Summary: Bella just moved to Forks with her mother to live with her grandmother. She will meet everyone later in the story. She doesn't know she is a witch yet. She is not Renee's biological daughter. Renee adopted her, the answers will be revealed later on in the story. PM any questions.

Once I also believed that my handsome prince will come in a tall black horse and swipe me off my feet. I would become his princess and we would live in a faraway kingdom. Then we would have beautiful children, with his eyes and my hair and my nose and his ears and everything would be perfect.

But that's not how I feel anymore. I gave up on the whole idea of love and princes.

Princesses don't exist, and those faraway kingdoms cost too much money.

I just gave up.

Now I'm living with my grandmother and mother in Forks, Washington.

Of course, she's not my biological mother. We have too many differences, too many unlikely moments. When my mother was visiting Grandma, she found me by a car crash and took me in. Since then Renee has been everything like a mother…for the most part.

Mother and I had moved here only two weeks ago. She and her boyfriend apparently had a 'horrible' break up. Grandma asked what happened and this is how I answered her,

"He told her she was so childish. She threw a tantrum. I watched. When she started crying I went up to him and punched him square in the nose. Mom cussed him out when he cussed at me. Then she said 'what a waste of time' and started crying."

Grandma just rolled her eyes and watched her daughter with her old eyes.

"She needs a man, not a boy." Grandma told me afterwards.

"What's the point of dating anyways?" I said shrugging my shoulders. Grandma looked at me and smiled.

"I see my granddaughter is a rebel and stubborn as ever." She commented then added, "But when fate and destiny meet, no one can change their hearts, not even your hardhead" She winked at me and left me at my thoughts.

Grandma had a way of telling tales, and binding stories. She was a miracle worker for mom.

"Bella hun, how are your online classes going?" Mom asked sitting down next to me. I was currently sitting in my room on my bed, thoughtfully writing a paper for my literature class.

"Great mom, just fantastic." I told her and her being her, took that as serious comment.

"Well that's good. Listen Bella, I wanted to tell you thank you." I looked up at her and straighten up to meet eyes with her.

"Thank you for what?" I asked her.

"For leaving everything you owned in New York and coming up here with me." She said and I smiled at her giving her a hug.

"I owe you mom. And plus I haven't seen grandma in a long time." I gave her a warm smile.

"I may not take care of you often Bella, but I know this was difficult for you." Mom said and I could see tears in her eyes. And I fucking knew, just knew this was about a guy.

"Mom?"

"Hmmm?"

"Who is he?"

"Who is who?" She asked playing innocent.

"Who did you meet mom?" I asked her hugging her sides. She smiled at me and her whole face glowed life and love.

"His name is Charlie. He is the chief of police here in Forks, and Bella he is too beautiful. He is just so perfect and funny. I swear it's meant to be. This was what fate wanted all along." She gave this tiring speech to be twenty eight times before and this was not a different surprise to me.

"I know I've said all this before Bella but I just know he is the ONE!" She squealed and I laughed.

"Alright mom, let me finish my paper." I said ignoring her joyous face, which was going to have tears all over in few weeks.

I know I should be happy for her and wish all the best things in the world for her but I just couldn't help but feel like this was going to be just like all those other times.

"Fine, don't believe me then." Renee said sticking her tongue out like a weirdo and walked out of my room. I shook my head and finished working on my paper.

The night was beautiful; I couldn't turn in just yet.

I changed into my favorite jeans, some knee length boots and a v-neck sweater over a white shirt. I slipped into my coat and grabbed my keys and walked out of the house. It was around eight and the rain was hammering softly. I drove slowly, at first, then fast then faster and fastest. This was a thrill for me. My truck started to disobey me when it hit 129 MPH and my mood soaked.

I needed a new car. I slowed down once I took the Port Angeles exit. I parked the car near a restaurant and got out. I just needed a long walk. To clear my head and all. I walked along the sidewalks enjoying the Christmas décor everywhere. It was beautiful. The lights and the shine gave this town a beautiful look. The snow cover gave a more of a magical blanket.

I started to walk on the street. Trying to calm down from everything going on around.

I felt something scrunch beneath my feet that was not snow and looked down to see something shiny. It was an antique cuff. It had teal blue square stone in the middle and two to each side. Silver dragon heads decorated the cuff, giving it Elegance and beauty.

I looked around if someone was looking for it and saw no one searched the ground. Not many people were here anyways.

The metal cuff tingled in my hand; the seemed as if it were glowing. Then some kind of burning sensation passed between the metal and I fingers and I dropped it almost instantly. I looked at my fingers to see if I were hurt and noticed nothing. (Cuff on profile)

I picked up the cuff again with caution. This time nothing of the burning or the shine happened. I didn't know what to do with it. I looked at the store near me and put it in its window sill.

"Someone will come looking for it" It seemed priceless to me. I'm sure it was important to someone.

I walked back to my car, freaked out about the cuff incident and drove home silently. The soft Debussy music floated in the car and that enough to give me back my confidence.

Grandma and Mom were sleeping around ten when I got back. I went to bed after washing my face. Sleep came restlessly. Dreams came fast and the good ones left soon as they came. The bad ones, like the one about that cuff stayed. I was still in the same street were I found the cuff, but this time no one was around.

The lights were out and the darkness was barely breathable.

"The dark daughter…" I heard a faint whisper. I looked around in the darkness, squinting my eyes to see well. I felt a strange chill pass through me and something warm touch my wrist. I looked down to see the cuff fitted to my wrist. The same silver cuff with the beautiful designs that had burned my skin, it looked brighter now though.

I tried to take it off, but it was as if the cuff was glued to my skin, tight and unbreakable.

"The dark daughter…" The faint whisper came back, this time the chill that ran through me was stronger.

"Who are you?" I asked looking around. My voice shook, but that was unimportant at this moment.

"Full of life and joy…"

"Thus cradling the cold…"

"Her arms pale, her eyes light…"

"Her voice a bell, her stories a tale…"

"She plays with the night…"

"Smiling at the darkness…"

"The dark daughter…"

"The greatest of all good…"

The voice hummed like a song, chanting the same thing over and over again. The cuff burned bright and she hesitated before screaming.

No one heard her, but the voice calmed.

"Where am I?" I yelled. I looked at the cuff, glowing with pride and shining with life.

"The dark daughter…"

"Spirited with time…"

Then everything turned red, and my whole body burned. I screamed, I ran, I shook but at the end I fell in a dark trench.

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