Warnings: Mostly teen for language, sexual implications, and violent behaviors/thoughts.

Disclaimer: Guess what, this is fanfiction.

Pairing: Cannon couples sadly.

Genre: Romance, supernatural, drama, family, friendship, humor, hurt/comfort,

Summary: Bella knew this was wrong; she didn't care, not in the least. If she grew angered, instead of petting his face, she might rip off his head. She could kill him, completely by accident. But, she still didn't care. She loved him, that's all that mattered to her now. She had something to live for again. Role-reversal.

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Chapter One - The Up And Coming

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"Pain, without love." – Talking

'Pain, can't get enough.' – Thinking

Yummy – Emphasis

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I was born in Forks; I was even raised in Forks until I was around three. I don't remember much of it. It was just… green. Too green in fact. My parents and I moved to Arizona, I practiced ballet there, along with the piano. I couldn't stand that musical instrument, it was just too difficult. Now, I wish I had stuck with those lessons. Ballet on the other hand, was simple, easy, even though I fell repeatedly. It was the early seventeenth century. Learning anything unnecessary was a complete luxury. I remember my neighbor girl, Millie I believe her name was, always talked about her violin. She said it was beautiful, soft, and wooden. I don't remember her playing, though I know it was wonderful. I would dance to it for hours, legs clad in ribbons from my dancing shoes.

I miss her, I think. She was a blond girl, gorgeous. All the boys on our street professed their love to her when we became teenagers, all while we were giggling at their words. Flattered beyond anyone's belief. I remember the last thing she said to me. "You're more beautiful that you give yourself credit for Izzy." It was a childhood epithet, Izzy. "You're far more beautiful than I am. Those stupid boys just don't see it. They only see me for my appearance. You have the most beautiful soul I have ever known, and will ever know. I'm glad I can call you my friend." She was the only person to call me that, Izzy. I wouldn't allow anyone else. She was a year older than me. When she turned seventeen, we were walking back from my recital, and a bunch of drunken men had ganged up on us, herding us into a dark ally… where they had beaten us both, and raped her. It was brutal to watch. She died in the hospital recovering from those pigs' actions. Someone had rescued us before they could get to me. At times I wish I could have been first, the one to be taken. But, like she said. They didn't see my beauty for only she could.

It wasn't long before a plague came onto our town, a little itty bitty town. It slaughtered almost everyone there, excluding Millie's parents. They had slit their own throats months before, too over come with grief to keep living without their beloved child. Weeks later, they came. The ogres. The monsters. The vampires. My death.

I can still hear the pleas that came from my mother's throat, or maybe it was mine, as they turned us, had us reborn into a world of disgusting hatred and blood.

No one survived, not really. All that had existed after the disease, the Spanish Influenza, died, either feasted upon by those demons, or like my family. They had become the very fiend that they tried to escape. We had become the undead.

We had to leave that town, and so we did… the dozen of us or so. We had separated, finding the other families repulsive. They gorged themselves on what they once were, becoming completely savage. I couldn't do that, neither could my parents, we were still sane. Eventually, we had drown out our strength, and found ourselves indulging on numerous wild animals of the mountains we had traveled into.

Charlie – my father – found himself enjoying hunting after wild dogs; it was something he didn't get to do very often, just when there was an abundance of coyotes or the marvelous hyenas in Africa. Mother thought that was revolting, she loved ripping the skin and scales off of something with blood as cold as hers, giant lizards. She could never get enough of it. I, on the other hand, took a great deal of pleasure in racing after deer, on all fours; it was the thrill of the chase. I knew I could out run them; but I didn't know when they would turn, the detours they would take. I would become exactly what I was, a predator. The perfect weapon. We had discovered a transition from our natural, our intended, food source. We wouldn't be the vile creatures that had forced us to become this way, we were different. We were… almost human.

The North Pole was the most entertaining of all lands we had come across, although it was constantly white, constantly covered with something I detested, it was, for a lack of wording… fun. Taking part in competitions between the polar bears at who could make it to the icy waters, battling the bulky fish for dominance over certain areas of fish, just being… accepted in an area that didn't care. Many others had lived there – vampires that is. Our kind. Mother and Charlie weren't on the best of terms, not since the raid… when they had lost control – only once. She met Phil, a man whom she now was desperately in love with. Even with the life we had there, it just wasn't enough. Charlie and I, we missed the way we once were.

Mother and Charlie soon left, going back to Forks, a town that surely forgotten who they once were, pretending to be normal. It wasn't exactly that difficult, it was the cloudiest places in the United States of America. It was simple enough to forge over birth certificates; nothing had really changed in the past three hundred years. The town was still too green; many of the buildings were still standing. He easily became the Chief of Police, and Renee – my mother – played the part of a pregnant woman. Everyone thought she couldn't stand all the drab and depressing nature of the town, and fled, taking her child with her. Strange thing was, no one could truly blame her. Charlie had become close acquaintances with the Quileute tribe, a small Indian reservation down at La Push. He knew exactly what they were; he could smell the wolf off of them. But, they, on the other hand, didn't exactly know what we smelled like. They didn't know the difference between the scent of the undead and the living, they didn't spend much time around the everyday-run-of-the-mill human. They simply didn't know.

I was told Charlie spoke of me often, about his darling daughter, his precious baby girl. Ha, what a laugh. I wasn't so darling anymore. I was a vicious carnivore, craving mainly one thing. Blood. It had taken me two hundred fifty years to perfect my tolerance for my inner desire. I could withstand it for some time, days – or weeks if necessary – on end, and as long as I had at least a moment of peace without it, I could do it all over again. So, soon, I would be leaving for Forks. To live a normal life, one that Charlie had taken so long to accomplish for me to attempt at, I had spent the past forty years rearing in my senses, once again learning restraint.

I would finally have a place that I could call home. Maybe, just maybe.

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A/N!: Another chapter… should I be happy or sad?

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Jacob was so hot in the movie.

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Bye-bye for now!

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