It would appear I'm doing lyrics now… See author not for song and artist.

Oh yeah, this is slow suicide,
Feelings that I can't disguise,
And never will be reconciled,
Oh something inside has died.

'Throughout the vast shadowy world of ghosts and demons there is no figure so terrible, no figure so dreaded and abhorred, yet looked upon with such fearful fascination, as the vampire, who is himself, nether ghost nor demon, but yet who partakes the dark natures and possesses the mysterious and terrible qualities of both.'

I looked at the words that had shown up on the ancient computer screen. Had I really become a vampire?

Yes, I could tell that Victoria and James were defiantly vampires. They murdered my mother and step father by drinking their blood. Their eyes reflected their diet and they would sparkle in the sun. Oh, and they bit me. All the same, I didn't feel like a creature that possessed the qualities found in both demons and ghosts. I actually felt normal.

I didn't burn in the sun. I didn't go out hunting humans. I didn't sleep in coffins. I didn't sleep at all which was one of the reasons I was up at four in the morning on a school night. The other reason was pure curiosity. After my change, I didn't feel any need to kill a human which was why I had ended up at my father's house in Forks, Washington. I was sent to live with him because he was my only other living relative. Luckily for me, those few days back in Phoenix were very cloudy, matching my mood and saving myself from becoming a science autopsy.

Despite everything, I couldn't help but be inquisitive about my change and what came with it. Most of the time, things were the same. I was still the same clumsy girl that would trip over her own feet if she wasn't paying attention. I would still end up flat on my face whether I liked it or not. It was just like that and I knew that when I was human, because I certainly wasn't one anymore. I'd stepped out into the sun once and my skin started to glow and sparkle like diamonds. I found that I had strength and that things wouldn't hurt me so much, like falling, which I tended to do often. I hadn't felt any ravenous hunger overcome me and my eyes were still the same shade as before, matching my boring brown hair. I was plain, and it was as simple as that.

That was why I was so worried. I didn't know if I was a true vampire. Charlie had got me into the local high school and I didn't know if I would jump out and attack a student. I didn't want to kill people, it was wrong. You don't get told that as a child, you just know. It stays with you for the rest of your life, or at least, you hope it does. I wasn't leading a normal life anymore and I didn't know what tomorrow, or rather today would bring.

I didn't think it would annoy me, not being able to sleep but after a while, I found I had absolutely nothing to do. I just didn't get tired anymore. As much as I'd like to fall into a peaceful sleep where I wasn't constantly worrying whether I would kill someone or traumatized by images of my mother dying and Phil in a bloody heap on the floor, I couldn't. Sleep was the one thing I craved and missed the most from my human life. Lack of slumber kept me up, quite literally at night. I had read every book in my bookshelf and the internet would keep getting boring. I couldn't go down and watch some TV because it would wake Charlie and I couldn't go out because Charlie could wake up and wonder where I was.

So, each night I was stuck in my room with a deadly slow computer, books I could read by heart and myself, wide awake. This was one of those nights and I'd decided to work out if I could find out a little more about myself.

Forks was a very quiet and a very wet town. It rained almost constantly and even though I missed the sun, I was glad for the protection of clouds. News spread like wildfire. That was one of the reasons I was dreading the next upcoming hours. If people found out I wasn't normal I don't know what I'd do. I'd probably end up running from the main office as fast as I could. On the other hand, I didn't know if I could handle people staring at me, whispering things that I could hear. The other bonus from the change was heightened senses and you'd think that would help my balance but nope. Even when I was human I would get completely nervous if anyone started looking at me. I was totally plain too, guys didn't show any interest in me but maybe that was because they had seen me go through the hormone stage. Maybe this would be a new start.

By the time the sun rose, I was sitting on my rocking chair resting my head against my right knee. It was around that time when I realised I was meant to be in bed. Charlie would check up on me when he knew it was time for me to get up. He had to get up early himself because of his job at the police station but I think he would freak if he found out his daughter could never sleep and became a disco ball in the sun. Of course, it wasn't only him. Anyone would.

It was warm most of the time and occasionally I would stay in my bed when I noticed the cold but that wasn't often. I could go out in a bikini – not that I would at all. I just didn't work with bikinis and they didn't work with me. We had a good mutual, distant relationship and I wanted to keep it that way – and I wouldn't feel a change in temperature. I heard a knock at my door and I rolled over to see Charlie step into my room.

