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Let me give you some background information on me. My name is Isabella. No Izzy, or Bella, just Isabella. I am 16 and have been living wild and free for 6 years now, since I was 9. My parents; Renee and Charlie swan lived in a small town called Forks and were happily married since I was born. We were not rich or materialistic but we were happy and together.

For a small time at least.

I remember it perfectly because it was my 9th birthday, and my parents were spoiling me with gifts and cake and I had been out with my friends earlier that day with a party my mom had organised at the local restaurant and now it was family time. It was around 10.00 at night, and I was ecstatic because my dad had bought me the best gift I could ask for; A locket with words in Latin inscribed inside, there was no picture provided because my dad had said I wouldn't need one as they would always be there for me.

I had gone to bed, sleepy and with a smile on my face as my mom and dad tucked me in and kissed my forehead before putting the nightlight on and closing the door. I was afraid of the dark.

I was startled awake by a loud screech from my parents room and bolted up before my body could even comprehend was my mind was telling it to do and I swayed slightly, grabbing onto the wall so I wouldn't trip or fall. I grabbed the doorknob and swung the door open and with a loud bang it bounced off the wall and I ran through it, heading straight for my mom and dad's room. I barged through the door and flicked the light on, and instantly started at the slight of my father's dismembered body on the floor and my mom's lying on the bed, with a man on top of her, his mouth to her shoulder. There was cherry red blood splattered on the wall.

The man moaned and moved slightly and I whimpered, backing up into the wall and his head shot up, his blonde hair flying wildly and a sadistic smile creeped onto his face. He was in front of me before I could blink and stood in front of me, unmoving but surveying me, as if weighing me up. There was blood dripping down his mouth and his belt buckle was undone, his underwear showing. He lent down and I cringed back further into the wall as his breath tickled my neck. "Wait for me." Is all he whispered before kissing me on the forehead and disappearing into the night, leaving me with the dead bodies of my parents drooling blood everywhere.

Everything went wrong after that, I was put into care homes, scared out of my mind of this man who murdered my parents. I had said it was a Vampire, but of course everyone thought I was crazy and told me it must have been an animal. I eventually agreed with them to shut them up. I knew I was right though. I never got adopted and was moved continuously, until I got a message, written in blood saying wait for me, stuck to my small bedroom window on a piece of paper and simply gabbed my valuable objects and ran.

I ran and ran, stopping only for food and occasional rest. I had one small backpack of possessions and my locket around my neck. I eventually ran into a forest, to cover from the heavy rain and continued to walk, jog or run in that direction, eventually I found a small covered area and slept for hours, and, well I guess I never left this area.

I had never been found by Vampire or human since I had been here and I was as happy as I could be, surrounded and covered, and although I felt free, I also felt safe away from civilisation.

I had learnt how to fend for myself and hunt, eventually too hungry to be weak and not catch anything. My first hunt I only got a couple birds, which was hard enough, but I eventually learned how to hunt monkeys and my favourite the Jaguar.

I had make more coverage with old leaves and constructed myself a house, and made myself hunting and protection weaponry just in case, teaching myself techniques and how to climb trees.

I built fires for roasting the meats I killed and also made myself clothing from the hides and furs off animals.

Overall I was comfy.

The sun peaked through the thick trees and I stretched and squinted, many bird calls echoed throughout the forest in hearing range telling me the rain had let up before I even went outside. I surveyed my surroundings, looking for puddles large enough to wash my clothing and my filthy body. I stripped as I looked, not bothered about my nakedness and neither worried about being caught. I shrugged the thin homemade sleeveless shirt off my body and the skirt. I had nothing for underwear, and I was comfortable without it.

I wandered for a while and spotted a huge tree leaf filled with water, big enough for me to bathe in and to wash my clothes in as well.

I slipped into the cold water and shivered as I went underneath and scrubbed my body quickly running my hands through my thick, brown overgrown hair, ridding it of dirt and leaves. I scrubbed my clothes also before getting out of the water and hanging them on a tree nearby and re-starting the fire I had tended to the night before. I grabbed my dagger and prodded and the lighting fire to help it start faster.

I sat down and waited for the fire to light, looking down at my naked body. I wasn't perfect I knew it. Years of harsh living and fighting with animals had left many scars on my body and calluses had formed on my hands and feet where the skin had toughened up due to tree climbing and running without shoes. I sighed and rubbed my chilly hands up and down my arms, producing goosebumps.

Prodding the fire again, I grabbed the clothes, hanging them over the fire, enabling them to dry quicker and sat back down, looking up at the trees. The fire crackling was comforting and I felt more at home than ever.

I had been sitting down for a while thinking, almost so long that my clothes had almost dried, when abruptly, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I twisted quickly, crouched down and backed up against the tree, hissing and faced the danger that interrupted my morning.