My name is Isabella swan. I was born in Forks and lived here all of my life. I'm seventeen years old. My mom left home when I was four she hated everything about this average run-of-the-mill town where the rain never seemed to end. So I live here alone with my father Charlie, he's the cheif of police and a pretty awesome dad. Social life, I dont really have one im not a typical highschool student. Sure I maintain a 4.0 and I have perfect attendence, but that writes me off as more of a nerd than anything else. Good. Physical features, I'm definately not ugly but I dont really see the beauty behind anything. My skin is extremely pale, and I have big brown eyes with long lashes, high cheek bones, and messy long brown hair I rarely take the time to fix. I'm pretty petite though and my chest filled out nicely two summers ago. I like reading, writing, and oh did I mention. I'm Half Vampire?

To say my life is weird would be an understatement, but how can someone explain that they have type O blood with their waffles? How'd this happen, I'm sure thats what your wondering. My dads a vampire who simply, fell for a human. Did I just say it was simple? My dad says their are others like me and him but they tend to steer clear of each other. Territorial reasons. Yea like any smart vampire would try to claim this soggy mush of a town. I swear our biggest attraction is the movie theatre.

Unlike my father, I have a heartbeat, blood in my veins, I can eat food, I have to sleep, and I can go out in the sunlight without shimmering like a disco ball. However I'm not as skilled as he is and sometimes I slam things harder than I should, or run faster than I ought to. No one ever see's though but you can never be to sure. I've made myself invisible at school for a reason. I dress terribly, I act boring and stuck up, I never wear make up, I leave my Hair messed up to cover my features. It's all to keep my dad and I safe. Besides Im not missing out on anything anyway. The thoughts these people have are simply ridiculous. yea you heard me their thoughts. I can read minds, and I can move things with my own.

Charlie told me that their are special vampires who have gifts that others dont. It was a real surprise when a half vampire like myself came out with two. Lucky me

Maybe I should be more excited, but honestly... I'm depressed. Very. I'm alone all the time with no one to talk to, to relate to. Sure I have charlie but he works night shifts and most days when the weather is naturally crappy. My mom calls sometimes but I get the feeling she's slightly disgusted with me and the fact that I drink blood. Charlie does to but he would never do it at home, and well she had to feed me. Imagine a 2 year old squealing happily with packaged blood dripping from her chin.

Other than them I was practically socially neglected. That isn't healthy. I always think it would be better if I could share this secret with someone my own age. Who had the same advantages. None of them would ever come to forks though... or would they?


Chapter 1: Morning Conversation.

Waking up to the sound of my alarm clock was always annoying. Despite the volume being on low it was way louder thanks to my advanced hearing. I hit it roughly, to rough. It went flying across the room and smashed into the wall. Charlie wouldn't be too thrilled, that was the third one he bought me this month. It was always hard for me to control my anger though, especially this time in the morning. Especially... On a school day. It was friday though. So that started the day off on a good note. Kicking the covers back I shuffled up out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

One of the plus's of being insanely fast, is that I can get ready for school in 15 minutes or less. I know this because Charlie times me every morning.

"14:30" He called as I jumped effortlessly over the side of the stair case. "You beat yesterdays record by 5 seconds" I bowed playfully as if I accomplished some amazing goal. He laughed and ruffled my already disastrous hair, and kissed me lightly on the forehead. His skin was super cold but I was used to it, Infact I preferred the touch of his skin better than my own that wasn't warm but it wasn't too cold either.

"How was your night" I asked making friendly conversation.

"same old same old, say bella you got a good 15 minutes before you have to leave for school, Can I talk to you about something" I watched as he made his way for the kitchen. Confused. Then followed hesitantly. He seated himself at the large wood table in the kitchen and sighed.

"So whats up?" I asked hoping it wasn't to awkward, Waiting for a response I put two pieces of bread in the toaster and poured myself the typical type O blood my dad jokingly puts in Orange juice boxes. He can be such a dork.

"It appears we're having company" I had to do a double take to make sure I heard him right. He stared oddly at my jaw that now hung open.