"Hey Bells, I was just coming to wake you. Glad to see you up, it's time for school."

I smiled at him. "Thanks dad." He closed the door behind him. My father had still loved my mother but he let her go because he cared for her more than anything. He wanted her happy. When he was told I'm sure he almost broke down and even now I could see it tearing him apart. He didn't show it but sometimes I heard him crying at night. I cried too, but again, that wasn't in front of him. We liked our privacy and that was why he was so easy to live with.

I jumped out of bed and dived into my wardrobe pulling out a dark pair of jeans and a white jumper with some brown boots that went up to just below my knee. I wanted to make a good impression, even if I would get stared at. It was an odd combination.

I heard my dad call a 'bye' up the stairs which I returned just as loud. Because he was Chief Police Officer of Forks he had a very, very random work schedule and would get called out at any time. So, that left me with time on my hands and when ever that happened to me, my mind would relax into itself and start prodding me with images I didn't want to see.

Grabbing a bowl of cereal from the kitchen, I slumped down into the wooden chair. Charlie had never been, how shall I put it, graceful in the kitchen. Before I got to Forks he had been living off of take aways or just taking something when he was out. After living with my mother, I had no choice but to learn how to cook. Her crazy, weekly obsessions left me with no choice. And besides, it was fun.

Somehow or other, he had got his hands on a car for me. Totally free and okay, it was a little old but at least I didn't have to be dropped off in a cruiser each day for school. That small hitch was worth it. Charlie had gotten it from an old friend of his, Billy Black. When I was younger, Charlie and Billy would often go fishing – they still did – and bring Billy's children and me along. I would normally play with his daughters but he also had a younger son called Jacob. The car was in fact a truck. An old 1953 red Chevrolet pick up truck. It had somehow got the name 'The Thing' and it had attitude. I liked it.

It was also where I was heading to now.

The school was easy to find. Forks was a small town and everything was basically off the main road. Charlie had given me no genuine directions on how to get to the school and I almost had to turn around when I only just saw the sign that said 'Forks High School'.

I parked in front of the building that had a small sign near it that said 'FRONT OFFICE'. I was bound to get instructions once inside and it was better than driving around in circles in the rain.

Inside was warmer than expected, though I had to say I didn't mind. Only the wet bothered me and that came as a package with Forks. You couldn't escape it. The room was small and had bright orange carpet, certificates and awards lining the walls and a large clock that ticked loudly. The room was cut short by a big table – stacked with documents and enough paper to fill most of the Amazon – where a woman sat, engrossed in a book.

She looked up and I didn't miss how her eyes bulged. "Can I help you?"

"Um, I'm Isabella Swan." I saw the comprehension flicker in her eyes.

"Oh yes!" She started to dig in the piles of paper that sat next to her. "How are you finding Forks, Isabella?"

"Bella," I corrected automatically. "It's a little wetter than Phoenix but it's nice."

She smiled after the tower of papers was done trying to fall over. "I'd imagine so. Now, this is your schedule and a map of the school." She pulled up a few sheets, handed them to me to look at and then went into explain where each classes were, the best routes to each classroom and gave me a slip for each teacher to sign. She hoped I liked it here and would enjoy the school. I smiled at her and went out into the rain.

Other students had started to arrive so I jumped back into my truck, getting over the fact that it sounded like it literally roared and followed the traffic. I was glad to see I wasn't the only one with an old car. Nothing too flashy or pricy. No Porches or Mercedes. There was only a silver Volvo that stood out as the nicest in the parking lot.

Trying to memorize the map so I wouldn't be clutching it all day, I made my way to block 3 with my first lesson. English with Mason. The school was quite small so I didn't think I'd have much of a problem finding my way. It was less than half the size of my old school.

When I entered the classroom, people stopped what they were doing to look up at me. Something I was prepared for but I still blushed. He gaped when he saw me and that gape grew when he saw my name – not exactly encouraging – and of course, my face was practically a tomato now. However he sent me to the back of the class, to an empty desk, with no introduction to the class. I was glad. I kept my eyes down as I felt eyes on me. Mr. Mason handed us a list of the books we had to read this year. Mainly classics, but a few modern books thrown in. It aggravated me to no end that I had read them all. It was clear English would be boring to say the least.

