AN- - -just to let everyone know this is in the mid-1800's and in London. . .it might sound funny at times but I hope you like it. . .please leave me reviews. . .ttfn. . .P.S. Bella is about 8, so is Edward and Jacob okay. . .and yes, everybody is human in this. . .

Intro

As I starred lovingly at my mother's favorite necklace I ran full speed. I had snuck away while the governess was cleaning her hands. I ran away, I didn't know where I was going or where I was I only knew I had to get away. Away from the mourning people, away from Charlie, away from the memories, especially the memories, away from everything and everyone, everyone except Jasper. I ran, just to get away, I didn't care if I got dirty or my hair and dress got ruined, I had to get away. Mother's necklace was clenched in my hand. Finally, when I could run no more I sat on the ground outside some middle class house. My hair was tangled and caked with mud and dirt clumps; it was disheveled and frizzy. My dress was forever ruined, stained with grass and mud; torn and wrinkly, pieces of the expansive fabric were missing. There I sat, alone and distraught, looking like some poor, dirty orphan and all I could think of was my mother. She left me here, all alone, she went to a place where I could not, all alone with only father and Jasper. All I had left in the world from her was my memories and her favorites necklace. I studied the elegant surface of the necklace. It was hanging on a white gold chain and had a diamond shaped clasp. The pendant came down in a pear shape, with diamonds all he way down the sides. Inside the brackets of diamonds was a pear-drop pearl. Dangling from the bottom was a circular pink sapphire in a border of diamonds.

As I studied, lost in thought, tears ran silently down my dirt covered face. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. I quickly raised my tear stained face to see who the person was. Making out the face, I recognized as Jacob Black-son of Billy Black who was the brother of the king's nephew's cousin's wife. He starred at my frayed, disarrayed appearance, taking me in. not recognizing me he asked rudely, "What are you doing over here. Are you an orphan or what. Some pathetic little girl alone." I was just too shocked to speak. Jacob Black was always so sweet and charming whenever we saw each other, why was he acting this way now?

"What are you holding?" He snatched my mother's necklace and starred at it. "Did you steal this?" I gently shook my head and continued to stare. He was already taller than me by at least a full head but with me sitting he was a giant; a terrifying giant.

As I reached for my mother's necklace he laughed an evil, mocking laugh, and said cruelly, "Ha, as if I would hand this back to you! Why on this bloody Earth would hand this back to you! You, some poor, filthy, disgusting, sorry excuse for low-class scum-you, who probably stole this anyway!" This brought on new tears.

Finding my voice I weakly said, "I never stole that necklace. It was my mother's. She-"

But he cut me off and coldly and quite harshly said, "WAS. This was your slut mother's necklace. What happened to her? Did she run off with some loser, or did she become an addict. She's probably so whore down with the sailors! Ha, that's it, she's a prostitute!" He laughed with venom coating it; it was a cruel, snob laugh. How could I ever have been charmed by this jerk. He was so rude and arrogant, so cruel and inhuman. A monster.

Again, finding my voice I whispered, to shocked and angry to form a comeback, "My mother is dead! Give my back my mother's necklace pleeeeeeeasssse! I beg of you!"

He grinned wickedly and said, "Well, sorry but I can't let you run off with some fine necklace! Your slut mother is dead so, now I think I will keep it, you'd probably sell it for money anyway! See ya around, and don't you even think of telling anyone about this or I'll make you pay!" The malice in his voice was evident, his threat true. Quicker than I thought possible, he was running down the street, with my mother's necklace. The last thing in the world I had from her, was stolen by Jacob Black!

As I starred at Jacob Black's retreating figure a door opened and a man's deep voice said startled," What on Earth, good lord, there is child! Elizabeth, dear, come quick. There is a little girl out her!"

I reluctantly turned around. A tall man ran to me and quietly asked, "Little miss, can you walk?" I nodded, still crying and slowly got to my feet. The man put his over coat around my shoulders. He guided me into his bright, warm home. I didn't recognize him, hw as a decent looking man, almost handsome, he ad black hair, brushed into a perfect gentlemen's hairdo, a clear face, his eyes were a clear, dark blue, like a sapphire. He was tan and lean and at least 6 feet tall. I saw him guide me into his home , it was surprisingly elegant for a middle class home. Trying to fill the quiet the man asked, "Little miss, what is your name? my name is Anthony Masen, I am a doctor. Are you hurt?"

My brain finally working I quietly whispered, "Hello Dr. Masen. My name is Isabella Marie Swan. I am not hurt, thank you, just a little scratched up."

At the sound of my name his eyes widened. "Lady Swan. . .oh my. What are you doing so far from home?" Before I could answer a beautiful woman came in the room. I just starred at her. She was average height with a perfect figure. She had a strange reddish-brown, almost bronze colored hair, let down in neat, spiral curls, half pinned up with her bangs swept to one side. She had porcelain skin and pale red rose colored lips. But the most odd, yet mesmerizing thing about her was he startling shade of green eyes, they sparkled like emeralds. They were kind and gentle.

