As usual, I woke up alone.

Breakfast always served at the dining hall; where all of the children stood in line and took whatever the cook gave you without complain. Today it was oatmeal and blood orange. They only gave us real blood when we celebrate something. Usually it the master and mistress marry ceremony, which they do every year just for the fun of it.

I grabbed my tray and sat myself alone at the corner; my spot. I always ate alone, I preferred it. Sometimes, if Jasper didn't have to go away, he'll be my company me with Peter, his fifteen years old best friend. I don't like Peter that much but he kept Jasper safe during the hunt, so I guess I could tolerate him a bit. He's just so loud.

A tall, skinny brunette walked over and sat at the table across from me. Her name was Angela, and her parent sold her here because they're both drug addicts and they owed money to the family. Unlike all of us, she's not a children of the night. No one know why they took her in, except we all know sometime the lords like to have their fun with her and occasionally drank her blood. We could hear her scream from times to times and as rule, we all pretend we didn't hear anything. Angela was a loner like me, but not by choice. Nobody wanted to be seen associated with her because apparently, she's "beneath" them.

"Hey there, bloodwhore! You're in my fucking spot." Jane yells startle Angela so much that she dropped her orange to the ground. Alec picked up the oranges and tossed it to Tanya.

"There, now you've got two oranges. Gives me your oat."

"Ugh, Al, I don't know how you can swallow this shit. It's disgusting." Tanya made a face and gave Alec her bowl with disdain. "And you," she spat at the human. "Didn't you hear you sit in our spot or are you deaf too? What, cum in your ears? Fucking slutty pig."

Jane gave a high pitch laugh, and pushed Angela out of her chair. She was trembling badly and as she tried to get up, Jane toss the human tray away, and what left of her oatmeal bowl, slum unattractively on her shirt. Angela, surprisingly did not cry, just terrified, scramble on her feet at stumble away. Everyone looks at her, some laughed, some in disgust, but no one say a word and soon, the incident was all forgotten. Angela was forgotten.

I stood up, and the three trio's heads snapped up too. Jane just looked back down on her oatmeal with disinterest, and Tanya seems irritated. I guess me almost broken off her ankles really did a number on her. The girl hated me. I walked by pass their table, and I can see her back stiffen, her posture ready for a fight. Jane senses her friends' distress; harden her gaze at me too, ready to jump if I dared to do anything. I considered leaving them with nine fingers instead of ten—just to see how they'll react—but decided against it. Causing chaos was pointless, and the death of a girl with no intestine still left me walking on thin ice with Mister and Mistress.

I looked at them emotionlessly and as I walked passed their table, until I heard the sound of a moving knife hurling toward me. The knife stopped inches at the back of my head my head before it fly lighten fast back and stabbed the thrower in the shoulder.

"Fuck!" Tanya screamed loudly; attracted the attention everyone in the hall. "You fucking bitch! Fucking shi-"she yelled again because the knife removed itself from her shoulder and slammed back into the wound with full force. "Arrrgggghhh!"

"Tan! Oh fuck," Jane said feebly, wanted to help, but not enough to put herself in danger lest the knife decided to change the direction and fly her way instead. "Stay still I'll pull it ou-"

"No! Are you gonna let that little bitch walked away again or what?" Tanya screamed in frustration. Jane said nothing. "Alec?" Nothing. "Are you fucking kidding me? Look at what she's do- arrrrrrrrgh!" The knife didn't pull back this time, just twisted in her shoulder, left and right, left and right, and Tanya screamed was deafening. Everyone just look, again some in interest, some in disgust, but no one say a thing. Tanya fell to the ground, her blood must be soaking half of her body by now, Jane yelped and fell to her knees too, to assist her friend.

"Stop!" Jane cried. "Stop it! Stop it, you win. Just stop, she's in pain!" The knife stopped twisting, but still lodged in her shoulder. Tanya screamed subsided, but her moans could still be heard. "Alec, help pulled her up! We need to take her to the nurse!"

As I closed the door of the dining hall, I could hear Irina asked what the noise was about and the smell of Tanya blood permeated the air. I walked away with my tray in my hand down the quiet hall alone.

Shame. I should have looked back at Tanya screaming face and Jane pleadings. I bet it was hilarious.

I knew unsatisfying sleep was bad for the mood. I guess making allies is on another time then. Jasper was gonna be grumpy again. Hopefully he'll get a new toy in town and too busy with that to scold me later on.

-B-T-

I found Angela alone in her room curling up into a ball, crying.

