It had been nearly six hours since Victoria had left, and it was now eleven o'clock. Charlie had called the school, and informed them that I would be dropping out. I went upstairs and lay on my bed, thinking quietly.

Was I really going to go through with this, was I seriously going to become the daughter of Victoria, my once worst enemy? I wonder what in the world I would do once I was a vampire, where would I go? Where could I go? Charlie was right, I couldn't go to school here, where would I go, what would I do? I couldn't stay in Forks. Maybe Victoria and I could find a place to live, some place quiet. I heard a light tap on the window.

At first, I didn't hear it. Then after hearing a steady train of taps I turned and saw that mane of curly red hair and the cat-like grin Victoria was fond of giving me. She found this all to funny, and with her mirth so contagious I gave a small grin of my own. I crossed the length of the room and opened the window. She jumped in a smooth and graceful movement, suddenly standing next to me. She smiled at me, with that toothy grin of hers. I looked at her eyes, and noticed that they were slightly faded from their usually wine coloring to an almost brown.

"I ran into a rather large wild dog after my hunt. Although not the best I've ever had…it certainly wasn't the worst." I looked at her funny, but she put up a hand and dismissed my words.

"Isabella, we need to begin." I nodded, and led her to Charlie's room. Charlie was in there, his hands on his head while he slumped on the side of the bed.

Not saying a single word, he got up. He moved towards me, and slowly, he hugged me goodbye. I returned the hug with only a few tears falling down my cheek.

He pulled back, and I noticed something, just this once. My dad smelled like the rain, he smelled exactly the way a forest did after a good rainfall. He looked me in the eyes, and for the first time I really saw the resemblance he and I shared. Both pale white skin, the same chocolate hair, the large blue eyes, and the same thin body shape. He smiled, and left the room. I soon felt cold, thin arms warp gently around me, and a cold chin rest daintily upon my shoulder. "Are you sure you want this Isabella?" My future mother purred in my ear. I nodded, and bent my neck at angle that made it easily accessible. In a quick swoop, I was in Victoria's arms, and she laid me softly on the bed.

She leaned over, and with a quick snap of her jaw, she injected the venom into me, she drew back, before she could even taste my blood, she walked slowly around the bed, and laid next to me, her hands folded over her stomach as she watched me.

I could feel the fire coursing through me, burning me alive. It seemed like I was being set ablaze from the inside out, no fire could surely burn this hot! I writhed in pain; I struggled with all my might, my breathing hitched as a stabbing pain ripped up my sides. I tried to scream, but my throat was clogged up with blood, my blood, as it seeped from the wounds.

I felt paralyzed soon, my muscles were cramping, but the stillness soon ended as I began to spasm painfully, suddenly I heard a sickening snap! I looked down to see one of my legs not only dislocated at the hip, but the bones seemed to be breaking apart and reattaching themselves.

The skin on that leg seemed to stretch and tear, tightening and hardening. It soon spread to the next leg, and remained there, working on the lower half of my body for many hours. After dealing with the skin and bone, it was time to hit the middle. The muscles were starting to spasm, being pulled like my skin, healing old wounds and tearing apart my ligaments and tendons.

Next, the pain spread up to my waist. Contracting once again, my muscles were once again in a panic; never stopping, now my whole lower body was in pain, not to mention I felt like I was burning alive. Victoria was stroking my hair, which was now soaked in sweat. She cradled my head to her chest. She let out a small, bitter laugh and said in a dark whisper "And they say childbirth is the hardest thing a woman can do." I would have replied, if I weren't so busy trying NOT to scream.

My whole body was now cracking, stretching, moving and breaking.

And this continued for another twenty-two hours. After that, I was allowed a small moment of rest. Victoria leaned over me and spoke quietly, "Isabella, your body has now adjusted to the venom, and now it must absorb the new cells you are generating, this will be just as painful my dear."