"Dad you really think thats a good idea, I mean seriously we keep blood in orange juice cartons, and you know how I am arou-.." I meant to say more but he he cut me off waving his hands in front of him to indicate I was way wrong.

"No Bells, not humans, and not here." He voice became serious now and I knew he wasn't dont talking. Reaching for my Toast a few seconds before it even popped I sat down and buttered them while he spoke. "There like us, they dont feed off of humans, They usually reside in alaska but theres a bit of a 'vampire' population issue. The leader of the coven, he's a good friend of mine from a long time ago" I didn't even want to ask how long ago was, as far as I know this is my dads 9th or 10th time being 37. Lets just say when he gets to 100 he starts over.

"Bells are you paying attention" he voiced snapped me out of my thoughts and I nodded while taking a bite of my toast "He'll be taking up a position at the hospital, and his family are moving into the mansion we helped clean out. Remember when you were 10" I sighed playfully. Of course I remembered that mansion, the man who lived there before died soon after his wife and we helped auction of his items and cleaned it. Nobody's had enough money to purchase it and the land though.

"Alright I guess." I smiled at him warmly trying to convince him I actually cared. I didn't that much though, just another old vampire.

"Bells him and his mate-"

"Dad can you not use words like mate, it makes me feel like an animal" I hated the old fashioned terms he always slipped out when his guard was let down around me.

"Sorry, him and his wife, have 5 kids. All of them your age... Well all of them look your age, they'll be going to school with you." I froze mid bite, I honestly didn't hear what I thought I did. I stared at him waiting for the punch line but it never came.

"They aren't possibly going to highschool are they?" He took a drink of my juice quickly and nodded. "Dad do you really think this is a good thing, what if they slip up and the whole town finds out" The image of citizens chasing us with pitchforks and torches flashed through my mind.

"They've been around alot longer than you, and you are very well trained"

"Once again, animal-feeling." He apologized, smiling at my pickiness in words. He was handsome, it's no wonder my mom fell for him, but I found out that most vampires are extremely beautiful, and they use it to hunt. Thats just vile.

"They've already moved to the city, but their kids are starting school on monday, It will be entirely up to you wether or not you want to reveal yourself to them. I was just telling you so that you'd know"

"Reveal myself? Yea can't they smell the difference between human and vampire"

"Yes, but you, are neither. You easily pass for human. The only reason I know the difference is because I'm your father" I smiled never knowing that I was completely unsuspected.

"Well I dont know... we'll see I guess" I rinsed my mouth quickly so the red color would be gone and kissed charlie on the cheek before I left for school


As usual I arrived too earlier, the parking lot was still practically empty, aside from the cars that belonged to the teachers. Irritated I figured i'd get some reading done. I ripped through my backpack only to find I had forgotten my book on my nightstand. Cursing myself I slung the backpack over my shoulder and got out the car. Fortunately the school doors were open so I went inside and figured it'd be a good time to check out the school library.

"Bella, Bella swan is that you" Or not, I thought biting my lip before turning around. I knew the voice, it was my obnoxious english teacher. Probably the only person in the whole entire school that could easily pick me out. Thats because she was always asking me opinions about what books she should teach or what assignments she should go with. It all happened when I accidentally suggested a better way to review the ACT tests that all the english teachers were required to cover, and taking my advice all the students in her class got particularly high scores. So basically now she thinks i'm some kind of English guru.

"Hi " She smiled widly revealing her coffee stained teeth. Unfortunately for me the breath was twice as bad and she was still about six feet away.

"Oh bella I have a question. I simply dont know what to do. Could you help?" I had to stop myself from replying with something completely sarcastic. If anybody here knows anything about me at all. It's that i'm probably one of the most sarcastic people you'll ever meet, and I dont really have a good attitude. I can't help it. Most people only have to deal with someone with two senses. Hearing and seeing. I have to use at least four including my ability to read minds.

"Whats the question " That set her off, she pulled me aside and held up two books explaining the pro's and con's of teaching them and then she went into what kind of assignments she was thinking about doing but how she decided against them because they wasted to much paper. Eventually the bell rang and I told her what I knew she wanted to hear and she smiled feeling some sense of renewed knowledge. I guess it was straight to Math class.

