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The Party- Bella's POV

The annual Swan Banquet. The one event of the year I absolutely dreaded; standing around greeting hundreds of vampires who were all essentially the same. The same thoughts, the same beliefs, the same cruel hatred to any other species other than themselves.

I had just arrived home two days ago; I spent my last few years traveling the world with my brother Donavan. He was my most trusted friend, my only friend really. The war between my family and the Cullens kept me far away from home. It was simply something I did not want to be involved in. It was ridiculous to me. Why hate someone for their beliefs? What someone chose to be or do with their life (or in this case eternal life) was their business and theirs alone. My entire family believed the Cullens were the lowest class of vampires because of what they did: drink the blood of animals. They all felt they were arrogant people who tried to change the vampire race for the worse, defying who we truly are. But, what was so wrong with change?

I never understood what was so horrible about their way of life, as my parents had. To me, it was praiseworthy; noble even. They tried to better what we were, try to change an existence none of us really wanted to begin with. I never enjoyed killing humans; it killed me inside to do so. Every time I would look into my prey's eyes, see the growing fear and anguish inside their souls, created an invisible gash within me to open. I was killing an innocent being, one that did nothing to deserve the horrors of what I would bring upon them. Yet there I was, the predator, stripping them of their life to feed my own empty one.

I was intrigued by the concept of drinking animal blood in fact, the possibility of taking away that pain I felt to kill another. But I couldn't. My family would disown me if they ever even knew I considered it. Then where would I go? I would be all alone in a world that is not shy about being as cruel as possible.

So, that left only one option. I stole blood from local clinics, when they tested humans for bacteria and such when they were ill. It was the only way I could live this life without the aching feeling in my lifeless soul. My family never knew I did this since I always insisted in hunting alone for this sole purpose. I was alone often; isolation grew to be my close friend long ago and from what it seemed wouldn't be leaving me anytime soon. As the years passed by, I learned to welcome my fate: that I would be alone for the rest of my eternal life. The only one who was ever there for me was my brother, Donovan.

He was kind and understanding, unlike my other "siblings". He understood me. We were close, but he often went out on his own as well, fulfilling his own personal destiny I supposed. He didn't want to get involved with the war anymore than I did so he didn't come home very often.

No one was to blame for my actions, no one but me of course. I pushed people out of my own free will. Every time a man, vampire or human, would try to be with me I would always push them back. It was like I was searching for something and none of them were what I wanted, though what I wanted I was still unsure of. I felt as if I were betraying myself some how, in some way I was hurting myself.

Constantly I was questioning myself, what exactly was it that I was looking for? I could never find an answer so everyone thought I was insane. But I knew one day I would find it, something that would complete me and my hollow world. I had to believe this for without this I had nothing left to hope for.

I stared down at my dress; it was beautiful. But as I held it in my arms and touched the black satin ribbon that lay below the bust I couldn't help to feel something radiating off of it. It was special some how, the pearly white of it was inviting. I put it on and examined myself in the mirror. I was about 5 foot 3 with long wavy dark brown hair and crimson colored eyes (due to my eating habits of course).I was essentially beautiful like all other vampires though I never really saw it in me; it also didn't help I was a very clumsy vampire.

I was an extremely big klutz when I was human, and when I say klutz I mean I tripped over myself more times than I would actually trip over an object. So, of course that wonderful trait carried on with me. I was still graceful, but every now and then I would lose my balance and end up falling on my face.

I had two gifts essentially, which was very rare for a vampire. I liked to think it was what made me unique. The first was a very odd power of mine. I never quite figured out why I obtained it; I could generate heat into my body, forming in my hands first and traveling onward. If I ever lost control of it however, I could end up killing someone. The heat that burned within me could get too hot and create external fire though my hands; which would end up burning someone to the point of death. I didn't want that for anyone, but I was extremely good at controlling it. I never slipped.

The second was much more forceful, I was able to control people with my mind. It was quite fun when I wanted it to be. It was harder on vampires because they tended to have more logic than humans and figured out why in fact they didn't have control over their own bodies. I had grown very good at using my power and vampires didn't often defeat it so it wasn't entirely impossible.

I heard the music and chatter from down the stairs and knew it was time I presented myself. I took a deep unnecessary breath and walked toward the stairs and prepared myself to walk very carefully.

That's when I saw him. He was absurdly beautiful. His hair was a stunning bronze color as his eyes shone in a swirl of topaz and onyx. He obviously did not drink form humans, which was odd to see at my family's party. He was about 6 feet tall and a bit slender, yet pleasantly muscular. Just looking at him made it so much harder to walk down the stairs and as I got to the last one, I, of course tripped.

Just my luck.

Instead of feeling the impact of the floor, I was caught by two strong arms securing me around my waist. As I looked up I was met with the face of the man I was staring at before I tripped. He smiled at me and I felt my entire world collapsing around me. I don't know how long we just stood there, looking into each others eyes. His eyes held so much mystery in them...and another emotion I couldn't quite decipher. I tried to speak but it came out as a sort of a stutter.

"T-thank you." I was such an idiot! I was completely embarrassing myself in front of him. Good going, Bella.

"You're welcome. My name is Edward." It was as if an angel were speaking, everything about him was perfect. Even his name, Edward. It was simple, not many people in this day in age were named Edward but it fit him wonderfully; to me it was just as beautiful as him.

"Isabella, but please call me Bella." I wasn't particularly fond of my first name. No one called me that unless they wanted to get hurt. I held out my hand for him to shake but he shocked me and bent down to kiss it. What I felt then was indescribable. There was this electricity flowing in between us, connecting us in some way. As his gentle lips lingered on my hand I felt it growing warmer and warmer as I lost control of my gift all together. As he his lips parted I jerked my hand back examining it with a smile across my face. I had never lost control of my power, and yet this man made me do so. Fascinating.

After several seconds of shock I looked up from my hand and into his angelic face "It's very nice to meet you, Edward" I smiled.

"Would you like to dan-" he started, but my thoughts got ahead of me and I replied "Yes" before he even finished. He took my hand in his own and led me to the dance floor. The same electricity coursing between us, it felt amazing; more importantly it felt right.

It was then I knew he was the one I had been searching for. In one simple instant he had filled the gap in my heart, the one I now knew was meant for him. For the first time in 80 years, I could have sworn I felt my heart beat once more.

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