Boy, she wasn't kidding!! At first, my whole body felt hot, heavy, and full of sand. I couldn't move at all, although I felt like I should be thrashing wildly. I felt my organs slowly shutting down, none of the vital ones at first. Then, I started to feel my organs moving inside of me, going to other places that would allow them to work better. CRACK! Was the sound as my cartilage slid and constricted around bone and muscle tissue. My face felt like I was being slugged repeatedly with brass knuckles, and all of my body felt constricted at the same time, my body was literally tearing itself down and building itself back up. My scalp felt raw and sunburned when all of a sudden I felt like my hair was being yanked out by the roots, it was moving too!

Alice's voice came back to me, "We are predators…we are physically attractive to our prey…we are dangerous to humans."

So, my body was attempting to become more beautiful in a process that would normally take eight years of intense surgery, all stuffed down into three days. Wonderful, absolutely freaking wonderful.

My body stiffened, here came the hard part! My bones where now growing, thanks to the new cells, all of my scars were fading away. My eyes sizzled as they were slowly morphed into that of a vampires, the rods and cones that control vision getting the kick start of a lifetime! My ears twisted and reshaped with the new cartilage that would allow me to hear well. My nose suddenly cleared as it adjusted to the new parts as well.

My heart was really hurting, it was slowing down…I was dieing.

No regrets, and no turning back.

Slowly, all of my internal organs shut down, I was now complete with day two of this living hell.

The next part was not so much painful, but terrifying. Well that was a lie, it most certainly was painful. But, not in the sense your probably thinking, it was painful mentally. I was seeing things; I was seeing everyone I had ever known flash before my eyes. I was watching them with new eyes though. I was seeing the best method of attack, the best method of draining them. I could hear their hearts beating, their pulses thudding in my ear. Slowly, it all faded to a dim light. My heart was still beating…but barely just. I was almost dead, only a few seconds between eternity and myself, my vision blurred and the last thing I heard was Victoria's soothing voice

"Sleep well my darling Isabella, for it will be the last time you are graced with oblivion…"

My mothers voice drifted off, and there I lay, dead as dust. Well, from what I would remember later on, dead until dawn, actually.

In my final sleep, I had many dreams, all problems in my human life were absolved, and I was finally free.

But, one thing haunted my dreams. It was those sad, amber eyes. Eyes that had seen too much, eyes too old to be held by the eternally youthful face they were set in, eyes that stared at me longlingly, lovingly even.

I knew those eyes…only a few vampires I had ever seen had eyes such as that. Those were Cullen eyes, although…I had the strangest feeling…they were not Edward's eyes….

I was starting to come around, my head felt numb and heavy. "Good morning sleepy head!" Cackled my insane mother, I looked up and saw Victoria sitting next to me, half a foot away from me.

"I thought vampire didn't get headaches." Even as a vampire, I sounded a bit whiney to my ears.

"Would you like to see the new you, daughter?" Had Victoria been alive, she would have been crying with joy.

They were both soon in the bathroom, Victoria smiling proudly, Bella in near shock from what she saw.

There stood something that was not human Bella. There stood Isabella the vampire.

-Full Bella's point of view-

I saw something, something that had my heart still been beating, I assure you that it would have stopped.

My hair was now a light milk chocolate color, with random and very thin streaks of light blonde that lightened the tone barely. My hair was now very wavy, and bouncy too, grazing my lower back.

My skin had been pale before, but now it was chalk white and smooth as marble. All of my baby fat had gone, leaving lean and angular features. My lips were a little fuller, and my eyes were still wide and innocent looking, almost angelic…

My eyes, they were a deep wine red.

I was thinner now, skinny in the extreme without being anorexic. I looked a little like Alice, in a weird way. My breasts were larger, not by a lot, maybe two-cup sizes at the most. I was lean, not really curvy, I had curves sure, but they weren't extremely noticeable. I looked more delicate for some reason, more fragile than ever. I had muscles, not for strength but for grace and stealth, I looked like a dancer.

Victoria leaned over and smelled my hair, and her eyes rolled back in pleasure. She stumbled back a little, holding onto the doorframe for support. In a flash, I was by her side, holding her.

