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Chapter 3- Believe Me

My bedroom was the same as it was before, but I could pick up more details. I could see where I had left everything that day before the…end. That was what I was going to call it. After all, I was starting a new life. That was the end. This was the beginning.

I could feel the hunter's senses in me pick up when I surveyed the room. It was amazing yet very disturbing how without looking back on my memories, I could guess what the human, which had been me, did every morning just by looking at this room. I knew her every step, her every move. It was bewildering to have this information. He…damn it…was right. A vampire was the world's best predator.

I shuddered at the thought of me being a predator and headed towards the bathroom to follow through my plan.

I froze when I was in front of the mirror. I was…beautiful, even with the leaves and twigs stuck in my dark hair and the shreds of what used to be my clothes on my body, I was beautiful. My dark hair was smooth, straight, and sleek. My skin was the unhealthy pale color, but it contrasted magnificently with my hair. My lips were small, but full, and my cheekbones were actually visible (when I was human, they weren't).

I found one thing about my face that bothered me deeply though. It wasn't the faintly purple bruises underneath my eyes but my eyes in general. The red irises were vibrant, almost like Victoria's hair. They were sinister looking even when I put on my most cheerful expression. They gave me chills down my spine, even though they were mine.

Taking deep breaths to calm down the hysterics that were threatening to arise, I told myself that if I stuck to my diet, they would be the wonderful topaz color. Actually, when I looked closer, I could already see microscopic flecks of topaz in them. This gave me hope that they would change soon. I wouldn't have to look like the monster I was.

As I tore my eyes away from the mirror, I turned the shower on. I remembered to be gentle because I really was strong now…bulletproof, actually.

The hot water was soothing against my ice cold body. Like the water, the pain that I had previously felt that day ran down the drain as I focused on forgetting. It was hard, because a vampire's memory doesn't exactly fade.

After some time, I reluctantly turned off the shower and stepped out. I put on a blue v-necked sweater and a pair of dark jeans. I left my hair to dry, because honestly, I didn't want to bother with it and took out a pair of duffel bags. I began to empty out my small closet and put my belongings into the bags. Because of my newly acquired vampire speed, it took me about one minute. Satisfied, I began to practice my speech for Charlie.

After one hundred and four tries, I still didn't know what to say. If I just showed up in front of him, he would probably have a heart attack, so I sat on the floor thinking.

And it finally occurred to me to write a note, a warning, and then show myself and tell him the truth. God, how was he going to take this?

I picked up my bags and went downstairs and set them on the couch. I then picked up a piece of paper and a pen and wrote:

Dad,

I know you have been worried sick about me, but I want to let you know that I am fine and that I am home, however, I can't stay. I will explain, and you will think that I have lost my mind, but please believe me. I am also writing you a note to warn you of myself. Of what I am now. I am a vampire.

Love,

Bella

I set the note on the kitchen counter. I hoped that he would believe me. I…

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud sound (to me of course). It was an engine belonging to a police car. Charlie was home, and it was show time.

I hid at the top of the balcony upstairs but watched him as he walked through the door. He immediately noticed the bags on the couch with wide eyes and then saw the note on the counter. He picked it up and read it.

I watched his face as the emotions that ran across it ranged from relief to sadness to confusion.

When he was done, he set the note on the table and while looking all around, bellowed my name.

I ran down the stairs faster than he could blink and stood in front of him, leaving him speechless.

He looked me over, and when his brown eyes met my red ones, he took a step back, and his eyes became fearful. I heard his heartbeat pick up speed, and I saw the pulse in his neck. I took a step forward, intrigued by the blood flow and thought about how nice it would be to just drink…I snapped out of my thoughts as picture of me killing Charlie burned into my mind. I immediately hated myself for thinking it, and took a couple of steps back. I guess I wasn't as immune to human blood as I thought. That definitely frustrated me.

During my internal war, Charlie must have found his voice because he questioned if it was really me.

"Bella?"

"Yes, it's me. I'm sorry Dad, but please believe me." I begged. My face was full of anguish. The pulse of his blood was driving me nuts, but I completely refused to drink his blood.

He seemed to sense my anguish but mistook it as something else, so he took a step forward as if he was going to comfort me.

I quickly took a step back.

"Don't come closer to me." I warned. His expression was overwhelmingly sad so I added "I'm a newborn, so control is extremely hard for me. I don't want to hurt you."

Charlie took this in and asked in a careful tone "Bella, I know he left and that he hurt you, but isn't this taking it a bit far? I have to admit, you do seem a little vampire-ish with the contacts, though. They are quite convincing." He laughed a harsh, concerned laugh.

I shook my head.

"They aren't contacts."

"Bella, stop being ridiculous."

"Ridiculous?" The anger was bubbling inside me. "I am a vampire! You have to believe me!"

"Please" I added at the skeptical face he was making.

"Isabella Marie Swan, you and I know perfectly well that vampire are mythological creatures along with unicorns and werewolves and other things."

"Vampires are real! Along with werewolves, but I doubt unicorns are." I said with a short laugh attempting to brighten the mood. Maybe it would help him understand. Oh who was I kidding?

"Bella, it's okay. If you want to talk, I'm here." He said in his voice that he always used when he tried to comfort me.

Sighing, I said, "Dad, I am trying to tell you but you-

I was cut off by Charlie's screaming. "No, I mean rational talk, Bella! Not this stupid nonsense!"

The bubble inside me burst, and I found that my temper was no better as a vampire…it was scary, actually. Very scary.

Before I knew it, an earsplitting snarl had escaped my lips, and I was crouched. I could feel the murder in my face.

Charlie was taken aback and stumbled towards the door, which slammed open, bringing with it, the most disgusting smell ever. I crinkled my nose as Billy and Jacob Black stepped through the threshold towards me.

Jacob immediately stepped in front of Charlie, his face a cold mask.

My crouch turned to position towards him.

"Bella, calm down." I wasn't surprised by Billy's statement.

After looking between their faces, I slowly stood up. "What do you want?" The spite in my voice was obvious.

"Jacob." Billy hissed at the quivering boy.

"I'm fine, Billy" he said.

After a moment, Billy turned his attention to Charlie and said, "It's true Charlie. Bella is a vampire."

Charlie's face was incredulous. "Not you too."

"Bella is a vampire." He repeated. "They do exist."

"I-I-I can't believe this. Besides, you don't even have proof." He smirked, obviously thinking he beat us at the game we were playing. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't a game.

"I'll prove it too you then." I said. This was going to be so easy.

"No!" Jacob and Billy yelled.

I winced as I understood what they thought I had meant by my statement. "No, never like that. No." I quickly tried to clear up the confusion.

"Oh." Jacob murmured under his breath.

I told Charlie to pay attention. He just nodded helplessly. I felt sorry for him. This information wasn't easy to take in so quickly.

In a split second I was upstairs. I stayed up there long enough for him to see me, and then raced back down to the kitchen. He saw me again, his eyes astonished. He was about to say something, when I cut him off by holding up one finger. I grabbed a knife, a very sharp one at that, at tried to slice it across my arm. I ended up crushing the blade, and held it up for him to see.

"Satisfied?" I asked smugly.

Charlie nodded his head unable to find his voice.

"Will you please let me explain then?" I asked nicely and pleadingly.

"Yes" he managed to whisper out.

hehehe sorry this is probably the most boring part of the story, but I have to have some explanations, otherwise it would be really confusing.

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