The bell rang, making my head ring. I still needed to get used to the heightened senses and the slightest loud noise would give me a headache. I began collecting my things into my bag when I boy came up to me. He looked like the chess club type.

"Are you Isabella Swan?"

"Bella," I corrected and everyone turned to look at me. I wondered how many more times I'd have to do that today.

"Where's your next class?"

I pulled out my timetable from my bag. "Um, Government with Jefferson, in building six."

"I'm headed to building four. I could show you the way… I'm Eric."

I smiled, hoping he would go away. "Thanks."

Donning our jackets, we started walking through the puddles towards our next classes. My conscience was telling me that building four was no where near building six. I suppressed a sigh.

"So, this is different to Phoenix, is it?"

"Yep."

"It doesn't rain much there, does it?"

"Not a lot, no."

"Wow, what's that like?"

"Warm and sunny." This guy was supposed to be clever or was that just me getting my stereotypes mixed up?

"You don't look tanned."

"My mother was part albino." I mentally cringed as I made the joke. The one piece of information I wanted to keep to myself and I had given it away to the first person who introduced themselves.

He studied my face apprehensively and I was relieved when he didn't seem to notice my slip up.

"Well, good luck in there. Jefferson's meant to be hell." I raised an eyebrow. "Maybe we'll have another class together." I smiled and went inside the room.

The rest of the morning passed in a flash. Only my Trigonometry teacher, Mr. Varner, made me introduce myself which caused me a blushing fit and to trip over my boots as I went to my seat. I recognised more and more people as the classes went on. A few people would come up and introduce themselves and ask how I liked Forks. I didn't need the map once because people – mainly boys to my utter astonishment – would walk me to my next class.

When lunch came around, the girl I sat next to in Trig and Spanish walked with me to the cafeteria. She was a few inches shorter than me but her curly hair made up for it. I didn't remember her name but I mumbled my 'mmm's and 'yeses' as she drivelled on about teachers. I wasn't looking to make friends straight away but at least I would have somewhere to sit. We went to sit at a virtually full table, where I was introduced her friends and I forgot their names as fast as they came out of her mouth, though I did notice Eric from earlier, wave at me from across the room.

It was there, in the midst of strangers I'd met only once, not knowing what to say or what to do, where I saw them.

There were five of them, each not talking, not eating though they had trays of food in front of them. They had sat as far away from anyone else as possible. They weren't staring at me with their eyes wide open and matching mouths, almost drooling, so I took the chance to look at them. They were all so drastically different. There were three boys; one was big, muscled with dark curly hair. Another was leaner with honey blonde hair. The last was lanky – perhaps the youngest – with boyish looks and messy, bronze coloured hair.

The girls were the opposite. There was a tall blonde, like she would be a model when she was older. She had a perfect figure, as if you should have seen her on a magazine somewhere and as she walked past you, your self esteem would knock down a notch. Her hair was golden and fell down her back in waves. The other girl was small and looked a little pixy like with her deep black hair that pointed in every direction.

They were undeniably beautiful in their own unique way. Unique but so similar at the same time. Each of them was chalky pale, paler than me, and they all had the same dark eyes regardless of their hair colour. They also had dark shadows under their eyes like they were having sleepless nights, or getting over a broken nose, even though their noses were perfect. I couldn't decide which was the most stunning – the blonde girl or the bronze haired boy maybe.

That was not why I couldn't look away.

I could not look away because I knew instinctively that they were vampires. Each of them, with their inhuman good looks and striking features were so obviously not human it amazed me they were even in a school. And what were they doing in a school anyway?! Purposely hand picking their next meal?

I turned to the girl – whose name I thankfully remembered was Jessica – and asked a question that was burning on my lips. "Who are they?" I was surprised it didn't come out like a strangled gargle. She looked up to see who I meant and the bronze haired boy looked at her and then at me.

He looked away faster than I could, though as the blood rushed to my face in a fit of embarrassment. I looked down instantly. His eyes showed no interest in me. It was as if Jessica had called his name and he had chosen not to answer her. Only to look up and say he had heard.

