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RubyDragonJewel

ellaryne

:) I appreciate it muchly! For that ive decided to upload another chapter in the same night (Lucky youuuu!) Oh and also, thanks to everyone who's put me on story alert and favourited my story, means a lot xD

Right, Im going to end it there will a much needed disclaimer: I dont own Twilight or any of the characters, Steph Meyers does. Her sandbox, im just buildingsome castles:3

Chapter 2

300 years later
Forks,Washington

BPOV

I threw the deers carcass away from me gently with a heavy sigh. I had no one to turn to, to brag about my kill to. I am alone; I haven't always been.

When I was a young girl I had everything a girl could possibly need; no it wasn't expensive items, such as beautiful dresses or fancy shoes. No I had a family. I had my mother,Katherine; though she didn't care for me that much, she still loved me. Then there was my father. I didn't even remember his name. My only memories of him were his stunning blue eyes, and sleek blonde hair; an apparel that would calm me immensly.

I do remember that fatal night though. I remember how I was being tucked into my bed by my father; he was being made by grandpa to go out and hunt the demons again. He promised me he would be home when I woke up.

That never happened. I remember being woken from my slumber roughly; being grabbed and thrown about. I remember the chilling way the wind swept across my hair and face. Though I couldn't see because of the dark, I knew I was no longer safe.

I was right. Two of the demons stole me. They kept me from my home and my family. A blonde man with long dirty hair tied in a pony tail was my capturer. His mate, a fiery redhead was my torturer.

For seven years they kept me in a single room; no light, no food; exept the odd scrap every now and then to keep me alive. They gave me water though. They also gave me enough that I was forced to soil myself.

To begin with, these events traumatised my ten year old self, scarring me with fear and paranoia. For years I was afraid everytime I heard footsteps, and even today I get scared if people sneak up on me.

But that night after the blonde man accidentally changed me, instead of killing me like he intended, I felt stronger. Not just physically becase of the whole vampirism thing going on, but mentally. I was no longer the weakling in this game. I'm an equal.

Blondie and Redhead thought I would die that night; so they left me alone in the room, not expecting me to survive. Guess they were wrong.

For over 300 years I have travelled alone. Of course I run into other vampires sometimes; mainly nomads who try to convert me to drink human blood. I never have. If there's one other thing I remember of my father it's that he hated the demons who stole me with a passion.

I tried to kill myself; I felt I owed it to my family. If I was a demon I must die, is what I thought at the time. Little did I know, it's impossible to commit vampire suicide. I tried everything; from drowning myself (Which only led to me figuring out I didn't need oxygen) to starving myself. I hadn't hunted once since I was changed and I was very weak. I thought for sure I would die. But oh no. Instead, as I lay in an abandoned forest, a heard of deer ran past me. The smell of their flowing blood was so potent I couldn't stop myself from sinking my razor sharp teeth into their buttery, furry skin. It was then I realised I could survive from animal blood; I didn't have to be the monster I was created to be.

Which brings me to the present; Forks, Washington. A small town under the near constant cover of cloud and rain; perfect place for someone who sparkles in the sunlight to live.

Since I was frozen in my 17 year old body, I was forced to enrole in the high school; the very small high school, where everyone knew each other. Heck everyones grandparents probably knew each other!

My 'story' would be that I'm emacipated. It's the most simple explanation as to why I'm '17' and living alone in a small town.

This thought brought me to where I was going to live;I have no idea. I was hoping to find an apartment or something; but there arent many choices in this small town. I sighed deeply, and took off running into the forest; after burying the deers cold carcass. Wouldn't want to draw any attention to the area. I ran, feeling the wind whip my stony face; bringing me the feel of pure ecstasy. I love to run. I'm faster than most vampires; a heck of a lot faster actually.

I slowed when I neared an almost deserted road. Curiosity filled me, as I took cautious steps out of the trees protection. I came face to face with a small white painted two story house... With a for sale sign hanging from a post in the neat front garden. I walked slowly to the house, watching for any humans. When I saw none I pulled the sign from the ground and pulverised it with my hands. This is my house now.

I walked up to the faded red front door, forced the lock open and walked inside. Oh well, I would need to buy knew locks anway. To my surprise, the house was fully stocked with furniture, everything covered in dust sheets. I spent a few minutes picking the sheets from the furniture, glad to find a fully furnished living room, bedroom, bathroom and kitchen; though that was just for show.

I was pleased to find the water working, as I needed to wash my clothes. As much as I detested it, I was in dire need of a shopping trip; the clothes on my back were the only I had. My mud stained black jeans, deep blue skin tight sweater and red (and slightly bloody) hoodie were all in critical conditions and would need salvaging as soon as possible, in order for me to look somewhat presentable for school tomorrow.

With speed only a vampire could possess I got the clothes washed, air dried and back on my body within 10 minutes.

I took a look at the clock that was conveniently in the lving room; finding the time to be 2:30pm. It was Monday now, so school would still be in session. I found the landline and phone book and rang Forks high school, in order to enrole for tomorrow. The phone rang three times before a bored, yet kindly voice answered.

"Hello, Forks high school, how may I help you?" I laughed silently before answering her.

"Hello, My names Isabella Cu-Swan. I need to enrole for Forks high?"Damn I nearly messed up; I was about to reveal my real name. Though I couldn't remember my father hardly, I knew our name when I saw my picture classifying my mystery dissapearence as a closed case on a newspaper stand. In any case, I can never reveal my real name in case those two sadistic vampires decide to try and find me again. Luckily for me the woman didn't pick up on my blunder; though her voice gained a new curiosity. Ahh the joys of a gossiper in a small town.

"Why yes of course, is there a parent or guardian I can speak with?"

"I'm afraid not; I'm emancipated," I explained, adding a sad tint to my voice.

"Oh, okay dear. Well I just needyou to answer a few questions for me, then everything will be ready for you tomorrow morning," The woman explained.

After ten minutes of answering questions about my age,preferences to clases and some security questions, I was officially a member of the Forks high student body.

Now I just have to work through the night; before the torture of school begins. Of course, I could see what tomorrow would be like, but I haven't used either of my gifts in over 200 years. And I don't plan to use them anytime soon.

So I guess I'll wait to see what tomorrow brings.