After those words came from my mouth there was a knock at the door.
"Hey, Aunt Bella." Charlie come into the house and gives me a great big hug.
"I'm going to be telling my story again..." I tell Charlie, as I see that Sam noticed that everyone was here, so he nods at me to start.
"My brothers and sister and I are known by our kind as the Originals. We are the first vampires created into existence. My tale begins over a thousand years ago. My family lived a happy life in a village, now known as Mystic Falls, Virginia. I have six brothers and one sister. I am the oldest of the family. At a young age I found out that I was adopted, so to speak. I was left on Esther and Mikael's door step shortly after they had lost their first child. I was never not family. To them, I was their own and it was as if they never lost a child. As I grew up I found out from my mother that I was a witch. Our whole village was filled with the supernatural and surrounded it. On full moons, our village would be attacked by wolves, so we would go underground for protection. One night, My two youngest brothers went out to see the wolves and were attacked. The older of the two came back with my youngest brother dead in his arms. This caused a ripple effect of emotion in my family..." I went into how Mikael force my mother to change us using a spell. How we were changed. How my brother found out that he was a hybrid. How my father became the immortal hunter he is and how my mother sealed my little brother's wolf away. As well as how I was perceived dead.
"My family, in retaliation to my father's new status, burned the white oak tree that grew in our village. Because it was used in the spell to transform us it would also serve as our death. They scattered with my father trailing behind them, leaving me behind, thinking I was lost in the fires that consumed our village. I then, traveled for months resisting my own nature. But one night, on a full moon I killed someone. After months of starving myself, I gave in. To further explain what happened, our werewolves are not like yours. Ours are chained by the full moon. Changing into something that rivals vampires. Their bodies break and shift into that of a wolf's which is extremely painful..." I'm interrupted by gasps from my listeners.
"You're a werewolf?" Rosalie asks, the look on her face revealing the shock of the revelation. I give a sad smile and nod.
"I found out in that moment that I was a hybrid, like my now youngest brother. My bones broke and shifted and I became a wolf. I am a hybrid of not two, but three of the most powerful supernatural creatures to be created. From then on, I traveled the world through time. I made friends with a line of witches, who in turn helped me find my real parents. I found their graves a century after I turned. I had found my family tree, so then I vowed that I would protected the rest of it from harm. From the shadows, I watched each generation grow old and die happy lives. While I remained ageless. Two decades ago, I had thought that the line of my parents' descendants were all deceased. When a friend of mine told me otherwise, I went out and searched for them. Two decades later, I found Charlie Swan. The descendant of my werewolf side. I came to his doorstep here, in the town of Forks, Washington. Charlie, would you like to tell the rest of the story?" I turn to look at him questioningly because the next part of my story wasn't mine to tell.
He immediately launches into a bit of his background story and how he triggered the werewolf gene. He then explained how we met and why he calls me "Aunt Bella." I find it fitting, since I am his relative. He then goes into our cover story and the rest is history.
"So, here we are today..." He finishes and pauses so, the rest can wrap their heads around my story.
"...You're over a thousand years old?" Esme asks for Carlisle, who is deep in thought.
"Correct."
"How can you stand to wear those clothes then?" Alice interjects into our conversation.
"I was trying to blend in," I smile at her, " I'll show what I would normally wear tomorrow."
So many questions, but so little time. So, it seems.
After many questions later, I tune out a bit. Jake interrupts my thoughts though.
"You know, we still don't know your real name." Jake turns to look at my reaction.
I grin ever so slightly.
"My real name is Isobel Mikaelson."