Chapter 1
"Hey, Violet! Get back over here!" I chuckled at my friend Violet. We chased after each other in the forest.
Hello. My name Isabella Swan, but my people call me Bella or Izzy. I am a vampire slayer. No, I'm not like Buffy, we do have things in common. I slay vampires, but not with a quick piercing to the heart. Vampires these days are harder to kill. They have grown in smarts and strength. Some know of me and others do not. I live in Phoenix, Arizona with my cousin/ best friend, Violet, who is also a slayer, and her father, Phil. Violet and I are descendents of slayers and I am moving to Forks, Washington with my birth father because of the repetitive murders in Seattle. And yes, that means my mother was a vampire slayer also. One of the best actually. She passed it down to me and it shall continue.
I used to live in Forks with my father when I was little. He and my mother turned me into a tomboy. I knew how to fight and play sports to a professional level. I loved my parents, but one day a vampire with long blond hair and red eyes took my mother away from me just after we got home from a family game night. That night, I vowed to myself that I would kill any vampire that crossed my path in remembrance of my mother. They would never lure me into any trap and they would never even get a chance to touch me.
Being a slayer has its advantages. I can run at the speed of light, have the strength often grown men. Heal pretty fast, and know several languages, including a language not many know. Quilette. I learned form my father's best fried in Forks. His name was Quil Sr. He asked me to call him Grandfather, but I never understood why. Right now, I am playing a game of Chase with Violet. She also has long black, dark brown eyes, and wears black. We share almost everything. We are practically share everything. We met when we were ten years old, on the day our mothers died.
They were on the same mission, but were having a fight. They could not work together as usual and our mothers fell into the vampires trap, by turning against each other. They tried tpo fight him separately, but he distracted them long enough to ill them. Violet and I chose to stick with each other and never fight over anything. To this day we remain, the best of friends and we plan to never change that. But I was so angry that she could not be moving to Forks with me. There were still a few vampires in Phoenix that she had to take care of.
I have only one warning for all the bloodsuckers out there. Do not cross my path. Or I will end you before you take your first step towards me.
"Izzy, get you head out of your ass and lets go!"
"Stuff it , Vile, before I actually shove your head up your own ass."
'I would like to see you try."
We laughed at each other and ran to our motorcycles. Phil and Violet were going to follow me to the airport to see my go off to the plane. We wanted to ride to Washington, but he would not have it. I just agreed to it so that he would stop talking. I don't talk that much. Violet does all the talking to other people. I just talk to her. She is my one and only. I love her and no vampire and no one else is going to take her away from me. If someone even tried, their head would be separated from their body and looking at me pierce their heart. I could not believe she was not going with me, but I understand why. She wants to take care of her father and her hometown. But if anyone or anything tired to lay a hand on her, I was going to be back in a her beat and rip out their spine.
I know I am a little harsh, but that is how much of a protective person I am. I almost through a tantrum at my mother's funeral. I wanted to die and I even grew into depression for a few months. I did not talk for a whole year and I did not go anywhere without my father. My friends chose to stay away from me so that they did not risk me getting angry. I was home schooled until junior year. I was trusted to go back to school and actually made it through without killing anyone. I have slight anger issues. My whole family has them, but end up laughing at ourselves once we get passed it.
We finally made it to the airport and said our goodbyes. It was time to face my father again. I was going to let things go back to normal and make it through my senior year at high school. I could not believe was actually going back to my home that I have dreaded for so long. I have taken my anger out on vampires and gyms for so long, dreading going to the place where my mother spoke her last words to me. My bedroom. I knew I was going to cry and I hate to cry. I have not cried since I do not know when, but I am not about to start again. Everyone of my counselors tell me I have to let it all go and the only way to do that is to let myself cry. They kept pushing me and reminding me about the day of her death. Everyone of those counselors ended up in the hospital after one memory and I ended up with a law suit. I never cared and jus kept going with my life.
When I am ready, I will let it all out. I do not like to be pushed or rushed. I will not stand for it and I will act. All I ever wanted is for it all to go away; for everyone just to leave me alone. I have a heart. I just lock it and never give anyone the chance to get the key. It is my life and I do not need anyone or anything trying to ruin it again.