Pilot- Only One - Ciara.

I cried out, but you didn't hear me. Cried words I didn't know I knew.

I don't remember much from my human life. I remember Renee, Charlie, the Cullens, a few things from my days of torture, one of which will probably always stay with me. I still hold the scar from it, remember the pain of it, the taste of the blood in the air as i lost my eye. Victoria ripped it clean from my skull. Nothing would give me that back, not even the change. After growing bored of torturing me with brands and chains and bites, Victoria finally changed me. Poor choice on her part. She didn't last very much longer after that. I killed her, before she could kill me. Haven't regreted it much since then.


It's been 91 years since i was seen by Humans and Vampires alike. I've lived in the woods since killing Victoria. Now, i'm going back into the public eye. I'm going to school, find a job, I'm going to live like the cullens do, scary as it is. Using the money left by Victoria, and the money I had saved up, I went and bought a house, car, and a wardrobe. Mostly black clothes, long sleeved and turtle necks. Anything to hide my scars. I couldn't do much about my eye, so i didn't worry about buying anything to cover it with.

The first town I came to outside the forest was Forks. I didn't want to live in the woods like the Cullens did, so I bought Charlie's old house and filled it with new furniture. I was settled in and ready for school with just 2 days to spare. On the first day of school I walked into the office half an hour before classes started. Miss Weed, the secretary, looked up and frowned as she heard me walking in. I had on Tripp pants, which I'm sure is the real reason for the frown., and a plain black turtle neck shirt. She smiled at me as i approached her desk.

"How may I help you dear?" She asked.

"I got registered a little late, so I was told to stop by the office for my schedule." I told her, keeping my voice soft.

"What's your name? I'll see if we have a schedule for you yet." She replied, hands poised over her keyboard.

"Bella Masen."

"It appears we don't have one set up for you yet. I'll type one up. In the mean time, this is a map of the school, and this paper is to be signed by all your teachers." Miss Weed said, handing me a folded up map and a piece of paper before going back to her computer and typing up my schedule.

10 minutes later I was handed a schedule and sent on my way to class. I could smell her before I even walked into the classroom. It was only then that I remembered the hauntingly familiar Volvo I parked my Jeep next to. My only thoughts upon walking into the classroom: Fuck! The Cullens are back.