Hello people! This is the first fic I ever wrote and is in need of an upgrade. I'm aware that it sucks, yet I'm leaving it up anyways. The plot has no reason, the story skips through time at an odd pace, and it perfectly fits all the bad connotations of a first draft. So, I plan to give it a rewrite sometime in the next year. I'd like to think that I've improved, so if you want to check out my newer stuff, this girl would be much obliged. (February 6th, 2018)

-Nellie of the Wolf

In Which Bella Becomes a Vampire

Having been clumsy enough to result in a plenteous amount of broken bones and injuries during her short, human lifetime, it was easy for the nerves of Bella's body to inform her of the dire situation she'd found herself in. While she had fallen down many a flight of stairs before, the girl had never flown across the room into a wall of mirrors. Never experienced the absolute intangible feeling of fear that had paralyzed her limbs and increased her heart rate to the timid, little rabbit beats that didn't seem to accomplish anything.

Bella Swan had been willing to die, for her mother, simply because of her empathy. But if she were to think about it, to re-ponder the decision that had led her to this terrible suffering and chains of fate, she might have stayed in the safety of her protectors' presence.

There was pain everywhere, her leg, ribs, and starting to overtake it all, her wrist. A painful heat started spreading up her arm. Trying to fight it with the dogged tenacity known to her character, Bella lost the battle, the urge overtaking her and she began screaming, screaming like death was upon her. Really, it was.

"Bella, Bella!" That was the voice of her angel, Edward, if she was going to die, at least it was to the music of his beautiful voice.

Strong hands were carefully feeling her injuries, the professionalism diverted her attention momentarily from the pain,

"Carlisle?" asked the dying human, in between the ragged cries that had Edward near the point of suicide.

"Yes, Bella?" the doctor's voice was calm as usual, years of protocol helping him keep his habitual level tone.

Whatever she'd been going to say was lost in a wave of pain that didn't stop waving. It took over, an ugly monster, occupying her every thought.

Was this insanity? There was nothing to ponder but death. Nerve endings led to more suffering which led to...

Is someone dying? Who's screaming?

Oh, that's me.

Her old life must have been a dream, of that she was absolutely certain.

"Carlise," the angel said, "Please, can you save her?"

"I'm afraid it's too late Edward," the blond vampire picked Bella up—bridal style—if not for his diamond-hard skin she would've most definitely injured him with the way her muscles were contracting, reaching for any way to stop the attack. Or—in other words—her intense flailing.

Magma was flowing through Bella's veins; her hoarse voice attesting to that fact. Was there ever a time that this wasn't occurring? When the fire didn't lick its way into her skin, everywhere, all the time?

Time passed slowly, or fast, or normally, she couldn't tell. The pain never lessened, continuing to pump through her body like a heartbeat.

Eventually, her awareness began to grow, she heard people moving in and out of the room, there was sometimes voices, musical ones, like bells, that took away her attention for a moment until the fire drew her back. How had she gotten here? Had Carlisle brought her to Forks, or were they somewhere in Phoenix? Unable to stay on one topic for very long, she began humming a song learned at kindergarten, in between the screams. Her sanity breaking bit by bit.

The changing human suddenly realized that the torment was diminishing, at albeit a rather slow pace. Her senses were picking up more and more, noises began to become more intelligible, scents apparent. The dolor slowly crept from her limbs, gradually gathering near her heart. Then, if she had thought it was pain before—she'd been able to stop screaming a couple of hours ago—she used whatever piece of vocal cord she had left in those last few moments of humanhood.

The pain was gone.

It had disappeared.

Vanished.

Finally ceased.

Bella now knew the real definition of relief.

She wiggled her fingers, her toes, scrunched up her nose, knowledge passing through her brain at the speed of light. It was overwhelming how much could happen in one millisecond. The vampire didn't need to ask herself the question of whether she had been changed or not.

Bella opened her eyes and sat up quick, too quick, flipping her legs over the side of the table she had been lying on. She (unnecessarily) blinked rapidly, taking in the spectrum of colours and dust in the air. The girl was in a peach coloured room, with no decorations aside from the table.

Her ears picked up a thousand sounds all at once, but the prominent sounds of nature assured her that Carlisle had taken her back to Forks.

The door crept open, revealing the very man her thoughts had been capturing.

But that couldn't be Carlisle.

Before she'd even made a decision Bella's back had slammed into the wall and her body pulled into a crouching defensive position.

He had been unnaturally attractive before, but now she could see every single feature, it was frightening how much her eyesight affected his looks.

Her instincts were shouting with all their might, "DANGEROUS DANGEROUS ATTACK!"

