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Chapter 1- What I Am.

Lying on my back on the soft wet ground I listened intently to my surroundings. Ever sense my change; if I concentrate and listen very carefully, I've been able to hear any creature within a three mile radius.

I suddenly herd the movements of an animal nearby to my left. Immediately, I was running through the forest as fast as I could and slowly the scent of the animal's blood began to burn in my nostrils and my throat. My prey's fear took over my senses guiding me towards it. There it was, the young elk, only a mile ahead of me, zigzagging through the trees, its adrenaline causing it to move faster. Unfortunately, the animals speed wasn't nearly as fast as mine. My unnatural abilities to run fast as lightning brought me closer to the elk and in a second or two, I would have it.

My teeth closed around the animal's neck as I crushed it in my arms, and I drank its blood in deeply. In a matter of seconds I drained the elk completely and as I did so, I felt myself become stronger already.

After devouring the one elk, I set off on a walk through the dark forest. It was beautiful, different. I didn't know where I was because I didn't pay too much attention to my surroundings anymore. Ever sense I woke up in my bedroom, blood splattered on my sheets and walls some fifteen years ago with no recollection of what had happened, I've been on the move. I had found my parents dead in their beds. I was afraid someone would think it was me who caused the disastrous blood bath. How it happened, I didn't know but things like that don't matter much anymore. Every so often I'd feed on whatever was closest to me, but every time I took the soul of another life, it made me feel more depressed. Much more lonely. I couldn't speak to another person without wanting to kill them. I am a freak in this world, with no one who could be my equal.

As I hopped over a fallen tree, I suddenly caught the scent of something familiar in the air; familiar yet unrecognizable. The scent resembled my own, only different, muskier perhaps. I began following the scent, smelling the air searching for what left it behind. I felt my stomach clench, I didn't want to get my hopes up, but the idea of finding another like me made me excited. The longing inside me wanted to be cured. I want to finally understand what I am.

I heard something then, distant and low. The sound frightened me because it was too low for a person or animal to make. It was a lurking, almost spying sound. I stopped dead in my tracks and didn't move another inch, I was scared. Listen, Bella, I thought to myself, concentrate and find out where it's coming from. I was frightened, I didn't want to close my eyes and give this creature the chance to attack without me seeing it coming.

I decided to go with my gut. Slowly, I closed my eyes, relaxed my body and listened. There it was. The slightest sound of someone's calm breathing, coming from the east. I planted my feet and stared in the right direction, trying to see through the early morning mist and fog. Preparing for a fight, I stepped forward, allowing myself to be herd.

Just a yard away from me, the figure moved from behind a tree. It was a young man. He was probably my age; young, with the same pale skin, and honey colored eyes. His face was serious and guarded as he watched me. He didn't look like any other person I've ever seen. He looked like a demon God, he looked… like me. His stance was lethal, and I knew just by looking at him that this was a battle I wouldn't be able to win. He looked fierce, his eyes fixed on mine. And though he frightened me, he was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. His hair was dark auburn; he was tall, with a slender build. I decided to retreat. There was malice in his eyes. I knew I couldn't survive if I fought him, so I'd rather leave him be.

I must have backed away only a few spaces before he spoke to me.

"Wait…," he said in a low deep velvet voice. "Don't leave." His face relaxed but there was confusion around the edges of his eyes as he started walking towards me, carefully and cautiously.

As he grew closer, I began taking involuntary steps away from him, keeping our space. I didn't want him to get too close; I wanted enough space to guarantee me a chance to escape if he tried to lunge at me.

He caught on to my actions. "I won't hurt you, I promise." He raised two hands in a surrendering fashion. "My name is Edward. What is your name?"

"Be—Isabella." I decided to go with my full name.

"Where…" he was looking at me confused; eyeing my clothes, my feet, my hair. I took the opportunity to overlook him, as well. But he wasn't wearing tattered clothes like mine, his were clean and neat. They were new. No rips, cuts, no dirt or blood. I felt self conscious. I didn't want him to look at me anymore. All I had on was a horribly ripped t-shirt, which was once white but now seemed black, and a pair of jeans I had cut at the knee, making them into the shorts. My clothes had left over stains of blood and were covered in dirt. I had never thought about needing to change my clothes, especially because I was unable to speak to a living person anyway. However, I did change them every once in a while, when my clothes were too ripped they couldn't be worn anymore, and I didn't have any shoes on; I never thought I needed any.

Suddenly, I heard the ruffling of trees in the distance. Instantly I closed my eyes and listened intently to the sounds. Five or more creatures were heading our way. I looked at the boy shocked. He was about to ambush me. I was about to turn and run, but he was at my side in less than an instant and grabbed my wrist.

"Don't leave!" he said. "It's only my family. We won't hurt you." I was ready to spring from him, but there was something about him that stopped me. His eyes were a strange shade of onyx; smoldering, and dazzling me. But it wasn't the color of his eyes that kept me rooted to the spot. It was the concern in his voice; he really didn't want me to run away.

At that moment, six figures ran into the little clearing I was standing in with bronze haired beauty. They all came to a halt and looked at me. Edward dropped my wrist.

"I knew I saw her," said the littlest one with short black hair. She was looking at me with an excited expression that made me feel uneasy. She was too excited.

The oldest, and most likely the leader, stepped out of the line and slowly strode towards me. "I am Carlisle Cullen. This is my family, Esme (the woman with the long light brown hair), Jasper (the young man with the blonde hair that fell into his eyes), Alice (the pixie-like girl with the cropped black hair), Rosalie (the statuesque girl, and possibly the most beautiful, with long blonde hair), Emmett (the tall ultra-muscular one), and I'm sure you've already met Edward," he gestured his hand to the boy at my side. "What is your name?"

I couldn't seem to ignore the fact that they all had neat clean clothes… and shoes.

"My name is… Isabella Marie Swan." My voice shook and my throat felt tight.

"What brings you to our home, Ms. Swan?" He was speaking to me politely, as an equal. His generous expression and his content tone were making me feel a little less nervous.

"I'm sorry to have disrupted your home; I didn't know you lived here. I don't want to be in your way, I'll leave now."

I turned around carefully and started to walk off.

"Please, if you don't mind me asking, do you have a coven or a mate? Someone you travel with?" He had a concerned expression on his face.

"A coven? No… I didn't know others of… well, our kind existed. You are the first… um… different people I've seen." I was confused.

Carlisle was looking at me skeptically now. "Don't you know what you are?" he asked. I looked at the faces of the other behind him; all of their expressions matched his. I looked to my right, to Edward's face. When I caught his eye, he gave me an inviting crooked smile that made me weak in the knees.

"What I am?" I was still looking at Edward, so I quickly turned to face Carlisle.

Carlisle hesitated for a moment, starring at me. "You are a vampire, Ms. Swan."

"A vampire?" I believe I have heard the name, but in story books when I was a child. "What do you mean?"

Carlisle then glanced at the woman with the light brown hair, Esme I think her name was, and then looked back at me. "It seems you know nothing about your history. Come stay with us, my family, and I will tell you everything you need to know about what you are."

His offer was so generous it felt wrong to accept it; however, I was starved of actual contact with another person. I haven't spoken to someone who can respond for too long. I simply nodded, accepting the grateful offer.

"Excellent. We will explain everything to you once we get to our home."

I nodded my reply again. Carlisle turned around then, and set off at a run, his family following behind him. The smallest girl, and Edward trailed behind me as we ran, I supposed they were making sure I didn't get lost.

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