Author's Note:

Hey, everyone! It's been ages since I've written anything. I've canceled my other fanfictions for the moment. I'm really going to focus on this story. But if you really really want me to write, I'm going to need reviews. I'm seriously unmotivated. :P But if you like it and have suggestions, let me know. Also, once you begin reading, if you have any ideas that you think would really fit with the story, feel free to message me. I love plot turns.

Disclaimer:

I do not own any of the ''Twilight'' masterpieces. I only own Tristan and his mate, Elise. I also own their coven, the McLeods. Stephenie Meyer came up with the ''imprinting'' thing, but I've twisted it in this story to fit my own purposes. You'll see. I also own the location, a castle in northern Scotland.

Summary:

Isabella is a British girl and a talented human who has been kidnapped by a coven of vegetarian vampires who hunt out humans to add to their army. The McLeod's ultimate goal is to challenge the Volturi. Isabella refuses to join and is tortured for some time by the McLeod's. The release her, but she doesn't get far before collapsing. Another coven of vampires, the Cullens, who happen to be vacationing in Scotland, rescue her. Edward, the only blind vampire, imprints on her (you'll see!). Things get crazy from there! Will Isabella reciprocate Edward's love or will she be disgusted by him when she finally learns his story? Will the McLeods find her? Will the Volturi step in?

This is told from varying viewpoints, mostly Isabella, but after Edward comes in, you'll hear from him, too! Edward is blind. Bella is Out Of Character.

And so! We begin!

Chapter 1:

PLAYLIST:
Run - Leona Lewis

Alejate - Josh Groban

Slow Me Down - Emmy Rossum

Miserable at best - Mayday Parade

All of Me - Jon Schmidt

Isabella Swan

I got off the train at King's Cross Station, grateful to finally be home after such a long term at school. It had been the hardest 4 months of my life, but it was finally time for Christmas vacation. I hugged my best friend, Angela, wished her a ''Happy Christmas,'' then waved to my dad, Charlie. He was standing by the car, looking out of place. He was probably wishing we were already home, but he smiled broadly and waved. I ran up to him, forgetting my bags.

''Daddy!'' I exclaimed as we embraced. ''I missed you!''

''I missed you, too, Bells.'' His voice was quiet. I knew he must have been very lonely without anyone in the house to keep him company. ''Shall we go?'' He retrieved my bags for me and put them in the trunk. I climbed into the black sedan.

We were talkative on the way home. Charlie wanted to know everything he had missed.

''Did you like your roomate?''

''Yes. She was a bit insane, though. Her name was Alice Cullen and she was on the dance team with me. She was crazy about shopping and her boyfriend, Jasper. I think they were the only two Americans in the whole school. Well, them and their brother.''

The seemed to interested Charlie. ''Americans? What were they doing at your arts school?''

''Well, like I said, Alice had made it into the dance department with me. Jasper was an actor. He was great to watch on the stage. You could really feel the emotions of the characters when he was up there. They were kind of bizarre, though,'' I ended absentmindedly.

''What do you mean?''

''Well, they were always, I don't know. I guess they have two brothers and a sister. They were both adopted into the same family... and they're dating. Like, they live together. And Jasper's sister is dating Alice's brother. They're all together. It was strange.''

''What about the other brother, then?''

I paused, remembering all the times Alice had worried to me about Edward. I explained this to Charlie. ''So she'd worried he doesn't have enough friends?'' he finally asked when I had finished.

''Yeah, I guess. But I don't know. I mean, he's probably the only guy in the music department who plays the piano.''

Charlie thought for a moment. ''Did you get to meet the other ones?''

''Just once. They had come to visit, check out the school, you know? Their parents are so young! They look to be only about thirty or so, and there they were, with all their teenaged kids.'' I laughed a little at the memory.

''Did you meet the blind one?''

I shook my head. ''Not really, I mean, I saw him once in a while, but we never talked or anything. He seemed pretty wrapped up in music. He would stop in to talk to Alice once in a while, but usually to ask if she could read over a report that he'd written or something. He wouldn't hang around though.''

Charlie made a noise that sounded like, ''hmm.''

I sat back, thinking about the first time I had seen Edward. I'd just finished with dance and was all sweaty. I was walking past the auditorium, where I could hear music playing. I'd quietly opened the door to have a peak inside, and there he was, sitting at the piano, playing like he was the only person in the world. He didn't acknowledge me, and that was when I'd seen the white bandage wrapped around his eyes. At first, it had been slightly comical to watch, but then, when I had listened, I had heard the most beautiful music in the world. It was like a love song and it had wound around me, making me want to be closer.

Then it had ended. The three judges sitting in the first row clapped and Edward stood, waiting to be judged. I sat down in the back and listened.

''Well, Mr. Cullen, that certainly was something,'' said the only woman. She was tall, blonde, and probably an opera singer. ''It says here that you wrote the piece yourself? Where did you get the inspiration?''

Mr. Cullen? As in, Alice's brother?

He answered without hesitation. ''It'a a song that represents the love I've always been able to feel between my parents.''

''You play remarkably well. Your technique was perfect. I myself did not notice any difference between what you have written down and what you played. From me you recieve a full score of 35. Well done.''

He inclined his head. ''Thank you,'' he said.

The first male judge stood. He was short, thick, and had a fully head of white hair. I decided that I liked Edward's messy bronze head of hair. It had a lovely shine to it under the auditorium lighting. ''I have no criticism for you. Your technique was perfect. Your timing was flawless. I just have one question. How did you ever get so good? I've never seen anyone with that much balance so young.''

''I've been playing for a long time. It's what I do all the time. It's my life.''

The man nodded. ''Well, 35 for me, too. We hope to see you next year as well. I'm sure you'll impress us again.''

The last man was young, slim, and dark-haired. ''I've never seen anything like you. You are an example to us all.'' He turned to the small audience. ''This is what overcoming a disability looks like. I have never seen such a fine example in my life.'' He turned back to Edward. ''You have risen to the occasion and can possibly play better than any of us here. If I could give you a higher score than 35, young man, I would. As it is, though, you have a perfect score of 105. I especially enjoyed the emotion in this piece. You've got a very bright future ahead of you, Mr. Cullen.''

''Thank you very much,'' Edward said, smiling. An aide came out to lead him off the stage.

The woman stood again. ''One moment, if you please. I, on behalf of the other judges, would like to thank you for your exquisite playing. After sitting here for hours on end, listening to mediocrity, we were most pleased for the change in quality. Your modesty is also appreciated. Until next year, Mr. Cullen.''

Edward walked off the stage.

''Bella?'' My dad's voice jerked my out of my reverie. ''We're home.''

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! Tell me what you think so far! I think she'll get kidnapped in the next chapter! I know it wasn't much, but I'm really bad at setting up the beginning of stories, so it'll pick up soon!