I do not own twilight.

Prolog

BPOV:

I couldn't get over my nerves as I walked up the front steps to the beautiful white house nestled in the woods. This could really go one of two ways and I was hoping that they would see my side and that I was just trying to help them.

They really had no reason to trust me. But I knew that they were a very talented group of vampires and hopefully they would see that I was being truthful. It wouldn't help, them not knowing what I was. Being the only hybrid of what I am really had its downfalls. Nearly two millennium of isolation and death had put a pretty large damper on my sunny disposition. I had heard stories and felt the aura of the compassionate vampire leader of this coven and hoped that he would take me in or at least let me stay until I could find a way to hide.

I thought back to what I had to do to my guard. Definitely not one of my finer moments but I won't regret taking his best arm and burning it in front of him while he sat there helplessly. I had planned my escape pretty strategically, waiting for nearly 2 months after I found out about the outing everyone would be taking. Once I had heard of this particular mission, I knew I had to leave to warn the unsuspecting coven of what was coming.

I came out of my head when the door opened to show a beautiful, kind looking vampire with caramel colored hair and brilliant golden eyes. So the rumors were true, this coven really did drink from animals. I had never met a vampire that could or even wanted to sustain that kind of lifestyle but then again I had only met the worst of the worst.

"Hello, how can I help you?" The vampire asked me as I stared at her openly.

"I'm sorry I'm looking for Carlisle Cullen, is he here?"

The confusion on her face was evident as I asked for someone who was most likely her mate. I could tell she was nervous about my eyes. She kept glancing at them as she invited me in the house saying he would be down from his study in a moment. I had never had to explain my almost glow in the dark, violet colored eyes to anyone before. Everyone I had ever met that had seen my real eyes was about to die so it didn't matter what they thought of me. I decided I would tell them everything and not shielding my eyes was apart of that.

As I walked into the house Carlisle came down the stairs to greet me. I'd recognize his aura anywhere. He had to be one of the only truly compassionate beings to ever walk through the doors of my prison.

"I'm sorry I believe you have me at a disadvantage, I don't know who or what for that matter you are", he said a little curtly. He was right to fear me honestly. It was a gut reaction from most if not all the vampires I had met in my long life time.

"I apologize, Carlisle. My name is Isabella and I'm the Volturi's best kept secret."