Charlie looked down at me and smiled as he gave me the grand tour of the castle. The palace was magnificent. The colors were warm and the furniture though masculine in style seamed to fit perfectly. I found my favorite room, a large library with at least a hundred shelves filled with books. Their was a lounge sofa under the large windows, and many reading chairs, two with tall backs sat on either side of the fire place. Charlie enjoyed seeing the look of glee cross my face.

"You like to read do yeah?"

"Yeah dad, I love it." I said while scratching my palm.

"well if you look out the windows on the east wall here you can see part of the surrounding forest." It's a rather beautiful view especially at sun rise."

"Really" I said joining him by the window, I could seen the large see of green and the sun was barely visible through the heavy cloud cover. "I suppose I'll have to wake up early one day and see it."

Charlie chuckled. "hey what's wrong with your hand you've been clawing at it like the dickens ever since we stepped off the plane."

"I don't know dad It's just an old scar I've had forever. Maybe my skin just needs time to adjust to the difference in air. The change will be tough on my skin, to go from hot and dry to cold and humid. I'm sure it's going to cause all sorts of problems."

"Okay kiddo but can I have a look at that scar of yours."

"Yeah it's kind of a cool shape don't you think?" I said holding up my hand to him.

My father stared blankly at the scar, and I watch in worriment as all the blood drained from his face. " How did you get this scar?"

"What? I don't know it was a long time ago."

"how did you get it?" he shouted, shaking me, his face turning different colors.

"I swear I don't know" I cried.

He took one long look at me before grabbing my right hand, my good hand, and toting me ruffly down the hall.

"Where are we going?"

"To the doctor." he snarled.

"Why?"

"You've been bit."

"What? Bit by what? Tell me what your talking about." But he refused to say any more.

When we arrived at the doctors room I couldn't help but feel amazed at the detail. The room looked exactly like that of a regular doctors office complete with a waiting room, fake plants, and old magazines. The only difference was that it was occupied with enough supplies and high tech machines to run a small hospital.

What can I do for you King Charlie?" asked a middle aged, man with salt and pepper hair, metal rimed glasses and a wight lab coat.

"Doctor Freeman. I am concerned about a scar that my daughter has."

"Oh is this princess Isabella."

"Bella" I corrected.

"My, my I haven't seen you since I delivered you seventeen some years ago. Look at how grown up you are."

"Yes well Her scar as I was talking about was in the shape of a crescent."

"Oh...dear. That is troubling. Quick come into my office I shall take a look at it."

Then the Doctor led us back and into a very generic looking patient room. Where a matted table sat covered in paper on one wall, and shelves filled with medicine and tool adjacent to the table. Doctor Freeman instructed me to sit on the examination table while he found a large microscope in one of the drawers. Charlie sat in a chair that was next to the door.

"Now Bella will you let me see that scar of yours." The doctor asked kindly and I reluctantly held out my hand.

"Hmmm. Yes. Interesting." he muttered while peering at my scar though the microscope. "how long have you had this scar?"

"Ages." I replied. I think I got it when I visited my grandparents' farm when I was younger."

"How young?"

"I don't know, five or six."

"King Charlie." Doctor Freeman said "you were right to be scared. That is with know doubt in my mind a Vampire bite."

"What?!" Charlie and I yelled at the same time.

"How can that be?" Charlie cried

"Vampires don't exist." I shrieked.

Look here Charlie" said the doctor calmly "If you look at her hand you will notice slight ridge marks around the sides of the crescent. This is defiantly a scar made by teeth." charlie took the magnify glass and looked at my hand. "I know these wounds charlie, God knows I've seen enough of them on the Wolves."

"I trust you doc. But how can she be sitting here. She should be either dead of turned." Charlie whispered in horror.

"Your right unless she was a wolf."

"but that would mean."

"Yes." the doctor replied. Charlie looked down at me in disgust. He took two steps back from me, and never taking his eyes off me ordered the doctor to take a DNA test,To be certain.

"Whats going on I asked." I was scared my whole body shaking and Charlies glaring eyes where like daggers to me. I shrunk away from him.

"My dear" Doctor Freeman responded seeing as my dad had not move an inch. "This bite is from a Vampire..."

"But the don't exist." I interrupted

"yes they do. Their kingdom, if that's what you want to call it, is in the forest. But that is not important. You see the only people who can survive a Vampire bite is a Wolf. People who's job is to protect are Kingdom from the Evil vile creatures. It's a genetic trait that they have, passed down from Mother to Daughter, Father to Son. Now you see the dilemma. You survived a Bite but neither your mother or father are Wolves. Open wide please." He swished a large Cotton Swab around in my mouth.

What are you saying." I asked demurely.

"that there is a high possibility King Charlie is not your father."

"What" I shrieked jumping up. "That's not possible Charlie is my dad. Dad tell him, please." But charlie wouldn't look at me. I panicked and ran out the door. I wondered vaguely if running away from all my problems was a bad thing but right now I couldn't bring myself to care. I just ran, and ran trying to find a way out of the Castile. Large fat tears were streaming like ribbons down my face by the time I found a door that led to the outside. I sprinted out the door without looking back.

It was a few minutes be fore I realized that I had to dodge trees, and watch my footing. I was in the forest and I didn't stop. I was pleasantly surprised that I had yet to trip, but I should have known that was not going to last. I felt my foot loge under a raised root and I felt my body obeying gravity. I hit hard. I rolled to the side and sat my self agents a tree. Nothing felt broken luckily. I looked around and realized that I had no idea how to get back to the castle. I felt my heart flutter in panic, but then I remembered my Father's look. I might be better on every one if I didn't find my way back. With that thought my heavy eyes fell unwillingly into a deep sleep.