Carlisle entered slowly, slightly hunched, and hand stretched out in front of him as a signal of peace.

Bella got up slowly, against her instincts.

"I'm sorry Carl—" Her eyes grew wide in astonishment, that was her voice? It was completely different, it was—for lack of a better word—beautiful.

"Bella, I am so sorry, how are you doing?" Golden eyes wide with concern, he slowly stepped over to her.

Bella clutched at her throat for a second before squinting her eyes in determination "I'll be fine for a little while longer, where is everyone?"

The three-hundred-year-old vampire was observing her patiently, hands clasped in front. He winced at the question.

"I thought it best if it was just you and me," Stepped into his space, the eternally-young woman frowned, suspicious and concerned.

"Were they afraid of me?"

"No, no of course not, I am just not sure if you are ready for—"

"Carlisle, what is it that's making you seem like you're about to go to war?" Bella interrupted carefully, wringing her beautiful, ivory-white hands. Slowly putting his hands over hers, the man looked into blood-red eyes.

"Edward, Edward went a bit mad when he realized we were unable to prevent your change." Frowning, the girl cocked her head to the side.

"Why would he go mad? Wouldn't he be happy, we'll finally be together forever."

Carlisle's eyes went wide again, opening and closing his mouth a couple of times before saying, "He thinks, he thinks that because you are a vampire now, you have no soul."

Bella's movements stilled, her face went blank, depressed, back and forth a couple of times before deciding on anger. The newborn grabbed the table—lightning quick—and threw it against the wall with a crash.

Her half-grieved, half-furious face whipped over to Carlisle's impassive one.

"What did he do?" she whispered.

"Edward has never been good with giving up control," he hesitated, "I am of the opinion that he will have trouble seeing you as an equal, in terms of strength."

"You sent him away," she stated, rage again crossing her face.

"Just for a little while, Bella, you are a vampire now, no longer do you need to worry about the constraints of time." He smiled dispassionately.

"You have forever."

Bella grimaced in reply, a line of stress gathering between her brows.

"Can we hunt now?"

"Of course."

Although Bella had always thought she could've comprehended the tumultuous emotions of a vampire, she couldn't have been more wrong. These feelings could never be explained to anyone but of your kind. If she thought of something depressing, a million other sorrowful things, events, anything remotely related to the topic crossed her mind. Emotions rolled over her like waves, memories playing by the slightest of reference. No longer did the health of her body affect her, she wasn't tired, or hungry, only thirsty, but this didn't change the productivity with which her brain worked. Every millisecond belonged to higher-level thinking.

Bella jumped out of the window, flying two stories down to the ground, Carlisle closely following. Amazement jumped to consciousness; the beautiful green of Forks was so much greener. The smells were more vibrant and telling, a million sounds occurring all at once. She couldn't believe that this existed, that this is what the Cullens experienced every day.

The newborn was so excited, she'd experienced so much pain to get to this point; emotionally with James' hunt and her capture, the doubt that flooded her being every time Edward declared his love, and physically through the change of species itself. The light at the end of the tunnel was fast approaching.

Two pairs of impossibly strong feet pounded over the rich forest soil. Bella bounded like a gazelle, observant eyes wide and mouth curved to the side in a grin. Carlisle followed, unable to fully match her speed, observant for an entirely different reason.

Having seen a sufficient amount of newborns, the three-hundred-year-old man knew that the immortal woman's mood could change at any second; Bella's incredible strength could easily support a very large-scale tantrum, or rather, bloodbath.

The vampiress suddenly stopped, nose crinkling, and just as suddenly she sprinted away. The doctor followed closely.

Blood continued to pour out of the five dead elk, their bodies almost completely obscured by the mess. A little newborn was weeping in the midst of it all, curled in on herself, dry sobs barely contained.

She'd been such a fool. Begging Edward to change her, thinking she fully understood the risks. Bella had been determined that once she was changed she'd be a vegetarian like her adopted family.

But this was the taking of life. Something still needed to die in order for her to live. The smell of blood permeated her nostrils, the weight of guilt increased her sobs.

Why in the world had she ever wished for this kind of existence? She stood up, face contorted with rage. Newborn wrath destroyed many a copse in a matter of seconds.

Hunks of wood flew in every direction, the loud snapping echoing against the mountains. Bella stopped, breathing hard—merely habit—hands clenched at her sides.

There was Carlisle, standing out of range, watching the young woman patiently. Looking like the uncomplaining man he always was.

Don't be illogical, she scolded herself, this is your life now, you may as well accept it.

