Cold Ones and Wolves

Chapter One: Great and Terrible

I don't own Twilight or New Moon, Stephenie Meyer does!

Young Isabella Swan would no idea what she had gotten herself into when she started to fancy Edward Cullen, no thought came to her mind to she would start a war that would last for hundreds of years.

Isabella Swan, September 30, 1885

I woke up from the most unusual dream. I cannot remember much about it, all I remember was how odd it was. I had a feeling that something great was going to happened today, great but terrible. I sighed and got out of bed. The most dreadful thing was going to happen next, something that I have to go though everyday for the society. I rang the bell for my maid to come in, Emma. Emma was my best friend. Though she was a house maid, didn't have really only thing, but she know me for me, not how the society knows me. I heard the bed open and I turned around to see Ann.

"Yes, Miss. Swan, you rang," she said in a hush voiced. I felt myself blush, no one but my mother and Emma ever seen my just in my thin nightgown.

"Where's Emma?" I asked.

"She is sick, miss," she said.

"Oh?"

"Yes, a fever." I frowned, thinking of thin Emma sick in bed. "Would you like me to help in get into your corset?"

"Yes, please," I said. I put the corset around me waited. Ann stumbled with the laces and pulled hard. I gasp for all the air was being pushed out of my lungs. Ann stumbled with the laces again.

"All done miss, is there anything else I can do for you miss?" asked Ann.

"No, thank you Ann," I smiled. She turned walked out the door and closed it. I put on one of the blue dresses that comments with my pale skin. I brushed my hair and put it up in a bun. I couldn't help but think of Emma. I walked out of my room and walked down the grand stairs.

"William." William was head of the servants.

"Yes, Miss. Swan?" He said smiling. I smiled looking up to the warm face with wrinkles. His red hair was now turning gray. I liked William, he was like my grandfather.

"I want you to call the best doctor for Emma, ok?" I asked smiling. "And how many times of I told you to call me Bella?"

"Yes, Miss. Bella," he said smiled making his eyes twinkle. I smiled and walked to breakfast. I quickly ate and walked to Emma's room. I tripped once getting to the room. I sighed. I guess I will never be the lady that society would want me to be. I'm not graceful, it is my downfall. I made it to Emma's room to here people talking in the room. I knocked on the door.

"Emma?"

"Bella!" I heard Emma yell the cough. I walked in to see two young men with Emma. One was looking over Emma, he had blond hair and so quite handsome and pale, he must be the doctor, though he did look young, but I trust that William got the best doctor. My eyes were drawn to the other one. He had bronze hair and pale skin like the other. He looked muscular, but not to muscular. He was much more handsome then the other. I felt my face burn from my blush. The one with blond hair looked up and smiled. I saw the color of his eyes, gold.

"Ah, Miss. Swan, I'm Doctor Cullen and this is my son Edward." He smiled and Edward turned to look at me. Now that I could see his face he looked like angel. His face belonged in art work it was so beautiful. I gently took my hand and kissed it as gently as he bowed down.

"It is an honor to meet you, Miss. Swan," he said was gently. He voice was heavenly.

"Bella," I said quietly with my cheeks blazing.

"Pardon?" he asked as he got up from he bow and gently released my hand but quickly locked me in another trap as I looked into his beautiful golden eyes. They looked like drops of honey.

"Call me Bella," I whispered.

"Bella," he repeated to himself and flashing a dazing smiled. I felt my heart flutter. He smiled like he could hear my heart.