Jessica giggled. "That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who left was Alice Cullen and they all live with Dr. Cullen and his wife." I glanced at the bronze haired boy again. He was ripping his bagel apart with slender fingers. I was lucky to get one of those room silences to here what he was saying. He was whispering about Jessica 'filling the new Swan girl in on the Cullen clan'. I frowned slightly as my gaze flew past the youngest again.

They all sounded old, well, old names, like they were from another time or era. I probably wasn't wrong either. I didn't know the life expectancy of a vampire, or if they had them. My body had been frozen and I hadn't had my time of the month. I wasn't pregnant, that I could be sure of and it was the only logical answer. Even if I wasn't an actual vampire – yet.

"They are very…" I searched for a word that wouldn't make it sound like I was repulsed so I used the only thing that came to mind. "Nice looking."

Jessica giggled again, loudly near my ear. "Yes! They're alltogether though. Emmett and Rosalie and Jasper and Alice, I mean. And they live together." She sounded shocked, though to me who knew the truth, it sounded right. If they were a coven they would live together.

"Which ones are the Cullens? They don't look related…"

"Oh, they're not. Dr. Cullen is really young, in his twenties or early thirties. They're all adopted. The Hales are brother and sister, twins – the blondes – and they're foster children."

I played along. It was best. "They look a little old for foster children."

"They are now, Jasper and Rosalie are both eighteen, but they've been with Mrs. Cullen since they were eight. She's their aunt or something." I had to admit, it made sense. They'd planned it well.

"That's really nice of them – for them to take care of all those kids like that, when they're so young and everything."

"I guess so…" I got the impression she didn't like them too much, which, to be honest, she shouldn't. I mean, they would attack her if she got too close. "I think that Mrs Cullen can't have kids though." Well, of course not if she was a vampire!

My eyes were constantly flicking to where they sat, taking in everything they were doing. "Have they always lived in Forks?"

"No, they moved down two years ago from somewhere in Alaska."

I felt relieved. They may have tried to blend in with the humans but they clearly weren't accepted. They were disturbingly beautiful, and I, well, I was normal.

The youngest Cullen looked up again, gazing at me curiously, as if I didn't meet his expectations. I swiftly dodged his eyes. "Which is the boy with the reddish-brown hair?" I looked through my hair at him. He was still looking at me, with a frustrated look on his perfect face.

"That's Edward. He's gorgeous, of course, but don't waste your time. He doesn't date. Apparently none of the girls here are good enough for him," she sniffed and I tried picturing her asking him out. I bit my lip to hide my smile and looked over to him again, seeing he was doing the same. After a while, the four got up to leave the crowded lunch hall. Edward didn't look at me again, and somehow I was calmed.

A girl named Angela, who I'd met earlier, had Biology II with me so we walked together. She was quiet and it was nice not to constantly have to answer questions and think about the group of vampires and what they were doing in a school. I mean didn't anyone notice that people went missing? That students were killed?

Angela went to sit at one of the lab tables that I was used to from Phoenix. All the tables were filled but one. That one being next to Edward Cullen with his unusual bronze coloured hair.

I walked down the aisle to introduce myself to the teacher and get my slip signed, he went ridged and I almost froze. As I passed him he glared at me with such hatred I ended up blushing and tripping over. A girl next to me laughed.

His eyes were pitch black and I knew exactly where I'd seen that before. I shuddered as the memories of that fateful day dug themselves up.

Mr. Banner signed my slip and handed me a book, not bothering to get me to introduce myself to the class seeing as he guessed they all knew something about me. He had no choice but to send me next to the vampire that seemed to despise me with a passion. So, I went to sit by him, dead heart thumping in my chest.

I didn't look up as I took my seat, afraid I'd do something to anger him and that was something I really didn't want to do. I saw him lean away from me like I smelled, sitting on the edge of his chair and turning his head away from me. I sniffed my hair, I didn't smell bad. Quite nice, I had washed my hair with my favourite strawberry shampoo the night before so I didn't see any reason for him to hate me because I smelled. It had to be something different, maybe vampire related. Come to think of it, I didn't know how to great a vampire or even if there was one. What if I'd offended him? Would his coven kill me? I moved my hair over my shoulder to block him out.