"Anthony, what are you shouting about? Who are you talking to?" She said in a musical, sweet voice but spotted me and said sweetly, "Oh, hello dear. I see you have met my husband, I am Elizabeth Katherine Masen. What is your name little one?"

I cleared my throat and whispered, "Good evening Mrs. Masen. My name is Isabella Marie Swan; my father is Lord Charles William Swan. Thank you for welcoming me into your home, sorry for inconveniencing you this evening."

"Don't worry about it Miss Swan. Does your father know where you are?" She smiled a dazzling white smile.

My manners taking over I shook my head and said, "No, Mrs. Masen, my father know not where I am. I ran off when the governess was washing her hand. Of you could please-" but I broke off there because the most gorgeous boy I had ever seen walked sleepily into the room.

He looked about my age; he was taller than I was by a full head or more. He had the same porcelain, almost translucent skin color as his mother and her same strange hair color in a messy, disarrayed style, yet it looked perfect on him. He also had his mother's same mesmerizing emerald eyes; I couldn't help but stare at his perfect face, all his feature's angular and straight. His body was muscular and slight. But what caught me most hypnotized was his deep pools of emerald eyes, now showing confusion and exhaustion. Those eyes met mine and held mine I couldn't look away, they smoldered me. His innocent face still kind.

Remembering my manners, and the fact that starring is rude I turned around and asked, "Dr. Masen, I hate to intrude but I wondered if I could trouble you to use your wash room to clean up before I return home, if it is not too much."

Instead of him answering, Mrs. Masen replied shocked, "Of course it isn't too much trouble dear. It is no trouble at all. If you need any assistance, please call me to help."

"Thank you ever so much Dr. and Mrs. Masen."

"Oh hush, it is nothing. I am afraid you haven't met my son, Edward Anthony Masen. Edward, this Miss Isabella Marie Swan." At the sound of my name he bowed and I properly curtsied.

"Miss Swan! Are you one of the famous twins Lord and Lady Swan?" Edward asked curiously.

Used to the question I automatically answered, "Yes, I am. As you are referring to myself and my brother Jasper Swan. Mrs. Masen if you would be so kind as to show me your wash room." She got up and guided me, as I looked back I saw Edward stare at me confused. He was probably wondering how someone so high up was here looking the ways I was.

Just as I went in I handed Dr. Masen's overcoat to Mrs. Masen. "Could you please hand this back to our husband." As I tried to clean up I realized I needed help, I was a complete mess, so Mrs. Masen came in to help me.

She gently brushed the dirt out of my hair and rinsed out the mud. She combed out the grass and leaves. Then, she washed my face and limbs gently and thoroughly. When I t came to my dress she gave me a gorgeous dress just my size. It was blood red and black. She put the dress on me, helping me get into all of the layers. It fit like a glove and made me look pretty, the dark colors great in contrast to my skin. Then, she took great care I putting my long dark brown hair into a loose bun atop my head with spiral curls falling out. She smiled when finished and said, "You look lovely."

I quietly thanked her and asked, "Do you have a daughter Mrs. Masen? You are wonderfully, helpful and good at taking care of people."

"Oh no dear, I have only my son Edward. The dress was mine when I was your age. I always hoped to pass it one to my own daughter but. . .well I am perfectly fine with only Edward, I love him ever so much!" She replied, talking more to herself than to me.

"Thank you ever so much Mrs. Masen of helping me and for your hospitality. I shall return the dress when I have had it cleaned."

"No need to return it Miss Swan, please keep it and pass it one to your own daughter." I smiled and nodded. She left the room to go throw out my ruined dress. I studied myself in the mirror. The dress was lovely but I wasn't fit to wear it, someone beautiful was. I was presentable again, and as usual, I was just plain old average, not pretty not hideous.

When I walked back into the sitting room Dr. Masen and Edward stood up and their eyes widened. Dr. Masen smiled, he regained his senses first and said kindly, "You look lovely, like a princess, so beautiful." I blushed crimson and smiled shyly as he continued, " Miss Swan, you look as beautiful as your mother."

This was meant as a compliment but at the mention of my mother tears started to pour. Everyone looked shocked and cautious. I stuttered a thanks, "Th-thank y-you Dr. Ma-Masen."

"I am so sorry for your loss Miss Swan, I'll just send word of your location to your father. He must be worried." And with that he left the room looking uncomfortable. Edward and I stood staring at each other, I was still crying.

Finally, after about one minute Edward asked cautiously, "Are you alright Miss Swan?" His voice was velvety and smooth yet still innocent.

AN- - -so, what did you think of the first chapter. . .do you have any ideas. . .i am waiting to hear your replies. . .