Hello :)

I would like to say I am really sorry...for disappearing. I know, I know. Like, none of my stories are finished. Gah, I feel bad about those but I'm back with a new story. One that I think people would really like, I know I do. The story is almost done and I'm really proud to post it. This right here is the prologue, I know a prologue shouldn't be this long but this will catch everyone up. But, I would NOT recommend skipping it. You will have NO IDEA whats going on. This story may seem like a team Edward story but I can assure you that this stories has a 100% chance of Jacob...because I am a hardcore Jacob Black fan ;) I pinky promise to keep this story up if you guys pinky promise to favorite, follow, read, and review!

Pinky promise? ENJOYYY!

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~ Prologue

Some say I live in a world of pretend; vampires and wolves. But, their wrong- both are very, very real. I'm the one who pretends.

I am Bella Swan, the girlfriend of a godly vampire, and ex- best friends with...a wolf. I was the girl who, not literally, ran with vampires.

After leaving my... wolf friend to save the man I love, I felt the unforgiving wall between the two. I would always have to choose. Naturally, I chose Edward. He was my safety net, my drug of addiction. And just as naturally, the wolf had to turn his back on me. That was seven months ago, and I haven't seen a glimpse of him since.

When rescuing Edward from his suicide mission in Italy from the grasp of the Voltouri, they had taken a rather large interest in me. The girl with the mind Edward couldn't read, the girl with the potent blood. I was lucky they hadn't killed me. After all, it was definite they had no value for the human life.

They would let me leave unharmed on one condition; I must be turned in to a vampire immediately.

Although we agreed to it, Edward would not have it- not ever. He said that being a vampire was a last resort to anything, a human life is worth so much more. The...wolf and the vampire didn't agree on much, but I knew they both would look at this the same. Way back when, the...wolf said he'd rather see me dead in the ground than one of those 'bloodsuckers'.

So, here I am. I may not be a vampire, but as you look at me now, you won't recognize me. Not as the quirky Bella you once knew.

The Cullen family thought long and hard how they could resist turning me in to a vampire and not face the wrath of the Voltouri. So, in the end, they physically transformed me to give the appearance of a vampire, without actually turning me in to one. It was the option Edward liked best, so I went with it. Whilst keeping my humanity, if the Voltouri came to check up I would look the part.

From the second the decision was made Alice, Rosalie, and Esme spent what seemed like two weeks straight on my new look. While my skin was vampire expectations, everything else needed to be completely changed.

The biggest concern about the makeover was the smell of my blood would remain. Luckily, Edward assured me by hanging out with vampires for long amounts of time made their scent stronger on me than any human blood. It was proven to be correct by Carlisle.

My wavy, unruly, chocolate brown hair is now straight, shiny, soft, and perfect. They scrubbed down every inch of dead skin off my body to create a flawless complexion. With the magic of black mascara, eye-shadows, light pink lip stain, powder, lots of eyeliner, and the most painful eyebrow wax of my life, I had become something I only ever dreamed of being; one of them.

One of my least favorite parts of the transformation were the colored contacts. Though they were a crucial part to becoming a vampire, they brought me so much discomfort when trying to learn to put them in. Alice had bought me a gold and onyx colored contacts, like Edwards. Gold to look like I was hungry, and onyx for the rest of the time. Over the coming months, it didn't feel like such a pain anymore.

At the same time of the makeover, boxes and bags from the most expensive stores in the world began appearing in my room at the Cullen's house everyday. I complained to Alice I didn't need such things but she shushed me, saying I needed to play the part of a vampire just right. I don't think I've worn a single thing more than once.

Finally, came the long and annoying lessons from Rosalie and Alice on how to become something I know I was not capable of being: graceful. I would have to rid myself of klutziness to seal the act. We practiced everyday for long hours. Trying to balance books atop my head, running and walking in heels, walking up stairs. Finally, much to my surprise, I became as graceful as any human could be.

After that, everything fell in to place- right in front of my gold contact eyes. I was safe. I was beautiful. I was with Edward. I was like them. I had everything I could ever want.

But, deep down inside I was scared. Scared for imperfection. Scared that the most perfectness I consisted inside of me wasn't good enough.

WHAT DID Y'ALL THINK? Good? Bad? I know this was a pretty boring chapter and you all want to see some Jacob...well you just going to have to wait a couple chapters! Of course, I won't be posting more unless I see some reviews! So keep your pinky promise, people :) I love you guys!