I am on a mission to sort this story out. Chapter 11 is a summary for the first 10 chapters if you don't want to read those chapters and chapter 12 is where I am picking up from. It has been so long since I even thought about this story.

So enjoy! These first chapter are how I wrote them (so long ago) so it is my first FanFic and any reviews would be appreciated!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. I sent one of 'em in outer space

Chapter 1 - a History of the Heroine and a Visitor from across Seas

I was the last vampire of my generation, and am the first of this one.

I am millions of years old and now, after all of those long years waiting, I am able to once more have company.

I have survived the recent centuries floating through the void of space, waiting for the universe to once more explode and create the planet upon which I shall reside: Earth.

I was grabbed by the oldest vampires of the time, the Volturri, and changed into a vampire. While awaiting the end of the pain I did not realise the planets turn upon themselves with such force that the distance that had taken them countless millennia to travel, was recovered in a matter of days, crashing around me. The Volturri knew what was about to happen - Alice had told them - and in a desperate fight for survival had created me to carry on the race of the vampires. I was the strongest vampire ever known, many experiments and mistakes had occurred before I had been plucked from the streets to await my fate. I was made to withstand the force of space without the tiniest hint of pain, and it had worked. What could not be anticipated was the boredom and loneliness. Not least the thirst. I have not fed once since the implosion of the universe and am now half mad with thirst. And I know it.

But now I walk the new earth, I find myself oh so patient from the years of darkness. I saw how it all began and I shall continue to see the world progressing.

Unfortunately, for although I am patient, I am also incredibly curious. I cannot wait to see others, other sentient beings with whom I can hopefully interact. I find the idea of another thousand years like seconds trickling past my eyes compared to my life so far, but they are still thousands of years, still plenty of time. I find myself with the knowledge of how to manipulate life to evolve more quickly. I decide my future plans shall be to evolve the now microscopic organisms into fully fledged humans within a decade. A tough challenge but one I shall definitely complete.

5 years later

I have completed my project ahead of schedule and exceedingly proud of it, my fellow beings are walking around me in their towns. I have led them to believe in all beliefs of the previous cycle and have helped them with technology up to electricity, it hurt me so in the area of my still heart to see them die of disease, disease that I knew how to eradicate, but could not for fear of upsetting the precarious balance of life and destroying all of my hard work. They have not yet honed electricity far enough to do anything with it, but the human mind is a wondrous thing and they shall succeed!

I hide, looking up at my world from the window, level with the pavement. I see ladies' dresses swishing through the street, all possible colours in a mixture of vibrancy; the shiny boots of the men; the street urchins running through the crowd, knives in their hands as they cut the money pouches of the rich.

There is but one problem in this world of mine: the hunger is impossible. I have given up breathing and keep myself hidden in my house. I am the recluse of the town; I have spoken to no one and – thanks to my incredible hearing – have been able to deduct that I am a lady in disgrace, sent from my husband after cheating with his brother. I allegedly murdered both husband and brother in a fit of rage and fled here to deepest darkest London.

I am, by now, a myth. It has been years since humans discovered the ready built city of London with nothing but the written note that it was free to them, held no dangers as long as locked doors were not unlocked. The note then assured them that there was only one locked door. My door has never been disturbed since it was found and it is now considered a superstition by the young of the humans.

I am content with watching these children progress and witnessing the trivia of the world, I feel no need to socialise, just to watch.

Many years later

Bella's POV

The silly humans have lost each others notes! Electricity has become a suspicion of magic. I must replicate the notes and get them out to the world somehow. You'd think they would look after such important findings as electricity but no. They are lost at the event of death. What is a partner in science for if not to pass on information to? I shake my head but cannot scold them too much, they are my creation and I cannot bear a grudge upon something holding so much sentimental value.

Edward's POV

I have heard tell of a mythical recluse in the bustling city of London and, being of a curious disposition, I believe I shall never rest until the recluse is either proved mythical or is brought into the social circle of the merry English. Although even I believe it to be a little excessive to travel the treacherous journey to England for this one legend; I shall have to wait for another reason to go.

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I am ecstatic! A relation of mine is needed to correspond between a big business company over here in America and its equivalent in England. He needs a companion and I have applied and been accepted! I shall not be required for all of the time with plenty of access to the streets and my own guide. I should find what I am looking for (the door behind which resides the Lady) as, although it is not regarded as a tourist spot, everyone in London has heard about it, they then travel and word spreads.

