A/N: Alright, so I've had this idea in my head, and it's really bugging me. So, I've decided to post this chapter. I know, I have two other stories goin on, so based on peoples reviews to each story, I'll decide which story will be priority and which will just sit there… I guess. Anywho, here's the prologue. Oh, and just to remind y'all, this is a Bellice story, so if you don't like that, I recommend reading something else.

Prologue

Bella

The world was new in the time before I changed. The New World was still unpopulated, Great Britain was the most advanced country, and my family was moving. My mother and father were Protestants, and after being run out of England, we sailed to America. We were one family of many and settled nicely into our colony in what was to be known as Massachusetts.

I was an only child, something my father was not happy about as he wanted an heir to our family. However, that wouldn't matter in the end I suppose, with what happened on my sixteenth birthday.

Although I never understood why, I had many admirers in our town. Several boys had already tried to start courting me, but I always turned them away by blatantly ignoring their attempts. When my father found out what I had done, he acted strangely calm. I had expected him to be extremely angry with me, and he was, but I did not know it.

The day of my birthday, I got ready as normal. My parents had invited over most of the town to attend, even though they knew I did not like crowds, and they played gracious hosts, as I turned away the many offers to dance, preferring to sit off by myself. I got many presents from the townspeople, and the few I got from my parents were nice. Except for one.

As I was opening that last present, I noticed two things. One, my father looked into the crowd deliberately. Following his gaze, I saw the second thing, one of my more persistent followers, Richard Dolem, smirking at me. I felt my face pale as I lifted the lid off of the small box. Inside, I found a large white dress, a wedding dress. I turned to my mother, begging her to tell me that the gift was not meant as I thought.

She had tears in her eyes as she looked away, diverting her gaze. I immediately stormed into the house and ran to my room. Not even moments later, I heard the heavy footsteps of my father follow me. He slammed open my door and stood there, glaring at me. I flinched when he started towards me.

He grabbed me by my hair and yanked me back outside. All of our guests were gone, except the one I now despised the most, Richard. My father had promised my hand in marriage to him, and expected me to just go along with it.

I refused vehemently. I would not marry that vile excuse of a man. My father and Richard beat me, but I would not give in. However, when they turned their torture on my mother, I broke. But not in the way they were anticipating. Rage swept through me, consuming me, filling my thoughts with violence and hatred. I felt myself change, change into a beast.

I leapt on Richard and the man no longer my father. I ripped both of them to shreds. My rage subsided, as I stood there covered in gore and shuddering, but the beast didn't leave. I felt as though my mind separated, my human conscience and thoughts were locked in the back of my head, and the beast took control. I was helpless to stop myself from killing my mother, our neighbors, the townspeople. I destroyed it all, flattened the village. My human thoughts faded…

The next time I became aware, I found myself in a small house. As soon as I was aware of my thoughts, I looked through my memories. The carnage I had caused made me incredibly guilty, but there was nothing I could do, the beast still controlled me.

There were many strange things in the house, but my focus was mainly on the woman in front of me. She was cowering on the floor against the wall, an infant held tightly to her chest. I took a deep breath of the air around me, noting the fear of the mother. But I also detected a delicious fragrance on the air, one that smelled of sunshine and raspberries. It calmed me, but surprisingly, it also gave me control of my body.

I felt myself change slowly back into a human, although, I felt older, bigger. The woman screamed when I changed, but I paid her no mind. I looked at the baby in her arms, who's eyes were staring intently at my face. I felt an overwhelming need to protect the child, but how could I do that if I myself were dangerous.

I ran out of the house, away from the child, knowing it would happen, but trying to resist the tug I felt on my skin, the beast coming back. I ran as fast as I could away from the house, trying to get as far away as possible before the monster took over again. My thoughts faded once again.

So, there you go. Hope y'all like it, and I'll try and update soon. Please review.

-Ally