Chapter 1: Moving to Forks

Hi. My name is Isabella Marie Swan, but I go by Bella. There is a secret about me that no one knows. I'm a witch. A very powerful one, too. I was born in 1675, and I am physically 17 years old. Yes, I was born during the Salem Witch Trials. And I have been tried as a witch, but I used my powers to persuade them otherwise. They killed innocent people who were not witches, and didn't know that the real witches were among them as they killed innocent, mortal, foolish humans.

I had watched my parents burn at the stake. I had learned I was a witch when I turned 8, because a girl I hated was being mean to me, so I thought, I wish she would end up in a trash can some where and disappear. The next day, she was found in a trash can about five miles away from my school. She was still alive, but she claimed it was witchcraft. And little did she know, she was right.

My parents knew it was me somehow, and told me everything I needed to know. But when I turned 17, people were frightened of our kind, thinking we were evil beings that must be destroyed, killed, and burned. I understand they were trying to keep their people safe, and there were evil witches and wizards out there, but I will never forget the day the humans had barged into my home one month before my 17th birthday.

Flashback

My mom, dad, and I were sitting down at the dinner table talking about how our day was, when a loud knock came from the front door. My parents had horrified expressions. My mother and father stood up, my father went to get the door nervously, while my mother dragged me into the closet. Father composed his face to one of appropriate abashed at the men holding torches in our doorway.

"Charlie," one said, "You are a wizard! Everyone knows it! We have tried to ignore it because you are one of our best friends, but we cannot risk our families lives! We also know your wife is a witch!" He yelled. I recognized the voice. Billy Black, my father's best friend since they were merely six years old, was actually turning us in! How could he? After everything we had been through?! My father looked shocked, to say the least. Probably at the outburst and betrayal from his best friend.

"Billy," my father said soothingly, " I honestly have no idea what you are saying. This must be a misunderstanding. My wife stays home all day, unless it is to get food, I work as a law enforcer, and my daughter goes to school everyday like a normal 16 year old does. You cannot come to my home and accuse us of untrue accusations!" My father said angrily. Billy narrowed his eyes and scowled.

"Then how do you explain the unusual things that have been happening here in Salem? Right around the time you and your family had arrived here!" He yelled. Then, without warning, the men grabbed my father and threw him outside, and tied him up, while half came inside and tore everything apart, looking for my mother and me.

A boy about my age banged on the closet door my mother and I were hiding in, and shouted, "I think I have found them!" Then, the door was being banged on repeatedly until it burst open. There, standing in the doorway of the closet, was Jacob Black, Michael Newton, Tyler Crowley, and Eric Yorkie. All of them around my age. I had known them all from around the time we were merely just four years old, and they have the nerve to break down my door, take my family and me, tie us up, and try to get us burned. Fourteen days later, a trial was held for my mother, father, and me. My parents were found guilty, but they said I was innocent, thanks to my persuasion. But why were my parents still guilty?

I didn't have time to wonder for long, because we were all grabbed and brought outside. That day, I watched my parents burn at the stake, screaming from the pain, and when all that was left was ashes, I cried and screamed, and tried to kill myself, but the people made it difficult. There were people who felt sorry for me, like my mother's friend, Angela Webber, who was also a witch. She took me in, and helped me. That same day, we ran from Salem, leaving our old lives behind.

End Flashback

Angela died a few years after we left, being burned. I was bitten by a vampire a few months after I turned 17, but Angela still protected me. I am still mostly a witch, I just have some vampire traits: the hard skin, the speed, strength, enhanced senses, the immortality, and the need for blood. I did not want to be a monster, so I feed off animal blood. After I feed, my eyes change to a deep brown that gives away how I feel. Back when my mother was alive, she called me her open book.

Due to the fact that I never age, I must keep moving. Now, I am moving to a small town called Forks, Washington. After my parents death, I promised never to go near Salem again. Across the country is good, and very little sun. The sun takes a limit on my powers. On a full moon or eclipse, my powers get stronger. But on a new moon, my powers leave me, and I become a human for 24 hours.