Or at least I thought it was her room, I've never been here before. It's almost identical to mine, same bed, same size; same everything except on her night dresser, there was a picture of a younger Angela with two boys, possibly twins, beside her, probably a couple years younger than she was. The picture set in a backyard, and judging by the land condition and the state of their, it probably rain a lot where they lived. They looked happy, smiling from ear to ear. On the background there was a picture of a woman, sitting in a lawn chair, looking on contently to the happy children.

The same happy girl was now wiping her tears away, and looked at me with puzzled expression on her face. I guess my size and appearance didn't intimidate her too much; that's good, I thought. I walk closer to her spot and put my breakfast tray in front of her.

"Eat this."

The human girl shamefully took my oatmeal without much persuasion at all, and began to eat. As soon as she finished the bowl, she grabbed the orange too, and ate it hurriedly, like she feared I would change my mind and took it away from her. She savior the last few bite and I gave her a water bottle for her to quench her thirst.

"I'm sorry, you must be hungry. This is probably all of your breakfast." She whispered, and another tear rolled down her face as she turned her head away, couldn't looked me in the eyes.

"I'm not hungry. You are, though. I'm sorry this is all I have."

"No!" She burst out. "No, please don't say that. I'm so grateful for those. I was hungry so badly that it pained me more when they took my food away than when they called me a sl- slu- slut..." she cried. And she had every reason to be. The food was prepared with the children diet in mind. Since we're not human, normal food was just empty calories for us. We don't need much food to satisfy our hunger. They gave us two blood tablets every day to fulfill our need then we can hunt animals later during and after training if we feel hungry afterward. We never felt starved. Angela couldn't do what we do; her only proper meal was lunch, and even then she's never has all the protein she needed. The poor girl looked skin and bones.

"Are you Isabella?"

"Bella." I answered. "Just Bella."

"Oh." Angela said. "How old are you, Bella?" she asked.

"I'm nine."

"Oh." she said again. "You're so... young. I have two brothers just your age. They're twin, you see." She reached for the same photo I saw on the dresser and showed it to me. I took up a spot next to her and sat down with my feet tucked under me. "Look, they were only three back then. This one is Mike." she point to the one on her left. I inch closer to look and nodded. "This one is Eric. They're identical twins but I can always tell which one is who." She smiled, her eyes tendered as she relived her memory. At the moment she looked so soft, and gentle, and I could imagine what a wonderful sister she must be for the boys. I looked back to the photographed her, the ten years old Angela seemed very different from now. Her face was fuller; her hair was shorter, healthier. She seemed healthier. Happier. I wondered if the ten years old Angela knew that six years later, she would have to force to live in the nightmarish hell she's in now.

Angela put the photo away and turned to stared at me. Her hair was long and messy just like mine, but hers was closer to black, while mine had more red tone to it. My skin was paler than her, but hers looked really dry, due to the lacked of nutrient, her eyes was round with wispy lashes surrounded the brown orbs, and her clothes was simple, practical; just faded blue jeans and white t-shirt. We studied each other for a long time, and the girl I saw was weak. Defenseless. I could see the bite marks on her fragile neck, no muscle, just skin and bone, and in that moment I wondered why she could survive that long in here.

"We better go back." I stood up, brushed and smooth out my dress. "Head back to the field. I doubt Irina would notice today, but I don't want to take any chances." Chances are, Irina would probably stuck in the main office, sucking face with Marcus to notice two novices absents. She never liked the children anyway. God knows why they choose her to be our care taker.

"Umm," Angela mumbled, and I turned to looked at her fidgeting, "I don't want to go back out there. They'll laugh at me." her eyes casted down and her body remain seated on the floor.

"Who are 'they'? Tanya's clan?" I flippantly asked while bend down to grab my trays, now empty thankfully, I couldn't swallow that oatmeal if I tried. "Don't worry about them. They won't be coming anywhere near you for a while. And the other? Just stay close to me, you'll be fine."

I was walking to the door as the sound of Angela scrambling up and walking behind me. "What do you mean?" She stumbled and clumsily tripped on thin air. Human. "And Bella, no offense, but you're nine. It would kill me if you'll get in trouble for being seen with a b-bloodwhore."

"One," I whipped around and spoke to her calmly. "Don't underestimate me. Many made that mistake, few turned out pretty." Her eyes widen and she stayed frozen in place. "Two, it's your choice to be around me or not. I don't care enough to persuade you to do something you don't want to. It's tiring and stupid." I walked closer to her space, handed the tray to her, and continued. "Three, if I hear anyone else call you that repulsive name again; I will make sure the deaths that follow are slow and painful, with little blood spilled. And that is including you. Don't test me. Got it?"