Every morning I seem to forget how crowded these hallways are, and the stench... it's one big blur of musty sweet fragrance. Hearing everyones thoughts like this wasn't a big deal, it just seemed like there were more people talking than there should be. Well it was almost more X-rated trust me. The hormonal boys in this school are seriously ridiculous. I have had to stop myself several times from turning around and punching someone for checking out my ass, reminding myself unless they say it out loud it doesn't count. Just my luck all the boys are to shy to actually say it outloud. So i was stuck with silent sexual harrassment.

I was the first one in class. As usual. I had to be though because there wasn't a permanent seating arrangement and the first to class get to pick first. I had to have the seat in the back. This was the only class where I wasn't assigned it. I had to be able to watch everyone and everything at all times. Other wise i felt nervous I dont know why. Maybe because if I wasnt I felt like someone was catching on to my un-human ways.

"Ahh good morning bella" My teacher doubled check to make sure he had the right name. I lifted my head and smiled to show him he did. There was still about 4 minutes before the final bell rang, So I stared patiently out the window at the usual damp weather. It was going to rain tonight I could smell it. Anyone could. Interrupting the small bit of peace I managed to settle into Victoria the school bitch, came strutting into class with her bright red high heel pumps clicking noisily against the tiles.

"Ugh will you please move" She stopped in front of me and stared down like I was some insect under her stilletto. I didn't bother to say anything she didn't care she continued anyway. "I need to do some serious texting this hour and this is like the best seat to do that, so if you could just scoot up maybe... 6 chairs that would be great."

"Listen I'd love to kiss your ass but I just ate breakfest, wouldn't want that coming back up." I spat laughing mentally at the shit she was thinking. For one she was completely jealous of my cheek bones, and she hates the fact my bra's are bigger than hers. How she could even tell underneath my baggy attire I have no idea. It must be a girlie thing.

Stomping her feet she sat down in front of me. I really didn't care atleast she went out of her way to smell nice. The bell rang not to long after and the official day began. I always wonder why math always seems like reviews of older reviews. This class usually ended the quickest, since I practically zoned out the entire time. Next was Anatomy, I dont even know why I took this class. Today we had to dissect the carcass of a cat, the stench was almost unbearable, and my partner jessica complained she was too disgusted, and got to sit out. Quickly I joted down the correct answers and observations and gave it to jessica for her to copy. She seemed grateful enough.

Complimented me on my precise cutting and confimed all my answers were correct.

Least favorite class next. Physical Education. I must admit I have a competitive side, and when my team is losing it's very frustrating not to be able to use my full capabilities. Nothing hard to day just a video demonstration on how to properly use weights. I really hate watching guys trying to show off. Specially when I could lift them and the bench press at the same time. With one hand.

Another movie in History today about Vietnam. I'm pretty sure we watch a movie everyweek in this class and filled out worksheets when it was over. Nothing wrong with that other than the super strong stench of this guy named ben who sat beside me. He seemed to think he didn't have a need for deoderant

Finally lunch came around, this was when the day was extremely easy to deal with. I sat by myself in the lunch room but I didn't care, as long as I was far away from the jock table their minds were never thinking about food.

I got the usuall slice of pizza and curly fries. I really did love to eat, but the less time I spent in the cafeteria the more time I could use to get a book for this weekend. It was sure to be long and boring with charlie leaving for some 3 day fishing trip. I'm sure he had already left by now.

Pulling me from my thoughts Victoria and her little gang of groupies approached my table. They all sat down the moment she did facing me with these ugly mischevious grins. Not like I didn't hear what she was thinking from the beginning.

"Hi Bella," She started, her fake friendship gave me a slight headache. "We were just wondering if you wanted to come to a party tonight. I'm sure you'd love it."

"Why? So I can put in word with my dad that your party is legit and he shouldn't have the cops stop by?" She froze not expecting her plan to run down hill so fast. I chocked back a laugh as she turned nervously to her little clones.