I had now arrived at my new home deep in the forest, near a rather large, white house. I parked my brand new car, a midnight blue Porshe Cayman S. I hopped out, and grabbed my luggage, and walked into my new home after unlocking the door. I spent an hour unpacking my possessions using my super speed. Once I had finished, I contemplated whether or not to go over to my new neighbor's and introduce myself. I decided I would be polite and go meet them.

I walked outside and walked at a human speed to the large, exceptionally remarkable white house. Once I reached the house, I walked up the steps, then knocked on the front door. I heard people whispering and talking with my hearing. I heard a soft, motherly voice first.

"Well, who could that be, all the way out here?" I smiled at her tone. She reminds me of Mother. Oh, right! I never said my mother's name! Her name was Renee, and my father's name was Charles, but some people called him Charlie. Just then, a woman with a heart shaped face, long, caramel brown hair, topaz eyes, a motherly vibe, and a scent of a vampire answered the door. "Hello? How can I help you?" she asked sweetly. I smiled softly at the vampire. She is so sweet and nice, unlike some other vampires I know, I thought.

"Hello," I said in my slight accent, "My name is Isabella Marie Swan? I'm new to town, and I just moved next door," I paused. "Well, it's a good few miles from here, but nevertheless, I'm your new neighbor." I told her smiling. She grinned.

"Well! Come in dear! I must introduce you to my family!" I returned her grin and followed her inside. "Children! Carlisle! Come down stairs! We have a guest!" she called, though she could have whispered it and they would have heard. Six people came down stairs. An older male with blonde hair and the same color topaz eyes as the woman with a fatherly look walked up to me and held out his hand.

"Hello, my name is Carlisle." He said smiling.

"Oh! And I'm Esme, Carlisle's wife!" the woman who answered the door said. I smiled at them and shook Carlisle's hand. He pointed to the rest of his family.

"That's Alice," he started, pointing to a short girl with spiky black hair and a hyper/ excited/ frustrated look on her face. "That's Jasper, her boyfriend," he said pointing to another blond male with scars all over his arms, neck, and jugular, and probably more under his clothes. He was muscular, and had a cautious, protective, and confused expression. "That one is Rosalie, Jasper's biological twin," Carlisle said pointing to a beautiful blonde with long, flowing hair, and a figure that could crush a girls self- esteem just being in the same room with her. "The one next to her is Emmett," Carlisle said pointing to a man with short, curly brown hair, and huge muscles, and a dimpled grin that stretched across his face. I would have been scared if he weren't smiling, it made him look like a big, cuddly teddy bear. "And the last one here, is Edward." I turned to him and was shocked by his beauty. He had the most unusual shade of bronze hair that was disheveled, he was muscular, but not as much as his brothers, his eyes were deep topaz, like all of their eyes, his just looked different to me, strong jaw, and full, red lips. His beauty struck me, which confused me. I had never felt an ounce of attraction for any man or boy, what is it about this one that changes my thoughts? I smiled shyly at them, tearing my eyes away from the bronze haired God.

"It is an honor to meet you all. My name is Isabella Marie Swan, but I like to be called Bella. I just moved here, and I live a few miles west of here. So I guess I am your new neighbor." I said, still smiling. They all smiled back(except Rosalie). I tried to break into their minds, starting with Alice, who looked like she could pass as a pixie.

She is beautiful, but why can't I see her future?! *Growls* What is wrong with me that I am now unable to see? I thought about what she just said in her head. She must be able to see the future, I decided. It must be unnerving to not be able to see what you usually can see. I moved onto the Jasper, who was by her side.

Why does she smell so… different. One thing is for sure, she is NOT human. Edward, maybe we should watch out for her, she could be dangerous. I chuckled quietly at his thoughts. They all looked at me confused. I shook my head. I then went to Rosalie.

