Parish Diaries: Bella is a 6457 year old vampire working for the Volturi, but she completely resents it. One flash of her power is all it takes to get out of their grasp. She flees to Canada and disguises herself as a horse at Parish Ridge riding stables. But she soon discovers she's not the only vampire hiding there. OOC. A little of my own fantasies mixed in *blush*. ExB

Yay! My second story! Loving this! Just soes you knows, I don't beg for reviews, I don't hold chapters hostage for reviews so, reviews? DON'T NEED 'EM!

Disclaimer: Parish Ridge Stables is a real place, it's in Burlington Ontario, and it is where I ride! So, I don't own Parish. Onward to the story!

S.M.: * clears throat loudly * I think you forgot something.

Disclaimer: What did I forget?

S.M.: I OWN TWILIGHT AND ALL RELATED CHARACTERS, NOT YOU!

Disclaimer: Oh, right… I OWN TWILIGHT AND ALL RELA-

S.M.: No! what I meant was- oh never mind! Mine, not Iris'! * dejectedly walks away *

Disclaimer: Yeah, what she said.

Prologue!

BPOV

Volturi castle (which is in Volterra) … I know, obvious X { P (moustache smiley sticking out his tongue with his eyes closed)

I'm Isabella Swan. I'm the most valuable member of the Volturi. That's right, not one of the most valuable, the most valuable. But, they keep me under high security, due to my tendencies to run away, disobey, and kill the odd vampire or two. I also feed off animal blood, which is quite simple to come by, and completely harmless to the world's human population.

Yuppers, that's me.

I know, you're thinking I sound like the type of vampire that would be killed by the Vulturi in a heartbeat (ironic), but there are two reason's that they keep me alive and around:

One: I could kill any or all of them without giving it a second thought.

Two: I have the one and only version of complete molecular, mental and spiritual mutation. In other words, they'd be dead as dust if I were to accidentally turn the air around their bodies into fire, burning their animated corpses until nothing is left but a sickeningly sweet smelling incense and a pile of ashes.

Or, I could shove their foot down their throat.

Yeah, the life of Isabella Swan is sweeet.

I know, it's the prologue. Fun. So, I wasn't sure if anyone would actually enjoy this story (don't worry, Bella breaks out of Volterrra). So this will be the only time I'll ever ask for reviews. If you like the idea, puh-lease let me know.

Lot's of Love

Iris de la Rainbow (a little crappy French thrown in there. If you don't use it, you'll lose them… I mean IT… okay maybe I don't lol)