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This is the story of a very special girl. That sounds conceited. And maybe it is, but this is the only way that I know how to tell my story. To understand what I'm going through, you must first understand how I got to where I am. And that starts with me being special.
I had always been told that I was "special" and I guess that most kids would kill to be the very center of their parents' lives, especially if they were as rich and beautiful as we were. But being special isn't always what it's cracked up to be.
When I was seven physically, Dad started to notice the changes. It was little comments like: "Oh, Mary, you're too special to play with the other kids, do you want to go hunting with Momma instead?" and "It isn't safe for you, Mary. You're too special to be around your friends anymore. Maybe in a few years..." The worst one, though, was a few months later: "Mary, our special little girl, why are you crying? We're only moving away to keep you safe."
Yeah, being special sucks.
This is my story and I guess I should start with the facts. That's how these things work, right? I just ramble on and you listen patiently even though you don't really care...but this is my story, and I think it's one that needs telling. Hopefully, by the end of this, you'll agree that it was one worth telling too.
Fact Number One: My name is Mary Elizabeth Black. I was named Mary after my grandmother Bella's middle name, Marie, and Elizabeth from my grandfather Edward's mother, Elizabeth Mason. My parents felt that since I was their only chance, they would pay back my grandparents with the honor of carrying on their names. My family has done that a lot, actually. My mother has borrowed names too.
Fact Number Two: I am thirteen years old. Thirteen human years and thirteen years old physically. I tell you the distinction because, if you lived in my world, you would know that those are two very different things.
Fact Number Three: I have the best mother in the entire world. She's special too, maybe even more so than I am. My mother was six and a half when she became pregnant with me. That last sentence might look strange, but in my world, it's not. My mother is half-vampire, born from a dying human girl and a never-dying vampire, aka my grandparents: Bella and Edward. It's not weird that she was six and a half because it was measured in human years. She was, and still is, physically nineteen. Her maiden name was Renesmee Carlie Cullen, but for the last fourteen years, she has been just Nessie Black. And she fought to keep me alive while I was in the womb much like her mother did for her.
Fact Number Four: Jacob Ephraim Black is my father. He is a werewolf and a very powerful one at that. He's the Alpha of a dwindling group of wolves that guard the Quiellite tribe in La Push, Washington, just outside of the town called Forks. That's where my parents met and my mother's parents before that. Forks is kind of a big deal for our family...not that I've ever been.
Fact Number Five: I was never supposed to be born. That fact hurts, but it's probably the most defining moment in everyone's lives around me. It's not that I wasn't wanted. Oh, no, my parents were overjoyed to find out that they were pregnant with me. It was just that I was never supposed to be alive in the first place. That's where the "special" part kicks in again.
Fact Number Six: My father loves my mother more than he'll ever be able to love me. That's not me being a whiny preteen or me making an exaggeration. She's his imprint. And in a world full of mythical creatures like mine is, that's a huge deal. Basically, anything my mother wants, she gets. And that included me. My father, though he loved the idea of getting to be a father, loved my mother more. He wanted to terminate me when Grandpa Carlisle started to notice that I was going to be "special" and that the pregnancy might kill Nessie. Her safety was all that mattered to him...but I was all that she wanted in the world.
Fact Number Seven: I almost killed my mother. She carried me for seven months, a whole month longer than she should have, but two less than I really needed. The problem was, I wasn't vampire enough to fight my way out like she had to do to her human mother...and my mother was too vampire (by the time she became fully grown and hit her peak at seven human years old) to carry me any longer. The changes a pregnant woman needed to go through to take a baby to full term just couldn't be done in my mother's forever non-changing body. My doctor relatives had to sergically fight for both of our lives and to say it was touch and go would be an understatement.
Fact Number Eight: I'm special. I should probably explain what that means, now that you know everything else about me. When I was born, two months premature and fighting for my life, Aunt Alice noticed something strange about me.
"It's almost as if she's not even there..." She whispered in a scared voice. Alice can read the future, so when she can't see your future, you know that you can't possibly be all human. My father (a werewolf) is invisible to her visions and my mother (a half-vampire) is partially visible, depending on who she's hanging out with. That meant that I had to have one of their genes.
The only problem, was finding out just what I was. There was no one in the entire world that had my geneology, considering how much wolves and vampires hated each other. It wasn't until I was seven, the age that my mother was fully mature, that my father noticed just how special I was.
So far, I've mangaged to continue aging at a regular basis, and maybe I'll always be normal except for the very random phasings, but since all I've ever wanted was to be normal, I don't see that as a bad thing. I don't have my perfect soul mate that will live forever like the rest of my family does, so what does it matter if I'm still aging? Momma worries about me growing older than her and dying and leaving her, but I know that she'll be fine as long as she has Daddy.
That leads me to Fact Number Nine: I'm a phasing vampire. That sounds weird. Maybe I'm saying it wrong. I don't know. I've never really come up with a term for it, since I've only been doing it since I reached my "peak" six years ago. All I know is, when I get really angry and lose my temper, I phase (like a wolf would) but instead of fur and a snout, I develop vampire senses and bloodlust. I can literally change back to a normal human girl whenever I calm down, but while I'm phased, I'm dangerous with a capital D. More dangerous than a full vampire. I basically become a Newborn every single time that I transform. Which sucks. A lot.
We were living in Portland the first time that I phased. After my mother was four, the Cullen family moved to a small town just outside of Seattle so that they would still be close to La Push for my father, who at the time was just Nessie's best friend. When they found out that Nessie was pregnant with me, the Cullen family relocated to Portland where I grew up for the first seven years of my life. I got to go to normal school with normal kids because, at the time, I was just a normal kid myself.
After I phased, though, Jacob pulled me out of public school and instructed the Cullens to become my teachers like they had to be for Nessie because of her rapid growth spurts. We moved to another unimportant town near West Tiger Mountain when that happened and I lost the only friends I had ever known. For the past six years, I have been homeschooled in the woods. But now, I am finally trusted enough with my gift (according to my parents; it's a curse to me) to attend regular school.
Fact Number Ten: My family, my immediate family, that is, is moving back to La Push because Sam finally managed to stop phasing. Sam is the other Alpha wolf that took over the Pack when Jacob had to follow wherever my mother went. Dad has been neglecting his Pack responsibilities for too long and it gives me the perfect excuse to go back to school. I'll be attending the tribal school with other children of the Pack.
My aunts and uncles and grandparents aren't allowed on La Push soil, even though the treaty is no longer really an issue, so that means that I'll only get to see them on weekends when we visit them individually. They all split off into couples when they got news that Nessie, Jacob, and I were going to be leaving the family for a while. I guess when you change someone's lives completely, the way that Nessie did when she was born, that it can never just go back to the way it was when you leave.
I'd like to think that my birth had as big of an effect on them, but I can't really be sure. It's a lot to take in, especially for someone who doesn't know me personally. But I think that I've given you enough to deal with for now. I'll let it sink in, the way that any good story should. For now, I've given you enough of my life for you to know what it is to be me.