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Chapter One: Introduction - Part One
It is never too late to be what you might have been. George Eliot
Bella's Pov
What is life if you can't live it for yourself? What is the point of loving people if they are just going to be taken away from you? What is the point in loving if the pain is twice as bad to lose family members?''
"These are just some of the questions I ask myself whenever I'm alone with my thoughts. Oh, I'm sorry I should probably introduce myself. My name is Isabella Marie. I am 21 years old, I have blue eyes, I am 6'8 and I have brown hair with blond streaks in it."
You're probably wondering why I'm always alone these days. I'm always alone now because my tribe was killed by the Volturi, you see my tribe could shape-shift into any animal that they wanted and the Volturi saw us as a threat to their Coven so they slaughtered my tribe to be sure that there wasn't anyone left to shape-shift anymore.
Before the Volturi brutally slaughtered my whole tribe I saw one of the vampires touching all of my people's hands as if he could read every thought that a person has had. Luckily, he couldn't read their thoughts, and that's when the vampire ordered the other vampires to slaughter my tribe.
But the Volturi didn't see me hiding in the brush. You see I have a power that allows me to have any power I want. I also have a shield that is mental as well as physical so the Volturi couldn't see or smell me, that is the only reason I'm still alive today. I vowed right then and there that I would avenge my tribe even if it is the last thing I would do.
After the Volturi had left, I returned to my human form and walked through the village to start digging a grave for my tribe and family. Once I had buried my tribe and family members I collected all the money I could find and put it into a bag along with some extra changes of clothes then I burned my village down to the ground, I then shifted back into my wolf form, picked up the bag and started running this all happened in the year 1250 AD.
So here I am in a little town called Forks, it's in Washington. I am starting at the high school here today. I've been in Forks for about a week now I own a lovely medium-sized house on the outskirts of Forks it has three bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, a lovely sized kitchen with all the latest gadgets, a dining room with an 8-person dining table and a lounge room with two 5 seater couches and a 50-inch tv.
All the bedrooms have double beds with matching bedroom furniture and are painted a lovely vanilla colour. I had great fun shopping in Seattle to stock up on my wardrobe and kitchen.
You see over the last 773 years I have been living in towns or cities for seven years so I could at least go to school and college. Then be able to get a job to support myself seeing as I'm immortal or at least I am until I stop shifting but I have a feeling that I won't stop shifting.
I have a feeling that my life is going to get more interesting after tomorrow, and I don't know why I'm feeling this way. It's starting to freak me out. The last time I had a feeling like this I was nearly captured by the Volturi while I was in Paris. But that's a story for another time because I've got to get to school. I'll be driving my Ducati motorbike to school.
(A/N: So this is an updated/ revised version of the original story. Please R & R.)