She is beautiful, but not as beautiful as me. What does the stupid human want anyways? I almost growled at that. I went to Emmett. He had such childish thoughts, it was refreshing.

COOL! A new friend to play with! I bet I can beat her at Guitar Hero and PlayStation! I NEVER lose! I smiled a bit. He has such a funny mind. I moved onto Edward.

What is so different about this girl? I cannot read her mind! It is very frustrating! But she is so beautiful. She outshines Rosalie a million times. Wait. What am I thinking? She could never love a monster like me. Not someone as angelic as her. I was shocked. He thinks I am beautiful? Angelic? He thinks he is a MONSTER?! That is unacceptable! Well, might as well tell them about me, and I can tell them that I know about them. Hope they don't hate me afterwards, I thought.

"It is an honor to meet you as well, Bella." Carlisle told me.

"Where are your parents? I would love to meet them! Oh! How old are you? You seem so young! And beautiful, too!" Esme exclaimed. Pain shot through my chest. Parents. I have no parents. As for age, well, you see, I am older than all of you, because I am 335 years old! Yeah, that will go over perfectly!

I smiled sadly. "I am 17, my parents died a long time ago. So I am living out on my own. And thank you." I said, embarrassed about her comment. I am in no way beautiful. I may look like a vampire, and I may be pretty, but I am not beautiful. They all froze, and had sadness and pity in their eyes. Pity, I thought. I hate that stupid emotion! "Please do not pity me. I am actually capable of living on my own. I was living with my Godmother, but she had passed away some time ago, and I just like the rain, so I decided to come and live here for a while." I smiled softly.

"I am so sorry. I had no idea-" Esme began, but I cut her off.

"It is quite alright. I don't really remember them well, it has been so long. And it is excusable to ask me questions if you wish to." I said. Then, I hit myself internally. I have to talk like I am from this century! Not back in the 1600's! They all smiled at me, even Rosalie, but I could see it was forced. I sighed. "Rosalie, you need not to pretend you like me. The look in your eyes gives it away," I said when she was about to object. She looked down guiltily. I walked up to her and hugged her then stepped away. "Don't feel guilty, many people will not be too fond of me after I play a few pranks on them! And some will just not like me." I shrugged. "I'm used to it. There are people who like you, and there are people who do not like you. But I don't really pay attention to what people say about me, because the only opinion that should matter to me is mine." She looked at me shocked. Slowly, a smile spread across her face.

"You're not so bad. I think we can be good friends." She said, still smiling. I returned her smile.

"I would love that." I was suddenly in mid-air being held by Emmett, twirling me around in his arms.

"COOL! I get a new sister! Hey, are you any good at Guitar Hero or PlayStation?" he asked secretively. I grinned at him evilly.

"Actually, I am. Why? You wanna play little old me?" I asked innocently. His eyes narrowed, the he grinned again, and nodded.

"Right here, right now." He challenged. I shrugged, still smiling.

"Sure, Emmett. Let's go!" He pulled me to the large TV that had a game system plugged into it. He grabbed two guitars for Guitar Hero and handed me one. I took it and started to get ready as he turned the game on.

"Good luck," he said as he picked the song. "You'll need it," he stated smugly. I rolled my eyes.

"Actually, Emmett, you will need the luck, not me." I told him. The song began, and we both began playing. I was on Expert, as Emmett was as well. I didn't miss a single note, but Emmett missed a few. At the end of the song, the results came up.

PLAYER 1: PLAYER 2:

"HA! I win, Emmett!" I exclaimed smugly and happily, jumping up and down. He grunted and stomped away, while everyone was laughing at him and his reaction.

"Good job, Bella," a velvety voice chuckled. Edward. "He needed a good lesson. Everyone was tired of his constant gloating. You just put him in his place, although, he will not stop until he beats you, which I highly doubt will happen." He said smiling. I smiled back. My stomach had butterflies in it, my heart was fluttering, and my blood was pounding in my ears when I saw him. He truly is amazingly beautiful.