he did, because he growled back in response. The others all turned to him and tried to get his attention back. All but the blonde girl, she hissed at me. I hissed back instinctively, before realizing that I shouldn't show hostility towards them.

So I couldn't do anything else I would regret, I stood up and walked out of the canteen, throwing my lunch in the bin on the way. I went to sit outside on a bench and thought through my options. I could run, but that would mean I would be throwing away everything I had built for myself, and I didn't want to do that. Plus I was too stubborn to go. Only the blonde and Edward seemed openly hostile. The Pixie girl seemed curious. The blonde male seemed to defend Pixie girl, and the black haired male protected the blonde female. They were probably together.

If I stayed, what were my chances of survival? If they didn't want me there, there was no chance for me. Why, when I finally had a chance to be happy and normal did something have to come and ruin it? It wasn't fair. If I could cry I would be now, I was so scared. I hated not knowing what was going to happen. I felt overwhelmed, everything was happening too quickly.

My eyesight seemed strangely clear, and then I realized I hadn't changed my contacts, what with everything happening. No one was around thankfully, so I pulled the packet out of my back and put them in. I was being careless again; I couldn't carry on like this.

Once my eyes had adjusted to the horrible things, I stood up, intent on walking around the school, and calming down. I walked around towards the fields, where the guys were playing soccer. It was very fun to watch them bickering like little kids over the smallest thing. I never saw the point of the game when I was living, even less so now.

I moved to carry on walking, but I caught the scent of someone behind me. I span around and looked around. About 50m away from me stood Edward and the blonde haired guy, apparently watching the game. I was being followed now? I couldn't believe this! I felt like ripping their heads off! Who were they? Following me around here, as if I would do something wrong. As if I was hunting at the moment. I growled loud enough for them to hear, but too quiet for everyone else. I wouldn't risk exposure; then again, it would be fun to see how they reacted to that.

A responding growl made me look to my left, where two more of them stood. The blonde girl and the black haired guy stood there. He was suddenly kissing her, probably to shut her up. I felt sick looking at them. I looked around and my suspicions were correct. The Pixie was stood across the field and looking directly at me. I was virtually surrounded. When I moved, they moved to compensate. I walked quickly parallel to the soccer field, whilst they followed me.

My frustration grew and grew. Why couldn't they let me be? I headed in the direction of the car park, aiming to go to my car and blare out some music. They would probably station themselves around my car but I couldn't do anything about that. As I headed towards there, I felt an unusual feeling on calm surround me, but I didn't want to be calm. I wanted to be annoyed, I wanted to rip there heads off and tear them to shreds, but somehow I couldn't be annoyed, or frustrated.

I reached my car, and climbed in. I closed the door, and put some Avenged Sevenfold on. Heavy metal was a great way to calm down. But was there any point now? I felt calm. I turned up the volume up nonetheless, and put it on. The guitars blared around the car. It was soothing in its own way. I looked out of my windows, and saw all the others positioned around on benches and leaning against the wall, looking as natural as possible.

I had half an hour to waste before the next lesson, what better way to spend it than stuck inside your car, surrounded by 5 vampires who keep following you around. So much for being normal and happy. I sobbed once before regaining control of myself. I saw the Pixie, who was stood with the blonde guy; look up to him with a concerned look on her face. I looked away.

The song changed, and Scream came on, how ironic. The lyrics really reminded me of myself, it made me laugh humourlessly.

I'll taste your blood tonight

You know I make you wanna scream

You know I make you wanna run from me baby…

Definitely like me, I was a monster. Truly a monster. I sobbed again. I wanted to be alone, for a change. I wanted to be away from all this, like I was before. What was I thinking? I was risking the lives of everyone around me; everyone who came into contact with me was in danger. How could I be so selfish? I pulled my legs up to my chest, and put my head on my knees. I held myself together to prevent myself from breaking down. I hadn't hurt anyone yet, I had resisted my thirst. I could do this. I hoped.

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