"Victoria! What happened?" My face contorted with concern. What could make a six hundred year old vampire act like this? She looked up at me, her eyes flashing with confusion.

"Your scent, it-its intoxicating! Like flowers almost, but sugary at the same time, it's a very cool and smooth scent, I-I don't think I've ever smelled anything like it." When a six hundred year old vampire who's normally smoother than ice but is stumbling fro words, trust me, you know something is wrong…or at least very off.

"That may be your gift, I wonder..." I looked at her, confused once more. "What I mean to say is, your scent...its strong enough for a human to smell it. To vampires, it's strong, but I have a feeling it would be even stronger on humans." She giggled a little. "You remind me of the Oleander flower. Sweet, beautiful, and delicate. But, also like it, my dear you are extremely deadly. If I am right, then this is only one part of your gift." There was long pause as I stood there, trying to put it all together with little success.

"Are you hungry?" Victoria broke the awkward silence, I blinked. Hungry?? Then, I felt that overwhelming thirst. I could smell Charlie's delightful scent. I clutched my stomach and leaned over. "Oh God…" Victoria quickly helped me up, and with a groan I followed her. Within the beat of a heart we were out of my bedroom window, speeding towards the tree line that was closest. Once we were about twenty yards into the forest, we stopped. "Isabella, search and find your prey. Let your nose and instincts tell you what to do, it'll be easier that way. " Victoria instructed this all in rapid fire order.

I tilted my head barely, and quickly caught a scent that smelled almost mouthwatering. I felt my legs surge forth; Bella wasn't in control right now, not the rational me. No, Isabella the newborn vampire, correction, Isabella the hungry newborn vampire was in control right now. I ran at top speed, Victoria behind me by about forty yards. We had stumbled upon a heard of dear. I ran, jumping upon the dear as they ran, panic stricken. I broke their necks, killing three of them. I drained them all quickly, lapping their blood greedily.

Soon, I stumbled back. I was covered in blood and fur. I was staring down at the gruesome scene; I had killed two bucks and doe. Their eyes glazed over in death and panic. God…I felt so guilty…here I was killing a defenseless dear! Victoria patted me on the back. "Isabella, I know I can offer no console over this, but it is better this way. They would have died, and for what? Old age, now they have moved on with purpose." Her cold arms wrapped around my frame, pulling my close. Here she was, once my enemy, now my mother. I returned the embrace, she was all that I had now, Charlie would eventually die, and so would Renee and Phil.

We returned back to the house, Charlie was gone, having left a note, something was wrong with Billy and he was going to be gone for a little while.

"Victoria…tell me…where will we go now? We cannot stay here…" This was all that I said, for some reason, I felt like I didn't need to speak. Victoria understood me, there was no need for words.

She looked at me, a giant smile on her face. "My dearest Isabella, how would you feel about Europe? England, even? " For some reason, it appealed to me. It was far away from here and the memories, I would finally be free. I grinned back at her, this would be fun,

I left a note for my father, explaining everything in detail, where we were going I carefully made clear. We would be heading to London, and I explained that once we got there, I call if I had to fight off a pack of vampires. –I made sure to let him know that I was kidding, other wise he would fly out there and drag me back, vampire or not.-

We went upstairs, and I began to pack. As it turned out, Victoria was a lucrative businesswoman when she had not been feasting on her clients –which she now swore to stop.—She had plenty of money, so that was of little problem.

We got my stuff together, most of my clothes, some toiletries such as shampoo, soap and mouth wash along with some of my favorite books, stuffed it all into only three suitcases and actually ran to the nearest airport. We bought tickets under the names Katherine and Marianna Blair, the names of two of Victoria's closest friends. We caught the nearest plain, and as soon as we boarded we immediately regretted not buying first class. Coach, to say the least, when it lasts for forty-eight hours is the equivalent of eternal damnation.

