Another story.

This will be longer.

Smut more subtle.

Idea...I hope is unique.

Love less dramatic.

Period. Please enjoy.


...Hmm...Hello I'm Bella Swan. I'm the priest's daughter.

Yes my father is a priest.Charlie Swan. He's a christian. One of those Christians that shoved the bible down your throat, no matter how much it has nothing to do with the situation. Not all Christians are like this. Maybe that night effected him beyond belief. He was never like that before.

Example: I say to my church friend Angela "Did you hear about the test next week?", suddenly my father appears "I pray to the lord you two young ladies pass!"

Then disappears...It's math test, I don't think God or Jesus is gonna tell me how to figure out F=ax(7) or whatever. What the actual hell dad?

I sigh heavily in my pillow in my quaint little room. Irritated. Everything was pure, the walls baby blue,"Pure", no clothes out of place...I'd be scolded if I defiled the sacred carpet floor with my dirty clothes,"Pure",and teddy bears...teddy bears everywhere! I screamed silently into my pillow.

"It's all to fucking pure!" I growled angry. My father meant well, but he was suffocating me! He refused to see it how I see it. I didn't want him to pin what he thought I should worship in life on me! Hell no, I'm worshipping the almighty blunt when I leave this house, but I couldn't now. I'm only twelve. "Six more years...Fuck me...," I thought defeated.

I had develop a distance between me and my father. His determination to make me see God as what will help me in life all day...everyday is going to be wasted when I leave despite his displeasure at my wanting to head to Alaska for college and came back tatted up. Just...just out of rebellion.

I smile softly. The anger ebbed away quickly as I thought about my new tramp stamp. Purple butterfly. Perfect with my pale skin tone.

I slowly start to fall asleep, hoping for a beautiful dream. I just ended up revisiting an old memory...


I woke up to startling loud moan. I don't understand at my age of five. Was daddy and mommy fighting in the bed? I got up curious. Immediately me body felt heavy with excitement and anxiety. I toss the thick creamy sheets off of me, straighten my pretty white night gown that makes me look like a pretty ghost, and wrap my blanket around me. I sneak out of the room. While the door hinges tried to give me away and the wooden floor outside of my door decided to play the song of its' people as my tiny toes press against it. I sneak to mommy and daddy's room. I creak open the door shamelessly. Daddy is sleeping, but no mommy. I hear the moan loud again. I quickly tip toe quickly to the living room door and poke my head out of the doorway just enough to see mommy sitting on another man's lap.

He had his thingy inside of mommy! I repressed the on coming giggles and looked again, but I watched in horror as the pale man bit mommy. Red was dribbling down his chin. Down mommy's body. She looked me dead in the eyes as if she knew I was there. We looked at each other while the pale man move mom up and down on his lap. I was scared and now sick.I didn't know any better, but that man was mean and was suppose to be daddy. I open my mouth to say something, but my mommy limply raises her hand to her mouth to say"Ssshh..."silently and looks like she tries to screams when the pale man pulled at her throat. I see the pale man bright yellow eyes flicker toward me. He smiles at me. Red all over his mouth in his teeth. Mommy's brown hair fall back with her head just before she dies. She sent me the 'I love you' in sign language with all her might.

I scream.


I wake up panting, sweating,it's 2:00 A.M. and it's still dark out. I can't believe that one moment in my life was real. After my far share of actual movies I knew what the man was. Why my house that night? Maybe because we praised the god and "jebus" and and stuff. I toss off the blanket with a huff and head for my window. I'm wearing some simple white pajama pant and a tank top tonight. I throw the window open and look out to smelled the air stepping on my window sill and slipping out, bare foot into the alley.

I breath content, but soon rub my eyes hard to stop from crying when I thought of that night. Maybe the man- vampire came because I was turning into a spoiled brat because I had a mom and I was happy. Maybe he did it to open my eyes to how some shit is real... I hate that man.I hate him. He took away most of my faith in humanity. I stood outside able to breath now-"Is she asking for it or what!" A gravelly voice boomed at the end of the alley. My had jerked toward the voice to find three men walking toward me. Their eyes...they were yellow. Oh...oh no. I quaked in fear, my heart bounded, and my leg were heavy like lead.

"Oh she young, but she's a beauty," The one with rich dark skin uttered in my ear.

They were near me too fast. My heart nearly stopped when the man with the long, wild, and red hair put his hand directly on my breast. I was disgusted. I balled my fist up and closed my eyes, not making any sudden movements while they touch in all the wrong spots. I was scared, but they weren't getting a reaction from me. I refused to let them have that pleasure.

"She's not aroused, James. This'll be a fun one to take!" The red haired one said breathing into my back as I stood like a statue shutting myself down. Apperently the blonde was James because he quickly agreed and asked the rich skin one what he thought about me. His name was Laruent.

"She's twelve you fuck face idiot! Can't you tell by her heart beats? But I think I'm taking the first bite...,"He whispered with his gravelly voice in my the red. His breath smelled metallic and salty. It smelled like blood. I wanted to throw up, I wanted to faint, I wanted to-"AAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

It took a while for me to figure out I was screaming. Never had I felt such agony. All of the sensitive nerves in my neck were set on fire it spread to the nerves in my cheek and under my eye lids, forcing out tears. I could feel his teeth in my cut off my my alone way to breath. I gagged on the blood and found its way itno my nose. It slid down my upper lip like a river. His soft yet oddly hard tongue slid across my skin taking away some moisture spilling out of my neck. I could feel the blood leave my body while my toes went numb. He tore at my throat ferociously, making me beg for mercy and claw at his ribs to escape this agonizingly slow, salty, metallic, death my mother suffered.

My the sight of the starless sky turned into a tunnel and splotches of bright white and a deep black speckled my vision ridiculously fast. My then, to my horrendously painful relief, he was ripped away while I was left to crumple to the ground weakly. I watched as the James screamed to the red head "Victor!"who got his head snapped by the new blonde man.
I smiled softly and fainted. I woke up with a blurred vision. I could see a vague rise of...What? Flames?, but as quick as it appeared it disappeared and I saw my pure blue walls and was laid on the bed. I flinched when his tongue licked my wrist, "Another bite?", my throat "Dammit", and my throat "Of course...". The blood was gone and I was felt some what better.

He looked at me lustfully I jerked away from him immediately and he kissed my forehead holding in place forcefully. "I'll see you soon, feisty one..."

His voice was silky and smooth. Just then he disappeared my window now closed and my body numb. I was sprawled across the bed not moving. Thinking and not feeling much emotional turmoil. I was just confused, but my lightheaded force me into a thick sleep. No dream. Which I've never been able to experience. Not after that night.


This is my first real fanfiction.

I don't mind critical comments. Just no flames. Tell me what you think. Oh! and I turned Victoria in to man in this one.

I'm going all out with these characters and I hope you enjoy. :).