Authors note: enjoy chapter one.
If a cat always lands on its feet after a fall, could a vampire?
Even if I just push him a little. Give him a little assistance. Oh all the possibilities. I never was a violent person in my human life, I would have never thought of harming someone. But after living with Caleb for the last two, I have changed. I would like to believe that the old Bella Swan wouldn't make an exception for him. But somehow I don't think that would be the case. The wound in my neck proves it. I grab the last item out of my box of personal belongings that is stored in the right corner of my new room, below the window which has the view of the gloomy looking forest, which happens to be a photo of my parents. Placing the photo on my new bedside table, I can't help think that this is really all I have to show of my dull life.
My mother used to accumulate a lot of things in her lifetime. She would sign up and attend weekly classes or clubs that would grab her attention, but she hardly ever stuck with it, she would last a couple of weeks, then changing to something completely different. She found it hard to part from the things she had grown attached to whether it was books she got from her newest book club, the family photos or videos or even the useless knick-knacks she would buy from the local markets. It was something I loved most about her. Charlie however, he only kept photos of Renee and him, or photos of me as a little child. Now that I am a vampire you would think that I would accumulate things too, not just because it was something that my mother did, but because we lived longer than humans. We live and experience so much more than the average human being, Carlisle Cullen, he has been around for around four hundred years now and has lived through so many different errors. When I met the Cullen's and visited their house for the first time I got to look have a look inside Carlisle's study. He had personally gathered many things in his years, many old and famous books, he had photos hanging on the wall, photos of him and historic places. The one thing I loved most was the huge cross that hung once over the stairs in Cullen's house, the cross that his Carlisle's grandfather carved by hand and passed down through generation. I only kept a couple of sentimental things that I held dear to me after my change, A few photos, my favourite books and a gold locket passed down to me from my Mother and hers.
My new room isn't anything too flash; I have a bed, for all intents and purposes, against the far cream coloured wall with a bedside table closest to the door. My photo of my parents wedding day sits on my bedside table. A couple of books rest on top of my duchess with their spines facing me and a rocking chair situated in the Far East corner of my room.
"Isabella," I hear as the front door closes, "would you kindly meet me in the den. I have news to discuss." I cringe at the term of Isabella and let out a quiet sigh at the fact of having to face him. Hoping it might help calm me down, i run my hand through my long brown locks.
I slip out of my room and close the door behind me gently, only to come face to face with the devil himself. His dark purple iris's fixate on my golden ones. Stepping around him I sit on one of the two black couches.
"What took you so long? You're a vampire not an old lady," annoyance fills his voice.
I look up at his tall form which is leaning against my door. "I was just unpacking the last of my stuff." I said, irritated. Not in the mood to deal with any of his crap. Being back in Forks was bad enough; I don't want to deal with his problems.
"Well I enrolled us into Forks High school, you as a junior and me as a senior," he declared with a small smile playing at his lips. Yes, I am back in Olympic Peninsula of Northwest Washington state, back in the nightmare called Forks. This just makes me so happy being here again, not. I didn't get any choice in the matter, not with Caleb dictating my every move. He chose here because of the constant rain and the near-constant cover of clouds. Funny how after a hundred years, some things never change.
"Oh and we start tomorrow, as it's the middle of the school term. I thought it would be best if we hunt first. No! I shot up and put the couch between us. "I know I will need as much strength as possible to deal with pathetic humans tomorrow."
"But, but you fed last week!" I spat out, my hand automatically covering my neck. "Please don't, you can wait till next week!"
"Oh but Bella, I truly do need all the strength I can get," his violet eyes darkening with thirst. He's on me before I even have the chance to react, pinning me to the floor. His knees are on the outside of my thighs, pinning them together. He places a hand on my shoulder to keep me down while using the other to move my hair off my shoulder. I flinch at his touch.
"Get off me!" I yell as I thrash against his hold, his hand covering my mouth to muffle my shouts.
"This is all you are going to amount for in your pathetic, stupid excuse of an existence. A filthy venom whore." He spits out in disgust as his fangs come in contact with my neck.
Authors note: I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, thank you for reading.