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Forks High School.

More like a place of suffering for those who aren't lucky enough to be able to sleep during the repetitive classes. I think of it as my own purgatory, jail, tormenting palace if you may. Not that such a diminutive school could possibly be resembled to a palace. But suitable for the shockingly small amount of three-hundred and seven children that are residences at this hell of horror. I watched as the small cafeteria got louder and louder with the animated chat from the students slowly pouring into the class in groups or pairs, not only were their voices filling the room as they all spoke simultaneously - but their voices filled my mind too. Their thoughts huddling inside my brain, making it harder for me to think myself. Damn this awful power - making me suffer with the insignificant thoughts that clouded mine.

Charlie, as much as he tried to help me, failed in teaching me to tune out the new voices and I secretly blame him for it. I sometimes blame him for why I don't live a life someone would call normal, I blame him for this gift (or curse? It is still put on debate whether my turning into a mythical creature is a blessing) he had given me. But I also thank him for it, if it weren't for him I'd be a dead corpse left in a gutter somewhere. I sigh, the guilt overpowering me as I thought of how lucky I am to have had him walk by suddenly as I slowly died. It must have been hard for him, having to keep me alive by biting my carotid archery. Instead of blaming him, I should thank him for many reasons, for keeping me alive, and keeping what was left of my soul - teaching me to be something so vile, without having to carry out its reputation.

Mind reading scared me at first, I hadn't a clue what the babble of voices in my head were, I'd sometimes answer them by mistake and be given strange looks. But that isn't the only power I have. Absorbing power is the main source for my… abilities. I can manipulate water, as well as being able to track people only needing their scent. Along with the original - speed, strength, advanced senses, also. Not every vampire has the extra gift, like I and the other vampires I involuntarily absorbed. I remember them being very mad that I drained them off their powers, I remember so clearly.

Only my memories with me being a vampire can I evoke like it was just yesterday, but my memories of being human are very blurry that I don't even know who I was back then, or what my name was. Charlie decided my name should be Isabella - I was too busy going through the pain of transforming into a vampire to object - I didn't make my distaste for that name private, but I didn't argue because I couldn't think of a name for myself anyhow. Its my 86th anniversary of being a vampire, and my optimistic father, or creator, decided it should be my "vamp-birthday" I educe him calling it. I rolled my eyes at the memory of him clapping and grinning.

I don't even know how old I am biologically, he guessed seventeen so would that make me a hundred-and-three? It's a shame I know nothing of my previous life, not even my name, so I am now called Bella Swan, the daughter of General Charlie Swan.

We don't look anything alike, probably because Charlie looks only about 10 years older than me and because he has short dark brown, curly hair and distinct features compared to mine, the only resemblance is our gold eyes. Mine is currently a darker colour, General Swan had to spend a week away from home with the Marine Corps and I have been left by myself for three days now. Without him, I get too lazy to hunt for fresh animals to keep me stimulated and away from the thirst and scorching pain of a dry throat. The dry throat sensation was taunting me now, especially with deliciously scented human blood surrounding me. But I have become used to the pain and the mouth-watering smell that is adjacent. It doesn't bother me that I can see their blood flowing, temptingly through their veins as it would have a few years ago -

Isabella Swan

My head snapped at the direction of my name being called - I cursed silently as I realised it was being thought not spoken - but kept my gaze locked with a pair of curious green eyes I thought it came from. I got bored too quickly and looked away, it isn't that surprising that someone was just thinking of me. I am a simple social outcast, something I had brought upon myself with my lack of social skills.

Not that I want to befriend anyone, its much easier for me just to keep away from humans as far as possible. Subconsciously, they keep away from me too - regardless their intuitiveness - they try to stay away without knowing it, I don't know how that works, but it is a natural defence mechanism - unaware, yet aware that, in a sense, I am their predator. Never mind that I do not drink from humans, that is something I had trained for a long time to be good at.