"Don't be a burden" would be a phrase echoed often in the coming months.

o0o0o0o

When Isabella was eight she realized something was different. Other children had mothers who remembered to pick up the kids every day from school. Those children were hugged and kissed and petted. When those children attempted to make a piece of artwork, it was always appreciated, the form guessed at.

Bella just accepted that she would never be able to continue any classes the flighty Renee signed her up for. Food was rarely in the cupboards, so the child studied and learned to make hardtack like the best of them. She made her own lunch, was the only cleaner of the house, and didn't expect anything from anyone.

A few times, Renee had even left for days. Bella was lucky she had brain enough to care for herself, the survivalist section of the school library being well-used, especially when Renee forgot to pay the electrical and water bills (which was often).

Summers with Charlie were to be treasured, he greeted her after a long flight, awkwardly made small talk on the ride home, and that was the extent of their interaction. He didn't pretend to be a good parent, not like Renee. To be fair, Bella's mother had never beaten her, but the young girl had always been more of a forgotten pet than a daughter.

All this was playing through her mind as she and Carlisle walked home, silent just like most of her life. The thing was, Bella didn't know how to interact with people. When the beautiful, talented, smart Edward Cullen had shown her even an ounce of attention the girl had fallen head-over-heels.

Vampires were strong. After Bella had seen Edward's handprint in the side of her truck that had been a given fact. But to get it into her head that she was a vampire, that she had the strength only read about in comics. That was the real hard part. It was frightening, that your body could really do these things, could break through cement with a simple poke of a finger. The first time Bella tried to open a door, it broke. Surprised and mentally overwhelmed, the immortal teenager had began shaking like a leaf. So afraid that she was a dangerous monster, that Carlisle would throw her out if she did anything wrong.

That is when the doctor started noticing things. He'd never been around her much before, not long enough to form a proper judgement of her mental health. Of course, as a newborn she was guaranteed to have some ups and downs, but this wasn't normal.

The young woman worked hard to make herself invisible, quickly learning the strength with which to turn book pages. During the sessions where Carlisle began training her on the different levels of strength needed for different objects, Bella had an overabundant amount of self-blame whenever she failed to accomplish a task right away. Bella never asked questions, tried to make life as easy as possible for everyone but herself, and was surprised when he did the littlest of things for her.

Edward should have noticed that Bella had been neglected. That behavior was considered abuse in the 21st century they were now in. The girl clung to any sort of offered attention, willing to do anything to receive more. She could go from independent young woman to a child in a matter of seconds, depending on the tone with which he spoke.

After three months he confronted her.

"Bella, I'd like to talk to you." The doctor had had to hunt her down, to the spot underneath the stairs she had somehow wedged herself in, along with a copy of Wuthering Heights.

The vampiress quietly followed him to the living room.

"Sit down please."

Looking like a caged rabbit, the girl's mind went wild with possibilities and fears, none which lead to a good outcome. She'd been better at hiding the abuse before, but the change seemed to have amplified any sort of negative feelings she had with authority figures.

"I have noticed a couple of things since you started living here, I hope that I am in the wrong, but I would like to ask for verification from you."

Bella frowned uncertainly.

"Bella, were you," he leaned forward, "were you abused as a child?"

Her eyes became shifty, hands clenching, foot tapping on the floor.

"Of course not, I had food and water—most of the time, and a roof over my head." The doctor looked incredulous.

"What is it that you mean by 'most of the time'?"

"Well—you see, Renee is just forgetful is all, sometime the cupboards were a bit bare…" She trailed off, followed by some unnecessary squirming.

"She forgot to go shopping?"

"Sometimes, sometimes she just wasn't around for a little while, she'd—she'd meet a guy, or go off to Las Vegas with some friends." Her eyes were firmly fixed on the painting above Carlisle's head.

"What was the longest time she was gone for?" His attention was solely devoted to Bella, who squirmed and grimaced at the question. Finally, she gave in.

"Three weeks."

The usually contained man stood up, sat down, stood up again and paced around the room.

"How old were you?" Snarled the most peaceful vampire alive.

"Eight."

The pacing continued, a newborn glanced fearfully up at this reaction. He stopped, kneeling down in front of her, carefully putting his hands on her knees.

"Bella, I'm not going to hurt you, I love you, you don't ever need to worry about us kicking you out, no matter what happens." The girl broke into a sob, throwing her arms around his neck. He hugged her carefully, petting her brown hair.

"Sweetie, have you ever told anyone about this?"

He received a contained wail in reply.

And that was how, Isabella Swan, was really inducted into the Cullen family, and finally started to accept that she was worth something.