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I have finally arrived in London. It was a long and arduous journey but, apart from feeling queasy, I was not sick, a fact of which I am incredibly thankful. My uncle, on the other hand, spent most of his days with his head over the side and a bucket by his bed. This means that he will have to recuperate for a few days until he can manage to keep down a meal giving me more time to search London. I do not wish ill health upon anyone but I feel unashamedly excited at the prospect of the extra days I shall have to achieve my goal.

I am told to find my guide in a tavern where he is waiting for me. After meandering around the docks for a half hour I admit defeat and ask for directions from a sailor. He looks me up and down, a smirk on his face as he takes in my finery and digests my American accent. I toss him a coin, I don't know the exact amount in English money, but he smiles more encouragingly and directs me down a street and to the right, a small hidden entrance hidden at the end of the open alleyway. I thank him and step inside, wondering if I ever could have found it on my own. I decide not.

I ask the barman for a tour-guide and he points to a short, squat, balding man staring at a tankard of ale and swinging his short legs from the chair, a couple of inches from the ground. I go over to him, introducing myself and he swings from the bench, more alert as he strolls from the dimly lit bar.

He asks where I would like to go but without waiting for a reply launches into a list of worthwhile sites to see. He looks up at me expectantly and I voice my interest in the door behind which resides the mythical woman.

He shakes his head but at the appearance of another coin comments that the door is strong and if I really wish to get inside an axe may be necessary. He also lets slip that his brother sells axes at a very good rate and we should go there. I feel I am being tricked but if this is what gets me to the door then I have the money to spare.

We finally arrive at the door and my guide (who I find out is called Thomas) begins to try and talk me out of my decision. I knock on the door and twist the handle. There is no answer and I pick up the axe and take a swing.

Bella's POV

"Oh Sir, please don't! That door has not moved an inch since the dawn of time! You'll anger her, Sir, you'll anger her! You'll doom us all, you will! Meaning no disrespect but don't be such a fool… Sir".

I got up from the floor where I had been slumped against the wall for the past few days and made my way to the source of the commotion. The new arrival from America that everyone had been fawning over had come to visit my door. I stifled a snort, as if he could get in. My doors and windows were a vacuum so no scent or temptation could reach me as a vampire so I would not pounce and destroy my latest achievements. I had never tasted or had the option to fulfil my dietary needs, but I still knew that the presence of a human would snap my careful self-restraint and I would pounce for the jugular of the nearest warm-blooded creature. And then I don't know what would happen…

I was snapped out of my reverie by a business-like rap on the door, then the door handle being twisted and I let out a strangled yelp. Or tried to. My mouth moved but, as there was no air in my lungs, my vocal chords could make no sound; also after my vocal cords being inactive for so long (ever since being changed, in fact), they were not ready for the involuntary noise. I turned from wall to wall, seeking escape from the vacuumed room of my sanctuary. The door handle was once again shook: he was attempting to push the door in no doubt assuming the timbre would be half rotted after so many years. Unfortunately for him the door was reinforced with a metal centre and seals around all of the edges to keep the vacuum. I heard a sigh from the other side of the door and footsteps. I relaxed slightly until the ringing sound of metal on metal reverberated around the room; I felt a change in the room as he bent the door out of shape and the vacuum broke.

"Sir! What are you doing?" the shrill voice of the intruder's companion rose an octave higher as he squeaked on impact.

"Relax! There's no one in there so what can happen?" was the Americans reply, his soft drawl not completely hostile if a little cocky. "But these are pretty strong doors. Wow!" I could have made them thicker I just did not know that a man would come and axe down my door. I pressed myself against the wall.

With a final blow the axe finally made it all the way through the door and I whimpered as I felt a breeze reach me through the crack. Each blow to my door brought a pocket of air my way. I was slightly comforted to know that it only smelt of metal and damp wood… For now.

Finally a chunk had been hacked from my door, falling into my room with a thunderous crack and revealing the faded and peeling condition of the once periwinkle blue paint.

Cold air was buffeting me as I pushed further into the wall, scrunching my eyes in preparation for what was about to happen, I could very well kill this adventurous man.

I heard him step through the square in the door, head ducked down so as not to hit it, and the worried squeaks of the accompaniment. I stopped breathing the fresh air.

I heard a gasp from in front of me and I peeked at the man from under one eyelid.

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