Unlike Charlie, I have never tasted human blood before nor would I dare to try because it would be on my conscious till the day I die, which would probably be quite a while. I caught a glimpse of my profile when I accidentally went into someone's mind, someone who was watching me. I look tedious, and absurdly lethargic, in someone else's eyes, with the purple bruise-like circles under my eyes, this person is wandering why I look so tired. I couldn't care enough to learn whose mind I crept into so I shut their thoughts out of my brain. I wish I could sleep. More than anything, I wish, for once, I could be completely unconscious without a care in the world. If people asked me why I have purple shadows under my eyes, I'll simply answer that I am a insomniac - I wish that could be the truthful answer.

Isabella Swan

I knew that it was thought, not spoken, because this was a familiar voice. Mike Newton. I sighed, Mike has been infatuated with my since the day I started this sorry-excuse for a school, but has never spoken a word of English to me. I thought, with our lack of communication, he would stop gawking at me and having daydreams about me, in ways that amused me and made me feel uncomfortable. He should be forbidding the day my razor sharp teeth went anywhere near his throat. I snorted at the thought, a love bite?

I wish I could control this miraculous power to read minds, I would have welcomed it more warmly instead of wishing for it to go away. I absently pushed my brown hair away from my shoulder and leaned on the table, staring at my untouched food. I don't understand how humans can stomach the vile, manufactured grime. Its just looks vulgar, swallowing it would be absolutely repulsive. I winced at the thought of eating the disgusting, meaty cheese burger still wrapped in plastic, sitting peacefully on my blue tray of food.

Isabella Swan.

I exhaled sharply through gritted teeth, what is wrong with that obsessive, young fool? His craze is irritating me, and I have never had someone think my name so many times, it's irksome. I decided giving him a sharp glare, a warning perhaps, would scare him away. I turned my head, his blue eyes widened, a delicious red brushed his cheeks and he quickly looked away. I smirked as I turned back to my empty table. As I sat alone in silence for a few minutes, I wandered if my glare had given him a hint to back off and stop fantasizing about me - if only he knew I fantasize about his blood on my tongue more than his lips against mine. I decided to spy on his thoughts, concentrating hard on that one person.

Bella, so beautiful, I wish I could run my fingers through her delicate chestnut brown hair, and kiss her flawless, pale skin and trace my fingers over her lips…

I exhaled again, what is it with human boys and their hormones? I don't understand. Never mind the being able to read their minds, I don't know how it is possible for someone to be crazy about another without knowing them at all. Of course, he doesn't "love" me for my outstanding personality, but for my looks. The unnatural beauty is set to allure our prey, my appearance, my smell, my voice - all a set up, a trap for them to fall for. I sort of feel sorry for Mike, I am nothing but a blood-sucking leech and he was unlucky enough to delude himself into thinking he loved me, probably the only boy who hadn't given up. I exhaled again and decided that my pretend lunchtime is over, I stood up and took the full tray, swiftly walked over to the nearest bin where I - unfortunately - passed Mike Newton and his unfamiliar companion, the curious green eyes I was staring at earlier. He was a pale boy, pale for human being but couldn't compare to me, with tousled auburn hair, green eyes and a strong jaw line.

I decided, as I discarded the food, that he was quite attractive for a human being. I never really notice a human like that before, and then realized he must have been that new student everyone was making a fuss over while I begged for something to knock me out as the teacher prattled on about nonsense I already knew. I unwillingly glanced over at him to catch him staring, he didn't even flutter away but I can hear his heart beat quicken slightly. I already know what he's thinking without having to read his mind, but I tried to hear anyway.

Silence.

Not even the slightest sound. How could he be looking at me, openly staring, and not be thinking about anything? Maybe he was used to vampires. I shook it of and broke away from his eyes, walking through the exit.

How can he not even think a word, not even the slightest whisper, I thought as I walked through the long halls. He didn't even seem embarrassed by the gaffe of being caught staring. Maybe he doesn't know how to behave etiquette. Or could I have finally controlled my mind reading?

I concentrated on listening to minds for a split second.

oh no, I left the CD at dads, better tell Ben before…

and Edward Cullen was so lush! Too bad he doesn't speak much, I would have totally asked him to the spring dance…

I cant believe Jessica is drooling over the new kid, he wasn't that good looking anyway…

I quickly regretted the mistake of letting the insignificant thoughts flood my mind. Edward Cullen, eh?