Prologue; Regular point of view
Isabella felt pure absolute joy as she hastened quickly down the regal hallway. She checked her speed and slowed sown some. She didn't want to seem to eager. She had only received the summons a short minute ago and already she was half way there. This would never do. She didn't want him to know that she waited night and day to hear from HIM. He was her light in this cruel endless existence. He gave relief to Isabella's weary dead heart making her glow with laughter and contentment.
Lost in her thoughts she didn't notice the leg in her pathway. The anger rose inside of her as she got up from the ground. In all her years as a vampire, Isabella had never tripped. Vampires were supposed to be graceful. She failed in everyway, but in this way she was considered "normal". This 'Lump' had just ruined 56 years of normality. The others would never let her hear the end of it.
Isabella vented all of her rage by kicking the leg. The force would have shattered a human leg, but would barely faze another vampire. The pile of rags shifted so his topaz eyes stared at her between the strands of his bronze hair. His perfectly sculpted body could be seen underneath the shapeless clothing. His god-like face searched hers looking for some reaction. For unknown reasons this made her even angrier. Kicking him again Isabella stalked off. Dropping his crestfallen angel face into his hands, his back racked with dry sobs.
Now Isabella was running late. She arrived at the stately doors and prepared herself as they started to open. She laid eyes on the king of her heart, her salvation, her Fiancé, her only love…Aro.