My name is Isabella Marie Cullen. I was born in the 1800s, to my mother and father Elizabeth and Carlisle Cullen. I have pale skin, dark brown hair, the perfect womanly body. My eyes are gold. I am a Vampire My father and grandfather were Vampire hunters ever since I could remember. My father did not believe in killing any creature, no matter what they were, or what they had done. My grandfather though hated what my father thought. I was but 16 years old when my father disappeared.
~Memory~
Walking into my father's room before he left that night. As I walked in he turned to me. "Father?" He sighed. "Isabella. My Dear you were supposed to be in bed." as he sat down in his chair. "Father. I don't want you to go. Something bad is going to happen. I can feel it!" I told him as i sat next to him. He just sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Isabella. I will come back I love you sweetheart." He kissed my forehead. "I love you too father. Please be careful." He stood "I will my daughter. I have to go now. Sleep well and i will be back before you come down for breakfast." I watched as my father walked down the stairs to my grandfather. "Ah Carlisle I thought I was gonna have to tear you from the tight grasps of your daughter myself." Father just sighed. "Father she is my daughter. Please don't talk about her like that." grandfather stares at him like he had just said the worst possible thing to him. "I will talk about her however i would like to." backhanding him across the face. Gasping i ran to his side. My grandfather had always had a very short temper. "What do you think you're doing girl?!" He rose his hand ready to slap me. I cowered in fear against my father. Father quickly stood and grasped his hand in mid-strike, glaring at him with nothing but pure hate in his eyes. "You will NOT hit my daughter!" Grandfather jerked his hand back like it was on fire, and stormed out." my father just sighed, turning to me. "Isabella please go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake-up." he kissed my forehead patting the top of my head. "I love you sweetheart." stopping at the door. "I love you too Father!"
~End of memory~
That was the last time I saw my father. Tears that will never fall clouded my vision. It hurts so much to think of my father even now when that was hundreds of years ago. My 'family' and I are moving to Forks Washington, as i sit in the passenger seat of my sisters truck "50 miles till we hit Forks Isa." my sister smiled at me with sympathy. "Good." I smiled back. I just sat there staring at my wedding ring. I was married to Major Jasper Michael Whitlock. Jasper's mama was Ann Whitlock. She was one of thee most beautiful woman around town. Honey blond hair that went to her waist. Her skin was tan because, well we lived in Texas. Jasper's Pa was a kind man. His name was John. John had dark brown hair and light blue eyes. He was one of the nicest men i have ever knew. He died from a heart attack 5 months after Jasper had left for war. Ann was devastated. Jasper went off to war 6 months after our wedding, and went MIA 9 months after that. I remember waiting and waiting for my love to come home to me. We wrote to each other every week. That day the soldier came to our doorstep broke my heart.
~Memory~
There was a knock at the door. "Bella Darlin' will you go and get that?" "Yes ma'am" Walking my 9 month pregnant body to the door. "Yes?" I saw Confederate Soldiers standing in front of me. Tears started to fill my eyes. Gasping holding on to my stomach. The tears falling down my cheeks. "Are you Mrs. Isabella Whitlock?" Trying my best to keep calm "Y-Yes. I am. How may I help you gentlemen?" He swallowed hard. "Ma'am. My name is Simon Harris." He took off his hat and held it against his chest. Simon? Harris? Ohhh That Simon. I thought he looked familiar. "Yes Simon. I know who you are. You are friends with my husband." He nods, "Bella I need to…." Ann stopped mid-sentence seeing Simon at our doorstep. "Simon. So nice to see you." He took a deep breath. "This is getting hard." "What is Simon?" "Ma'am" He locked eyes with me "Ma'am Major Jasper M. Whitlock has went MIA." I gasped. Slowly falling to the ground letting the tears I have held back fall with nothing to stop them. "Isabella. Dear think about the baby." Ann tried to say without letting her own tear fall.
~End of Memory~
Blinking back venomous tears. "Isa?" I lookes at my sister. "Yes Savannah?" "Are you alright Bell?" "yea Vanah. I'm ok." "okk." she gave me a sad look.