"Isabella Whitlock" I answered the lady behind the desk. I was currently in the year 2005 trying to pass time by enrolling in school- but I am not patient, this lady is typing like there is no tomorrow and is having the slowest conversation with me.

"Okay dear, it is good to have you with us, enjoy your stay here" the lady- I think it's Penny- said with a full blown smile (that practically scared me). She handed me my schedule and a map then sent me on my way.

I had gotten here a bit too early- no money, no car- all feet- so when I exited the office student cars filled up the parking lots, all the normal dull buyers. Nothing fancy or expansive though..there was two cars- a Volvo and a 911 turbo yellow Porsche. Wonder if even this time has snotty rich kids- oh well, time repeats.

"Hey sweet cheeks!" A male voice hollered over followed up by a wolfy whistle. I glanced back to see a group of boys staring at me.

"Hogs" I muttered quietly and headed off to my first period class with a scowl plastered on my face.

Lucky me, I got through to lunch without having to introduce myself in front of the class- really embarrassing , I would have blushed my head off if blood flowed through me. I stayed away from everyone, kept quiet. In a runners life it's better to live alone and not get close to anyone- after all to live we have to run, if you ever stop for a long period of time (I give my stays a year max) you get hunted down and murdered by our creator- lovely.

When I entered the cafeteria I was naturally late and it was buzzing with life, disgusting smells flared into my nostrils. How could these mortals eat such a gruesome food? I held my breath to try and block out the stomach churning smell but I could still taste it on my tongue. Everywhere I looked teenagers were stuffing there faces with junky foods, while talking to there friends with a bright attitude.

I felt a pang of jealousy ring through me, mortals are so very lucky, growing up with a family while I watched mine grow old and die, and making friends I was forbidden to have…

"hm.. screwing the rules can end my misery.." I muttered as I sat down at an empty table in a shadowy corner. I know it is stupid to be talking out loud when no one can hear you.. But it's reassuring knowing that you haven't lost all of you humanity even though your soul died long ago.

"then again suicide is a sin.. Sinners don't go to heaven- so screwing the rules would be the brightest idea I have since I'm already on the list of the devils'". That's what I call the list the devil had, the list of his victims he's waiting to pull down to him when it's there time- surely I'm bound to be on the top fifty, I should feel relieved, but I am a believer in that someday god can forgive my sinful life. "Never Happening" I answered myself dryly.

Maybe enrolling in a school was a bad idea, it's only making me sulk even more than ever. Suicide sounded so good right now.. That fork that pale muscle man is holding would do beautifully, one stab to the brain could end me so quickly ending my sorrow. I could praise that fork right now, praise that sickly pale hand that's holding it. Suicide is a sin, I reminded myself quickly.

"hey bro- here that chick alone in the corner.. I think she's mentally suicide- talking abut sins and suicide to herself" A bell like voice scoffed in a low chuckle, too low for humans to hear, then again I'm not human so I heard this brainiac's first description of me. I've heard voices like his plenty of times, vampires. Great, now my day has officially been ruined! I thought I could just avoid all these earth bound immortals, but I never can.

I didn't hear anyone reply but I had enough sense to know they were all staring at me. Thanks you big jerk of a vampire, I wanted to be the least of anyone's concern and just go by unnoticed. Brilliant, I though untamed werewolves were the most of my problems but no, now I have to deal with a group of teen vampires.

"I… can't read her mind" a silky voice grunted in frustration and the eyes left me, apparently to stare at their 'brother'. Great a mind reader, perfect oh so perfect.

Through this whole thing I never once looked up tp their faces, just continued to stare at that fork… that heavenly fork and the pale hand. Hm.. If I had the chance I could use that fork and pull out these accursed wings..

Pain coursed through my back just as the thought passed- like the wings had a life of their own and did not want to be separated from their life line.

"what's wrong?" that velvet voice asked as he broke the silence between his 'siblings'. I guess he was reading one of their thoughts, why can't they voice out things instead of thinking it? It's not like they know I can hear them.. Right?

I winced as another surge of pain surged through my back. Man that hurt…

"Pain…" a different male voice murmured, it had a swang to it…a southern accent that was also smooth. Pain? What is he talking about? "she's in pain and… annoyance" he continued slowly.

My body jerked up in complete shock that bastard of a vampire was reading my emotions. But that shock immediately turned to sadness, the only one who could read my emotions was my twin.. My dear twin brother who never came back from war. My empty none breathing heart clenched in pain at the remembrance- a side of me glad that my hair was blocking my eyes.

"why did you leave me you fool" I hissed under my breath lowering my head to the tables hard surface. I wish I could cry, to release the pressure that was straining my eyes. "you idiotic fool, without you our family crumbled… idiot" I repeated crossing my arms over my chest to keep my body from shaking.

" sorrow and longing.. It hurts" he murmured and started chocking up.. Like he was absorbing my emotions. Good serves him right for prying out my personal feelings to others. "more hurt-" he was continuing!? I couldn't contain my reaction, the first day in a different time I was going to blow my cover that I wasn't a normal human- but screw it, they didn't have the right to judge or pry.

"for your sake, shut up and hold your tongue!" I screeched jerking out of my seat making it fall and glaring up at the vampire who wouldn't shut his trap.

The whole entire cafeteria fell silent and all attention was directed to me in shock at my sudden outburst.

I froze at the sight of the vampire.. This was a sick, sick, and cruel joke. It can't be, he died over a hundred and fifty years ago.. Right there before my eyes, with the same dirty blond curly hair that was slightly longer then a normal male-cut, kept in an ordinary fashion, and he had the eyes of a vegetarian vampire.. But it was him. My dear twin that looked nothing like me.. A vampire…

"geez Whitlock, what's your problem?" a preppy voice piped up in annoyance.

If realization hadn't dawned on him before, the mention of our last name said it all. His eyes widened in shock and his body was completely still as his 'siblings' stared at him in confusion and concern. It was him… lord help me if this is a joke..

"J-jasper" I chocked backing away until I hit the wall, what if he hated me?

"Bella? Isabella is that you?" Jasper asked standing up from his seat and stared at me in disbelief, and all of his family members shifted their gazes to me. I finally saw all of their perfect faces and my day just got worse- suicide sounded really, really good now.

"Em… Emmett Mcarty..? But.. I.. You were.." my voice was caught up in my throat. That boy holding that god sent fork was none other then Emmett Mcarty, the once little human boy I had babysat when I stopped in his time period to pass time…he too was a vampire? That cute little dimple cheeked boy that made me smile despite myself.

But my world crashed down on me harder when Emmett's eyebrows furrowed down in confusion- he didn't remember me. I knew that when humans were changed into humans they forgot a lot of their human memories or all just really blurry to them. But I had hoped and it brought me further down into my hell hole.

"N-nurse Whitlock?" the velvet voice asked under his breath. The owner of the voice had deep bronze hair and light honey eyes.. Just like Edward Masen and his on Edward Jr… but he had the Spanish influenza…

Too many thoughts banged through my head and my vision fuzzed…so dizzy.

"Bella!" Jasper shouted and jumped over the lunch table and came running to me in panic.

The floor came tumbling upwards to me, but before my body made contact, gentle yet stern arms caught me.. My brother scent didn't change.. So reassuring .

Then everything went black…