AN- Hellllo people of fanfiction(dot)net. This is my first fanfiction that I've posted ever. That doesn't mean I haven't wrote any though and I've showed a couple or more to my friend and they say it's great so I'm sharing it with you now. Here some tips to the story that might get you confused:

1) Bella, Renee,and Charlie never lived in Forks so there's no connection with anyone their once so ever.
2) Bella is seventeen and I'm sorry there will not be any Renesmee.
3) There will be ExB eventually.....mabye....huh....to tell you the truth I'm not really sure. Just Kidding.
4) Bella will have a cool abillity. I'm just trying to figure it out.
5) There will be a Jacob, a Tanya(hate her), and a lovesick dog name Mike Newton
6) Rated T for now. Who knows what's going to happen? I don't yet.

Those are to help you. If you have any AND I MEAN ANY QUESTIONS PM ME and I will get to you as soon as I can. Read away people.

~Live with it, read it, like it. Yuki sighing off.

DISCLAIMER- Yeah,yeah, yeah, I know. I don't own Twilight. Stephine Meyer does, BUT I came up with the idea for this fanfic AND I own both a Twilight poster and bookbag soooooo beat that.


A Twilight Fanfic

I trashed and wither at the liquid fire that was running through my veins. What sick, twisted thing was happening to me? Was I dead? Had I done something so bad that I was burning in hell? That is the only place I can think anybody can feel this kind of pain.

I screamed and pleaded for someone to kill me. But no one came. No one answered. And I continued to suffer.

I don't know how much time had passed-Days or weeks, seconds or minutes. Hours? Years? I don't know how much had passed but time finally started to mean something to me again.

My mind started to get clearer and my mind started to become stronger. I found out I could thing around the pain. Barely, but I could to a point.

My senses started to become clear and stronger, too. I could hear the change of air around me, the soft rustle of leaves on the trees…the sound of the leaves brushing against each other. I guessed I was in a small clearing in a forest. It was weird and unsettling, yet it felt almost normal. Almost.

I listened to new sounds when they come. The sounds of approaching footsteps were the most resent. There were two sets. One was faster than the other but the other was lighter…more rhythmic. Strange how I could tell differences between footsteps.

There was even breathing. More footsteps. Low whispering.

"She's almost finished," murmured a soprano voice. So soft and beautiful yet strong-like an angel. "I called Carlisle. He'll be here in exactly five minutes and seventeen seconds."

No one answered though I am sure this angel was talking to someone else. I could sense them.

"No, I'll be perfectly content without saying anything" murmured another voice too beautiful to hear. It was almost painful to listen to, but the burning overshadowed it.

"I do," answered the voice again. Was I missing something? "She doesn't deserve to be damned to eternity."

"She can hear us now," said the first voice. After that no one murmured a sound. I concentrated on their breathing. They were deeper and longer then the short, sallow excuses that were coming through my clenched teeth. They also meant the most time passing.

One hundred and nine breaths later there were three new sets of footsteps. They were pretty much the same expect one set was heavier than the other. Not by much though.

They stopped near the others.

"Her name is Isabella Swan. She has been missing from Phoenix for almost four days," explained the soprano voice. "Her parents were killed by a 'serial killer'" I could hear the inside joke in her tone.

"A vampire killed her parents, yet bit her," mused a voice with faint a southern drawl. It was just as smooth as the other but somehow calming. He sounded like he's trying to solve a complex math problem. "I doesn't quite make sense. Why would a vampire bit their pray. The blood usually sends them into a frenzy."

"That is a good question," said a voice with a very faint English accent barely noticeable. Everyone was quiet after that. I concentrated on the breathing closest to me. It was distracting me from the burning pain.

Three thousand four hundred and forty-three breaths later the burning changed. The good thing was the pain was slowly but surely leaving my limbs. The bad thing is the pain was retreating into my heart and getting hotter.

How is that even possible?

My heart took off at a speed I didn't even know existed. So fast, so hot, too much pain. My back arched off the ground and I let out a scream.

The most blood-curdling, hair-raising, ear-shredding scream I've ever heard. I clamped my mouth close and let out a whimper in pain. My back slumped back down to the ground. It hurt too much.

The pain was almost gone from my limbs. Only two places still burned. My heart and my throat. The burning in my throat wasn't the same as my heart. It was more of a dry, aching thirst-like I had not drunk anything in a desert for days.

My heart gave one shallow 'thump', the burning at its peak. One shallower 'thump', the burning fading away. One more, so faint I barely heard. Then nothing. No burning and on more heartbeat. No one breathed, not even me.

I hesitated for a moment. I figured the burning in the back of my throat was manageable. I don't think I kill anything to get anything to drink. I slowly opened my eyes and took a sharp breath.

A frown formed at my mouth. The action felt wrong. Air swirled down my windpipe and entered my lungs but there was no relief. I blinked in confusion. Everything was so clear and new. I could tell I was looking at a blanket of clouds, but there were colors mixed in that I've never seen. Of course there was gray but, blue, green, and purple were also the dominant colors but there was a little yellow, red, and orange present. So shocking and breathtaking.