Angela nodded rapidly.

"Good. Shall we move then?"

Angela didn't say a word until we reach the training field.

-B-T-

The training was uneventful today.

Except for the stare that follow Angela and I as we moved across the field, nothing great was happening. I started my day with hand combat, my least favorite activity. I am the smallest child in there, and since special ability was not allowed, I always ended up being thrown around like a total muppet. Today it was Lauren, the fifteen years old, one of the newest members of the family. I didn't think she liked me that much because, I swear I could see her smirk whenever my body hit the ground. Or maybe she was just trying to impress our trainer, Aro. Every girls in the mansion had a crush on him for some reason.

The shooting class was nice, as always, I enjoyed it tremendously. I'm a good shooter, and since this doesn't require sheer physical strength, I'm cool. Caius, our coach, gave me an extra challenge to do, he loved to defy me; I had to shoot moving computer-projected subjects, each one has different weapons, all aimed to killed me. I managed to dodged and shoot down the first four subjects until the one with an arrows pierce me through my heart from behind. As a result, one hours of gun training was added so that my "weakness" could be "improved". Personally, I thought he was just a sadist who takes pleasure in teasing young people, but he'll deny it if anyone asked. Whatever, I didn't mind. I missed my chance to catch extra snack though, so that's suck.

I've never observed Angela throughout the whole training process before, but now that I did, I realized, this girl wouldn't stand a chance against an approaching deer. Her combat was weak; whilst she had the advantage of height, her lack of muscle and reflex failed her. Shooting was a pain, no aim, no firm grip on the gun; she had no control over her long arms at all. Her closest hit to the mark was ten inches away. And the worst part was, nobody care.

No one give a crap about her misses.

Caius wouldn't give her a second glance, no one bother to point out her flaws, and no one bother to even make fun of it. It's like she was invisible, a ghost. They didn't see her because they saw no use in her. They felt so superior to human, that the capabilities of them were consider next to nothing. To them, Angela served no purpose at all, except to entertain those disgusting lords. It made my blood boiled, just thinking of their arrogance.

I shared half of my lunch to Angela. She protest at first, but I was stubborn. She needed to eat as much as she could; she's too weak, too breakable. She stayed by my side the whole time, just quietly keeping to herself, and observed. One a while, I could feel her eyes on me, her curiosity, her questions she didn't dare ask. We continued the day, in the field, the afternoon schedule mostly duty free, they left us to do our own things, some went hunting, some worked on their swordsman skill, some went on horseback riding. Angela just read. The mansion had a huge library, filled with hundreds and hundreds of books your heart desire.

It's one of the most peaceful places in here; Lord Carlisle and Lady Esme were incredibly fond of it. They built they library up themselves, and it's no wonder Angela loved it so much. She said this is where she usually hided out most of the time, since no one care about her progress in field training anyway, which explain her incredible lack of competence during training. I left her there at the library, telling her to come find me if anyone bothered her again, and with that promise and a good book, the human girl finally cracked a smile, a real smile, with glints of hope in her eyes, as if to say "Thank you."

And for a moment, I was afraid.

-B-T-

He's here again.

He came to me a lot more frequent than usual, this was his third time this week now, and it's only Thursday. I sat up and looked at his form, tall and strong, his long fingers unclasped the buttons of his black coat, I notice he was barefooted, his crinkled white dress shirt, dishevel hair, and tired eyes, his mouth purse in distaste, it's easy to see that the day had not gone well in the Cullen Mansion. He walked over and sat on the edge of my bed, with his back toward me. He heaved a deep sigh and shifted his body around, so that he could look at my form, still under the blanket in my white light sleeping gown. He smiled at me, a tired smile, stood up and came to sit by my side.

"I'm sorry I wake you." he said softly, his voice was melodic as a vampire should, "I thought without shoes, I could be more quiet, but my Bella always manage to amaze me."

The smile he gave me was tender, almost indulgence, and when he crawled under the cover, picked me up and sat me on his laps, his movement was so graceful, it's unnatural. With the head board supported his back, he positioned my head under his chin, and both of my legs wrapped around his waist, he breath in my scent, and after a while he whispered "I'm really glad you're here."

A kiss on top of my head, "I'm really, really, glad you're here."

A/N: Whooooosh, here it is, you guys. Bella power will be revealed later on, and a lot more things will make sense as it goes, I promise! I have the story plot in mind, now all I need is the courage to write it out. And thank you for those who likes and follow this story of mine! Especially those who reviewed it, I'm really happy to see the reviews. It truly does encourage me to write more.

Anyway, I'll see you later!