This is merely an explanation of what happened before the Forks drama begins. Please continue to the bottom for more notes!

The pain described to me before was very miniscule compared to the pain I experienced during those three long days. During my transformation, I screamed for Edward to put out the flames as he had before. It seemed like so long ago that I was stalked in that dark ballet studio. I screamed for him to come back to save me. I grasped onto what I was lying on with abnormal strength, barely hearing the soft voices surrounding me. Stop the burning! I screeched. My Angel, come back!

I awoke in a hotel room similar to the one I had stayed in with Alice and Jasper just last spring break. I flinched at the memory. Upon my awakening, I had a thirst so potent, it was hard to contain myself there in the tiny room. Christian rushed to my side, alarmed, and calmed me down, lifting a bottle to my mouth. I eagerly gulped down the warm liquid and quivered at what I knew it must be. Blood.

Christian must have read the look on my face because she quickly said, "It's pig blood. You can get it at the grocery store if you look for it."

Dylan came into the room then, lifting up his own bottle smoothly, as if toasting to me. He leaned on the frame of the doorway and grinned. "Congratulations", he told me. "You lived through hell."

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Sooner or later, after I sat through their stories of their vegetarian ways, they began to interogate me about my life. I was hesitant at first to answer, but the warm topaz color in their eyes made me feel as trustful as ever.

After delivering my life story several times over, explaining in agonizing detail the love I felt for Edward and the Cullens, Dylan and Christian sympathized and handed me blue contacts to blend with the burning red that my eyes must have been. Until then, I had forgotten completely that I had ever transformed. I had been sitting on the bed I awoke on to listen to their stories and I realized that I hadn't even been breathing. I glanced at Christian for any advice, and she simply smiled in encouragement. "Be careful. What you will see in that mirror might be somewhat of a shock."

I nimbly lifted myself off of the bed. Surprised, I began to stroll towards the restroom. I was amazed at how poised I had become. I tried to purposely trip myself, and even then it was almost impossible. I was so wrapped up in my amazement, I hardly recognized the girl in the mirror when I arrived into the restroom and looked up. With a shock, I studied the stranger I saw in front of me.

In front of the full-length mirror was a beauty. Beauty was even an understatement. She did resemble me, but she was so different that the fact that we were the same person was impossible to comprehend. My hair was different, so luscious and smooth that the fluorescent lights in the hotel bathroom gave my wavy locks a little shine. I traced my fingers over the smooth, porcelain face and realized with a start that my eyes were indeed a burning red. They were so intense, I stifled a gasp and heard a giggle come from the other room. My eyes did not stray from my face. I smiled into the mirror and realized I had straight, gleaming teeth. Monsters. I shut my mouth with a popping sound and continued my observations. My cheekbones seemed to stick out a bit further yet the rouge color was still apparent. It surprised me that the flushed look seemed to stay through my transformation. Weren't vampires supposed to stay white and never blush? But as I felt my cheeks, they were as cold as ice; as cold as the rest of my body felt compared to everything else. I'm a freak all-around, I thought. Vampires aren't supposed to look like they're blushing...

As I glanced down at my body, I was shocked to see that my breasts were somewhat inflated and my stomach was deflated, giving me a slightly more mature look. The skin my body was as smooth and porcelain as my face. No stray hair was found on my arms, my armpits, or my legs. I was in pure amazement. This couldn't be real. The only thing that kept me in reality was the fact that I was still in my old human clothes. As plain as they were, they highlighted my features even more than the expensive designer clothes that Alice and Ed-

I grimaced. It still hurt a bit to merely think about him. I sighed. Even eternal beauty and immortallity can't cheer me up. I'll still have to pretend around Charlie...

Charlie! I had forgotten completely about my own father. I slipped on the blue contacts effortlessly and skipped out of the bathroom into the bedroom. There, Dylan and Christian were packing their belongings. As Dylan reached into the small fridge to obtain the bottles of pig blood, Christian gave me a kind look and said quietly, "Are you ready to leave?"
"I'm ready. But first, what am I going to tell my father? He's going to flip when he sees me... in the body that I'm in." It was hard at first to call myself a vampire. It was still unbelievable.

On the way out, Christian and Dylan explained to me that I must make up some lie to tell Charlie. I hoped that this vampire stuff would give me an uncanny ability to twist the truth and to tell stories. I practiced lying to myself in the mirror and found that when I held my face still, I could form a neutral mask. I was proud; I was becoming more and more like the Cullen's as the minutes ticked by.

As we entered Forks, I began to smell something... enticing. I glanced around and noticed Mike and Ben walking towards the forest near Newton's and my mouth immeadiately began to water. Alarmed and knowledged, I threw one look at Dylan and he simply handed me a bottle and I swallowed it down as if I hadn't drinken in days. I now smelt Mike and Ben without feeling the urge to attack them. I wondered what Charlie was going to smell like...