Mr. Banner started the lesson but I couldn't concentrate. Edward Cullen was still glaring at me, like I was the spawn of Satan – which, as I vampire, I think I could be considered as but then again, so could he – or like I had done something so terrible, I could never be forgiven. I hoped it was the first.

The class seemed to take forever, perhaps because I was waiting for him to relax but he never did. The whole lesson his hand was bunched into a fist. He looked a lot more intimidating that from across the lunch room. I dreaded to think what it would be like next to Emmett, the muscled one.

I peeked at him once more and he was still glaring down at me. At that moment, the bell rang and he stood quickly, but because of my change I was used to the speed. He grabbed his belongings and I knew I had to at least, try and make up whatever I did. I did want to be alive as possible tomorrow.

But he was gone.

"Aren't you Isabella Swan?" A male voice asked me.

I looked up to see a pale blonde boy with blue eyes. "Bella."

"I'm Mike."

"Hi, Mike."

"I'm headed to the gym, actually. I think I can find it."

"That's my next class too." He said it with such happiness I wasn't sure whether to smile back or just run for the hills.

He chatted away and I found out he used to live in California till he was ten so he knew – but not perfectly – how I felt about the sun. It turned out he was also in my English class and was the nicest person I'd met all day.

"So," he began. "Did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what? I've never seen him act like that.

I winced. It seemed I wasn't the only one who noticed Edward's angry behaviour. I played dumb.

"Was that the boy I sat next to in Biology?"

"Yes," Mike replied. "He looked like he was in pain or something."

"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "I didn't speak to him."

"He's a weird guy. If I were lucky enough to sit by you, I would have talked to you." I smiled. I'm sure you would, Mike. I took back what I said about him being nice. He was just over-clingy.

Coach Clapp found me a uniform but didn't make me change. I was glad, the last thing I wanted was more gossip going around that the new girl was a klutz before it was necessary. PE was compulsory for all years, unlike back home. I really was glad now. Watching all the games only made me remember how much pain I could cause on a tennis court or football pitch. I shuddered.

The bell rang and I made my way to the front office, with my hood up to avoid all the rain. When I got there I almost walked out again.

Edward Cullen was in a heated argument with the receptionist from his morning. His voice was low and attractive and he hadn't noticed me coming in. He was trying to get her to change his timetable. He wanted to change his sixth hour Biology lesson to another time – any other time without me. I couldn't believe he hated me that much. I hadn't said a word to him and all of a sudden he was trying to get away from me as fast as possible.

The door opened again and the cool air gushed through the room, pulling scents with it and immediately, he stiffened, turning slowly to face me. Face me and glare at me with his absurdly handsome face with ferocious eyes. The look only lasted a second but I was left with pure fear.

"Never mind, then" Edward said quickly "I can see it's impossible. Thank you so much for your help."

He turned to leave without a sideways glance at me and I realised I had to set things right with him, whether it was my fault or not, he had some unexplained detestation with me. I needed to set it right. No matter what happened, I needed to sort it out. His whole coven would probably come after me if I didn't and Charlie didn't need that. Nor did I need that.

"I'm sorry Edward." He was at the door when I whispered my apology but stopped when he heard it. He turned to look at me with cold, black eyes that gave off a feeling of confusion. He then flinched and fled to the outside world.

I slowly made my way towards the desk, pale instead of blushing.

"How did your first day go, dear?"

"Fine," I lied.

I just didn't know if I would see morning.

A/N:Ah, she is a silly Bella.
She just has no idea what she actually is and I do. -smirks- She is a vampire but because of her human traits she doesn't know what to believe. She knows she's not human but she also knows she's not like Victoria. I am sticking to the Twilight storyline as much as I can, changing only what I need to. The next chapter will be slightly different. Bella will live to see another day, do not worry. It wouldn't be much of a story if I killed her in the next chapter would it?

Let me clear some things up. Bella is a vampire and to all of those wondering her gift is complex and will get Edward really confused. I'm good. 8)
I just couldn't help but write this, even if it is really long (10 pages long!) Don't Forget is completely finished so I'm free to write this.

Emma

PS: The lyrics are from Burn Baby Burn by Ash (In no relation to Disco Inferno… -rolls eyes-)