Hello, my dear fanfiction-ists! How are ya? First off, #prayfororlando and second, #ripchristinagrimmie. Such tragedies must be addressed. Now onto the fanfiction part, THIS STORY IS UP FOR REVISION AND CONTINUATION. PLEASE MESSAGE ME IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO CONTINUE THIS STORY. Frankly, I lost interest in this and I really hope that someone can make it better. This story is basically a little like the movie, The Age of Adaline, but Bella is immortal and with powers. Hopefully, the story-line would go like...she fell in love with, NOT EDWARD, but Emmett... meets him again after another change in identity...both change into vampires...IDK... WELL ANYWAY... PLEASE MESSAGE ME IF YOU WANT TO CONTINUE! THANKS!. Yours truly, Mlle. Mystere.
The sun is shining brightly in New York City, a rarity during March and April. Many people were outside, enjoying the day in Central Park, throwing frisbees and walking their dogs, unaware to the loud buzz of city life. Everyone was enjoying their day with friends and family. However, on the top floor of a giant skyscraper, it was clear that not everyone's that lucky to have family.
A beautiful woman stared out of her giant skyscraper floor-to-ceiling windows, admiring the beautiful view of her city and how much it had changed. Her hand groped for a pencil and her sketchbook to draw this rare clear view.
Beeezzz...Beezzz.
"Miss... Your 12 o'clock delivery is here..."
The young female sighed. "...Send her up." Her desire of sketching suddenly went away with her slam of reality.
The door opened and a delivery man stood with a big box.
"Good afternoon, Miss. Here are the videos and files you requested."
The girl smiled. "Thank you, Grant."
The man bowed and closed the door behind him as he left, leaving the young lady alone.
She hesitantly picked up the box and opened the lid. It was something she really wanted to see again, but was afraid of the truth it came with.
Inside the box was a couple of files and old forgotten video tapes dating back to 1901. The female picked up one of the video tapes and set it up onto an old projector. The film slowly played onto the screen as the female laid back into her chair.
Atarian Estates: A History
The Atarain Estates of New York City was one of the world's biggest financial estates of all time. The company was built by the mastermind, Charlie E. Swan, who was the biggest and richest man in New York City at this time. His work and philanthropy made him a billionaire and him a big target for competitors. His estates ranked in each month at 10 million with countless other projects bringing in money as well. Charles (Charlie) E. Swan was the definition of the American dream as he was born in Germany to Marco H. Zwan (Swan) and Amelia Amethyst Swan, an Irish woman. His parents immigrated to America where they were very poor. Swan worked through the tough times and founded his first company in Forks, Washington in 1875 at the age of 18. He then went on to found one of the nation's biggest trade markets, naming it Atarain, after the boat that had brought his parents to America. In 1904, Charles Swan ended his greatest accomplishment which was the founding of Swan Square, or Times Square. A few years later, Charles Swan met a beautiful woman who charmed him in every way, Miss Renee Higginbotham. They had a beautiful daughter, who they named Isabella. With his adoring wife and daughter with him, Charles Swan was unstoppable. However, tragedy struck in 1920 when a jealous competitor, Stanley Masen, assassinated the proud businessman and his wife. Their daughter, Isabella, was left with a huge empire, threatening to fall apart at the age of 4. The once prosperous Atarain Estates, which consisted of 23 hotels and 35 trade centers, was now the story of a tragic business deal. Within years, the company broke off and was sold into pieces on Wall Street. However, a few years later, Miss Isabella Swan was able to regain control again and became an astounding businesswoman. However, tragedy struck again when it was reported the Isabella Swan was killed when she was driving to her aunt's home in Tennessee when her car overturned into an icy river, killing her instantly at the age of 20. Her body was never found and—
The young female wiped her eyes that had misted a bit over the tape she had abruptly stopped. She yanked the tape off the projector and shoved it back into the box again, unable to watch anymore.
She buzzed the intercom. "Helen, cancel all my appointments today. I'll be gone for the rest of the day."
"Yes, madam," replied the receptionist.
The women picked up her purse and keys as she quickly exited her office, avoiding eye contact with anyone who would see her misty red eyes.
Everyone turned as she descended into the main lobby. After all, she was the boss...
The doorman opened the door with her security following her. She was a powerful women, after all. But, no one really knew who she was, other than the fact that she was their powerful boss.
"And no one ever will..." She thought...
After all... She was supposed to be dead for 80 years...
Darkness had fallen onto the ever gleaming light of New York. In the distance, a beautiful black Porsche 911 was driving at an incredibly fast rate. In the driver's seat was a beautiful timeless women with flowing brown locks and dark brown eyes with a tint of violet. Her long bronzed legs looked endless as she stepped on the pedal of the car as her supermodel body casually laid back against the seat. The beauty was Isabella Marie Swan. Wasn't she supposed to be dead?
"Nope." The female thought, smiling.
It was true, however, that her car had flipped over into an icy bank. The misleading part was that she wasn't dead. The car was struck by lightning and saved her. Somehow, it turned her immortal with powers. She could act human, eat human food, even conceive like humans. Only downside was that she couldn't really stay in one place for long. People would notice...