Although, we found some entertainment by reading, watching the in-flight movie, and tormenting any of the passengers who aggravated us. Victoria, being of a time before electronics, was not especially up to date on modern technology. After stealing a game boy from an eight year old boy –something she'd thought I'd like to play with, but I was to busy reading. Intent on finding out its purpose, Victoria managed to get pretty far in Mario Brothers before the battery died. She'd been so upset she crushed it in her hands.—

When we finally landed, we got off of the plane quickly. When we were actually inside the airport, we both headed to the pay phones. After pick pocketing a few strangers of change, Victoria made a quick phone call to some old friends, asking if we could stay with them. The woman who had answered had been so shocked about Victoria having a daughter they insisted we come over immediately. We agreed to, of course, having no place to stay. Victoria wrote down the address and said good-bye. I called Charlie after finding out the international area code.

"Hello Swan residence, this is Charlie."

"Hey Charlie, its Bella! We made it here safely. How is everything?" I was overjoyed to hear Charlie talking, I had missed him dearly, more than I thought I would. There was a long pause on the other end of the phone.

"Not good Bella…Billy's dead."

Shock flooded through me like a raging torrent. Billy? Dead? Did those words even belong together?

"Wh-what? How?!" Was all I managed to stammer out. Victoria looked at me, worry veiling her face like a sheet.

"We aren't really sure Bella, it looks like natural causes. The corners looking him over right now."

Charlie's voice sounded dead, it was hushed and frozen with sadness and regret, feeling like he could have done more. Victoria told me to wait here, she was going to interchange our money with British currency. I only nodded dully.

"Where is Jacob, how is he?" Once again, another long pause.

"Jacob's bad Bells, he's taking it pretty hard. He's been asking for you…a lot."

Many emotions hit me at once, sorrow for Jacob's loss, confusion as to why he would ask for me, and anger –of which I am ashamed.-- Why was it, that after all this time of pushing me away and treating me like a pariah he suddenly needed me?

"Look, Bells I gotta go. I've gotta go down there and talk with the coroner, see if he knows anything else. Call me when you can Bella." And with that, he hung up. Victoria walked back with a few things of European tender, I had never seen such odd money before.

We walked outside, and called for a taxi. While we waited for it to pull up, I explained everything that happened to Victoria. She patted my shoulder, and told me not to worry. This kind've thing happened all the time, and as a vampire I would have to get used to it, mortals died, it was simple fact. The taxi pulled up and we loaded our things into the trunk. We arrived in a neighborhood filled with Victoria styled homes, after getting our luggage and paying the driver, they sped off into the night.

We walked off the sidewalk and up the steps of the rain soaked stoop. Victoria knocked, and not a second later a young woman appeared. She was very pretty, with pale skin set against curly short black hair and shocking yellow eyes. –Another vegetarian, I see.-Were my only thoughts. We walked in, setting my bags down I noticed how beautiful it all looked. The walls were a deep crisp auburn, with high stone ceilings. The floor was hard wood with large thick oriental rugs. The furniture was original Victorian styled. The young woman introduced herself as Elizabeth. She seemed friendly enough, and had a strong British accent.

I heard a loud cough, and looked up. Another vampire, this one though with rich crimson eyes.

He had short and spiked hair, all of it a shiny black shade, it almost appeared blue in the lighting. He was rather tall, somewhere about seven feet. He was lithe and dangerous looking, almost panther like in his grace and danger. But I did not think on how handsome he was, I only stood and stared at him with an open mouth. He was down the stairs in the blink of an eye, he hugged Victoria tightly. He pulled back and introduced Elizabeth as his sister, not even noticing me. When Victoria turned and introduced me as her daughter, his jaw dropped as well, and his eyes widened in shock, terror, and some other unidentifiable emotion.

"Oliver, this is my daughter Isabella."

Oliver continued to stare at me, transfixed, as I with him.

Victoria looked in between us, then finally fixed her gaze upon me and asked bemused.

"Do you two, perhaps, know each other?" Oliver only nodded dumbly, while I managed to say one thing before returning to shock.

"Yes, this is Oliver O'Hannigan. My ex-boyfriend."