"It's not like you have anything better to do" She argued, trying to reclaim the upper hand. I figured I'd mess with her a bit, though it'd cost me my time in the library. Oh well we did have a public one

"I'd love to Victoria, but Highschool parties really aren't my thing. I've already got my dad covering for the real one" I'll be damned if I know what i'm talking about. She seemed shocked enough though.

"You mean the underground rave?" She shot an excited look between me and her friends. That must've been the one I heard some kids talking about earlier. The catch was you had to be 21 to go cause of the alcohol. They used to let anyone in but people started getting in trouble for underaged drinking and they almost got shut down.

"Yep" I smiled ripping another piece of my pizza and putting it my mouth. Her mouth was still opened and I could smell the minty gum she had been chewing on.

"How in the hell did you get invites to that. You have to be legal."

"Ahh same way you want me to help you, all I had to do was tell them my dad wouldn't mess up the party, and they will let me bring whoever I want" her mind jumped from idea to idea as she tried to figure out what persuasion would work best. I finished off the last of my curly fries as she offered multiple make-overs promising I would look amazing, and saying she would take me out to lunch, and let her sit at their table. As if I wanted any of those things. I decided not to answer any more questions and got up to dump my tray just as the bell rang. She called after me but I didnt bother to turn around. She'd forget about me in the next week anyway.

My next class was independent study. This was my personal time to do the very thing I didn't ever let anyone know about. I could sing. The music teacher granted me access to her room since it was her lunch and I was allowed to lock the door and sing my heart out. I didn't want to be a singer, but it did help stress. I borrowed the teachers guiatar and sat comfortably on the stool in the front of the class and played a few notes. It was always like this, I let my mood and the music decide the words I'd sing. Nothing really came today, so I sang a few of my favorites by paramore. That was until the bell rang right in the middle of a note I had been trying to perfect. Annoyed I put the guitar away and headed for my final class. Painting.

I was pretty good at painting too, mainly because I was very precise. It was pretty fun though, I tended to draw portraits of other people in the class, and give them to them. They liked it enough I guess. Mainly today the teacher was introducing a new project we were going to do, and about 15 minutes before class ended she gave us some time to think of an idea.

Finally the day was over. I hurried as fast as I was allowed to my car and got in before Victoria and her little poodles started harassing me. Reaching the first stoplight from the school I saw a large moving van driving towards the mansion. I was tempted to follow it and take a look at these new visitors already but I decided it'd be best to wait until monday and see if I even want to be associated with them. The drive home was unusually boring and it appears all the stoplights were working together against me. Reaching the driveway I sighed as Charlies work car was parked and his personal one was gone. Alone all weekend. As usual. The house was dark and a bit chilly. Not that I cared I was used to it. I flicked on the tv and settled on some boring soap oprah. I didnt plan on watching it, it just made me feel less alone to have lights on and things running. I'm sure the electic company didn't mind.

Entering the kitchen for something to drink I noticed a note sticking to the refridgerator.

Bells, I ordered japanese food it should be there by the time you get home.

The money is on the counter as well as some extra cash incase you want to leave the house

See you on monday.

Love Charlie

The doorbell rang then, I searched the counter for money and found it neatly laid out by the toaster. The door bell rang again forcing me to move fast and opened it just before the impatient delivery girl pressed it again. I handed it to her and snatched the bag slamming the door in her face. Some people seriously need to hire their employees more carefully. The bag smelled delicious though slightly easing my anger. I Grabbed something to drink and brought it with me upstairs where my book was waitng.

Curling up I took a bit of my chicken teriyaki and flipped the page of wurthering heights. It was by far my favorite book and this was probably my sixth time reading it. However my mind kept drifting to the coven that just moved in wondering what they'd be like. Maybe this would be my last weekend spent alone at home. Maybe one of them I would be able to relate to and befriend. I wouldn't get my hopes up though. The only things I could ever rely on was wurthering heights and good ol japanese food, oh yea and type O blood. I laughed at the thought and turned my attention back to the crisp pages.