We stopped two houses down from Charlie's home and I was relieved to find that the cruiser was not in the driveway. I was glad to have the house to myself for a few hours to concentrate on getting used to his smell.

"Here's our cell number." Christian interrupted my planning to hand me a delicate piece of paper with a number scrawled in neat print on it. I nodded and thanked them, heading inside. "Wait a minute", I heard Dylan say. He sprinted out of the car and handed me the cooler full of pig blood. "You'll need it", he assured me. I tried to swallow my pride as I smiled as warmly as I could and continued to walk towards my house. I clenched my hands into fists, nearly crushing the cooler that should have been too heavy for my weak frame. How was I going to explain this to Charlie?

Walking into the house, I almost immeadiately smelt Charlie's scent as it flew into my face. It was as if it were an enormous gust of wind. I stood still and tried to inhale deep breaths, although they made me all the more thirsty. I stalked up to my room where I was hit with an unusual scent, my own. It was incredibly sweet and delicious and I laughed to myself as I thought out loud, "I could just eat myself up." I turned to my closet and found a crawlspace to put the cooler. After changing into something decent, I threw another look at myself once again in the mirror to see if there were any changes. My eyes were now as brown as before (those colored contacts are a miracle) and other than my eyes I didn't look even remotely the same. There was a light shade of purple underneath my eyes. I sighed. At least those blush marks are still there, I thought. Almost as if on cue, my cheeks grew even rosier, and my hand whipped up to my face. There was no change in temperature. Was this a gift? Compared to the gifts I'd known before, this was a little disappointing...

I smiled at myself in the mirror. At least that would convince him I was the real Bella. And I was only a little paler than I was before, so I could easily hide that. Charlie wasn't that hard to fool anyway, I had been fooling him for the past few months into thinking that I was okay.

I wandered into Charlie's bedroom, figuring that it was the most potent place to absorb his scent. I laid facedown on his bed and began to smell.

Two hours after I had laid in his room, Charlie's cruiser pulled into the driveway, and I braced myself for the impact of his scent. He strolled casually into the house, hollering, "You home, Bells?" After some deep breathing (though I didn't really have the need), I walked carefully down the stairs.

"Hey, Dad." I tried to purposely trip but it didn't work.
"Bells... What happened to you? Are you... are you wearing make-up? And wow, you've really got that graceful thing down..." Charlie chuckled, and I immeadiately felt relieved at the lightness of our conversation. His scent wasn't nearly as bad as I had feared, yet it still made me thirsty. I came up with an excuse, and surprisingly enough, the lie came out smoothly.

"Dad... I need some rest. I had to drive most of the way because Angela was pretty jet-lagged, so I just feel like collapsing. I'm glad to see you and all, but can I be excused?" The words felt rushed and I could feel the suspicion on Charlie's face.

"Hm, that might explain those humungous bags under your eyes. Go get some rest, Bells." He smiled and I took that oppurtunity to crawl slowly up my steps. Maybe if he thought I was just being careful, he would let my sudden gracefullness slide.

Once in my room, I thankfully yanked a bottle of blood from the crawlspace and gulped it down. It wasn't nearly enough, but it was enough to soothe the aching in my throat. I was going to have to wait for a while to call Dylan and Christian.

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A week later, when all of my blood supplies had nearly run out, I begged Charlie to allow me to spend my senior year abroad. Charlie didn't trust that it was safe, but my ability to walk around the house without tripping over any rugs or stray dust-bunnies must have convinced him that I wasn't going to get into some freak accident. I promised that I would take care of my dear Chevy and that I would take care of myself. Although I felt bad that he would have to cook for himself, it would mean complete freedom to train myself and to learn from vegetarians other than the Cullens'.

For the next few years, I spent time away from Forks, straggled along the border of the United States and Canada in the darkest and rainiest places I could find. Dylan and Christian stayed by side, and we formed our own unique little coven. After I "graduated" from "highschool", I told my parents that I would be going to college somewhere up North, possibly in Toronto. Renee and Phil had just had their first child on my way out of highschool, and so their hands were full with baby. Charlie was just beginning to get used to my not being around, and by the way that he spoke to me over the phone, I could tell that he was actually enjoying his lonesome bathroom and having the TV all to hisself. He chuckled about how much food really sucked now that I was gone, but otherwise he seemed perfectly content.

I spent the next 50 or so years wandering from coast to coast. Dylan and Christian never failed to keep me right on track by teaching me how to hunt animals, not humans. No matter how much I desired the pulsing human blood, they would hand me a warm bottle of pig and say, "Man up."

Charlie had ceased to exist in those 50 years, as well as Renee and Phil. Only Annabelle, my darling half-sister stayed behind, living in Houston, Texas. She enjoyed the constant sounds of the city, or so she said. With constant phonecalls and visits, we stayed connected. She never once questioned my outward appearance, for she never knew who I was before.

So there was my life for 50 years, wandering around North America, searching for my soul. Until one day, when our coven fatefully strayed back to Forks, Washington to begin highschool as juniors all over again.

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