I took a deep breath; so many scents invaded my nose. The sharp pang of sap and the earth smells of the forest were comforting…but…there was another scent…a scent that came with the sound breathing.

Chocolate, ocean breeze, sunshine, roses, sunshine, rising bread, apple pie, leather, strawberries, moonlight…so many wonderful smells.

To the sound of crunching leaves I tensed up, a unfamiliar sound that was like swarm of bee buzzing sweep through my throat. Before I could process the through I thought I was standing up, bending at my knee. I froze in shock, my mind bring me up short. My legs straighten out and I looked at my surroundings.

I was right when I guessed I was in clearing. It was actually a small meadow covered in wildflowers and tall flowing grass. It was like a fairytale in the middle of what seems like no were.

I was facing the others side from where the sound of rustlings fabric. I whipped around, my nose flaring, my lips pulled over my teeth. A snarl ripped violently through my body only to bring me up short once again.

Standing in front of me was the most amazingly beautiful group of people I have ever (or probably will ever) lied eyes on. Standing in front-closest to me-was a young looking man. He was pale (In fact the whole family was pale) and had light blond hair that was brushed back. He was staring at me with a curious expression.

"Ah, hello Isabella," he greeted me warmly. His voice was the one with the slight English accent. "My name is Carlisle and this," he swept his hand over the group behind him, "is part of my family." My brow frowned in confusion and I nodded once. It was short and jerky. It was also very disorienting.

"Ah…, hi," I whispered quietly, listening quietly to my voice in wonder. It was like dozens of the best sounding bells were woven together to make one wonderful sound. I was overcome with a weird sense of calm. This was more than confusing. "I prefer Bella," I whispered even quieter than the first time spoke.

"Of course," said Carlisle. His tone seemed naturally warm and inviting. He pointed to a giant teenage boy; well at least I think he was a teenager. He was huge. He was huge; each part of him was wrapped in pure muscle. I thought he was scary looking at first but his curly, brown hair and dimples made him look like a giant teddy bear. "This is Emmett," said Carlisle. Emmett gave me a huge, goofy grin.

Carlisle pointed to the person next to Emmett. He was a tall boy with wavy blond hair. His pale skin was decorated in crescent-shaped scars. His appearance struck a note of fear in me. He was dangerous looking. I returned the sheepish smile he gave me. "Jasper," said Carlisle.

Standing next to Jasper was a short girl who had to be only had to close to 4'11. Her dark brown hair in spiky style framed her pixie face. All her features were pixie like. I kind of expect her to come dancing out the overgrowth. "This is Alice," introduced Carlisle. That name fitted her. Alice gave me a huge smile and an eager wave. I returned it shyly.

My eyes went automatically to the last person in the group. He was average height with some muscle. Nothing likes Emmett but not as tall as Jasper. Both his body and face were perfectly sculpted. His jaw strong in his what seems as a frustrated expression. His face was covered with reddish brown- bronze hair. It was so unruly and in such disarray but it fit him. It just made me want to run my hand through…wow that's a strange urge. "And this is Edward," finished Carlisle. I nodded again. It wasn't as jerky as the first. I was getting better at controlling my movements.

The whole family was inhumanly beautiful. All their eyes were an odd warm, butterscotch gold. That's different too.

"Bella, can I ask you a question?" asked Carlisle. I nodded. "What's your eye color?"

I cocked my head to the side. What a weird question. "Brown, why?"

"Because your eyes are blue," he replied. Blue? He can't be right, Right? Because my eyes are a dull, lifeless brown, not blue. I swallowed uncomfortable. The burning in my throat was getting unbearable and it was getting to me.

"Um, can I have some water?" I know it was stupid question to ask when we were in the middle of forest but I was so thirst it was painful. Carlisle chuckled lightly. I swallowed again, the saliva was bitter tasting.

"Water won't quench you thirst," he said. I looked at him questionably. He was dead serious. He wasn't kidding. And I starting to panic.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice squeaked up a few octaves. Jasper and Edward tensed up.

"I mean that you are not human anymore," explained Carlisle. I looked at him with a dumb folded expression. I honestly didn't understand what he was saying.

"What do you mean?" I asked again.

"As in saying you're not human but a vampire," he replied. I looked at him for a second, and then I started laughing. My laugh was so beautiful.

"Wow. This is one weird dream," I said between splutters. "I should give my imagination more credit. I never thought I could come up with this at all."My laughs die down until there was nothing left. Everyone was wearing slightly amused expression but everything had an undertone of serious. My face fell.

"You're not kidding," I said blankly. They weren't kidding. They were serious. I wasn't dreaming at all. This was reality and everything. I started panicking. I tried taking a deep breath to calm myself down and clear my mind. It didn't work. And I think I'm having a panic attack.


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~Live with it, read it, like it. This is Yuki sighing off. Bye*waves like Alice*