I wasn't lying when I said I want more Belmmett stories so that's what I'm putting out. I know I'm working on another story but I want to give it a sibling. Both will be worked on. Soooo with that in mind, please enjoy both stories. I'll try not to disappoint.

Summary:

Bella is born and raised in Texas in this AU. ripped from her family at 16 years old. Maria is her kidnapper and sire by force. She escapes after a year or being in the camps and meet the Cullen family. She recognizes Jasper is her distance venom brother. Will she turn to him and his family for help? Will she find love along the way? Or will she have to run for their sake? Em/B pairing. Rated M. Extreme violence. (It's crazy how I was on the train and this story was stuck in my head so I started writing it on my phone lol).

I glanced behind me I had been running for weeks,from the nightmares that sat in the south. I'd just passed a sign that said "welcome to Forks, Washington". The sun was out but hidden behind think clouds giving more than necessary shade. I still opted to take to the green coverage that was the forest. I was hungry and more thirsty than before. My last meal was two months ago. Being what I am put a target on my back. The things I can do made my life all the more dangerous.

I'm a vampire hybrid. Something unexplainable happened during my change. My change stopped half through. It only lasted a day and a half-the following week I was in immense pain-the venom in my veins still worked its way through despite me being alive. My blood is more dark-sweeter. I guess I should tell you what happened to me; about a year ago a very old vampire named Maria stripped me from my family. They were killed immediately. She thought to kill me-before that she captured more humans and made a game of torture with us. Unlike the rest of the humans that were kidnapped along with me, I was immune to the abilities vampires had on me. Both physically and mentally or at least initially, it was just against telepathic abilities. That didn't stop Maria from deciding to deal with me the hard way. Before my family was killed, she threatened me to join her army and she'd spare their lives. I did as she asked, no questions asked. After weeks, her and her men mentally and physically abused me before bringing me to my "end"-breaking me so I felt I had nowhere else to go and give up fighting.

She's my sire and I was her pet. At first I was more of a pet following her every command. After the event that I woke up early from my change, I was a blood bag. Served to her and newborns alike through her camp daily. I would constantly feel weak-I was forced to drink human blood which hardly appealed to me but when I would go months without feeding, it was the perfect ambrosia. I'd been trained by her general; Nathan for a few months after try initial month as a newborn hybrid. I was being prepared to fight in her wars.

So many lives ended by mine and countless others hands and there was nothing I could do about it. Because I'm a hybrid my venom mixed blood was practically steroids for vampires. The enhanced strength only lasted so long before a newborn or older vampire would return to their leveled strength. Maria knew I was a virgin-saying if I stayed that way I would continue to taste more pure. Not that I wanted anything from the monsters surrounding me anyway. Especially that. If I were able to vomit at the thought-I would.

So I stayed a virgin by the grace of whatever god there is.

At one point, a part of me broke. The other small parts following coming towards the end of the year until there was barely even a shell of myself. I've always thought I had that one tiny pieces that remained as a symbol of hope. Me running away had to be that. The hood the be able to survive and either die a peaceful death or live a semi normal, long life. That hope does fade everytime I settle only to feel the treat upon me.

Right now, luck seemed to be on my side since I hadn't been tracked in two days. Maybe they gave up. I'd like to think so but I'll run through Canada if I have to.

I heard sounds of the woods; birds, the light steps of what would possibly be dear, the rumble in a cougars chest. It was almost peaceful. The temperature was fair, not that it looked that way with the clouds but even if ut were cold, I wouldn't feel it as bad as a human would. 40 degrees would feel like a smooth 70. Anything below 40 and I'd have to wear a small jacket.

Looking down at myself i remembered that I had barely their cloth covering my important parts but most of my back, torso and legs were exposed and caked in mud. I had no shoes and my toenails were hard to look at for longer than five seconds.

The last thing I expect was to find somewhere to get clean clothes and better yet take a shower and grabbing a meal after.

I sighed as I daydreamed about being clean and having shampooed hair. I walked for what seemed like an hour I noticed had unknowingly followed a river flowing so I went the opposite direction of where it was going. I looked up and saw and very modern looking home a made with mahogany wood panels. I stoped my steps and stood incredibly still. My muscles were tense as I tried to hear life in the house. My hearing was good but not nearly as good as a full vampire. I was close enough to hear movement even if there was no heartbeat.

Thankfully, I didn't hear anything but I stayed on high alert. This is not a home for humans. Nor did it smell like it. Honestly the smell of vampire hit me before I found the river. Maybe that's why I followed it. Curiosity without knowing it…maybe?

My physical shield surrounded me. It was invisible which thankfully made it harder to get attacked-not that that mattered. I had enough scars to stop caring about being attacked. Using both shields took a lot of concentration and sometimes the physical shield doesn't do its job.

I approached the home slowly still straining to listen to movement, yet I heard nothing. I could've surly heard a vampire moving or even sensed it. My shield also has a weird radius where, before contact, there's a slight feeling of it being pushed before impact. It practically reacts.

The door to the home was unlocked to my surprise-considering it looked like very wealthy people owned it on the inside. It was bright- white was the primary color but shades of blue damced on the wall of what looked to be graduation hats. Funny. I thought.

I made my way up the staircase of the home faster than human speed but slow enough to not be a blur. The area was a large living room with a shiny, black piano. Large sofas with giant cushions adorned the room with a fancy coffe table and a large television mounted on the wall. The hlme was decorated with pictures, and plants. The pictures were of people but simple paintings. To the right was what looked to be the kitchen. I disregarded that area for now and ran up the stairs that say to the left.

I rolled my eyes t my nosey behavior. It need to focus and do what I need to do and leave.

I scented the home searching for feminine scents-I followed one to the left down the long hallway that held a simple sleek door. I opened it and saw that the room was very mature looking. One rich parents would have but their furniture still gave 'humble' vibes. I disregarded that room and ran to the next. This room had a large about bed against the center wall. A large mirror, and an open closet sat to the right and a large bookshelf and worn leather chair sat to the left along with a very large wooden wardrobe sat along the same wall. The room was neat but it seemed split in a way. The paintings on either wall didn't match. The right had excitement and we're full of bright colors. The left had neutral to warm colors. A closed door sat on that side.

I went to the side with the bright paintings and peaked into the closet. Clothes hung up in the most organized closet I'd ever seen. Everything was color and somehow season coded. Nothing I wore sat in this thing there was so much lace and sheer fabrics. The sizes were also too small.

I huffed and transferred to the wardrobe. It was made of dark wood and gave the complete opposite vibe. There were lots of button ups-plaid shirts and regular shirts. Men's clothes. I decided to steal a black tee. Realizing I couldn't find any pants to fit me, I ran back to the closet and hurriedly settled on a pair of (thankfully) black leggings. The room had a connected bathroom that I decided to use as well. I didn't realize at the time that I'd tracked mud through the house in my hurry.

I especially didn't care one I felt the high pressure spray of hot droplets of shower water hitting me. It felt so good that I almost went limp from my muscles relaxing fully for the first time in a long time. I quickly used the feminine shampoo and soap sitting on a shelf and finished my bathing.

Once I was duly dressed in the shirt that practically looked like a dress and leggings that may be just a little too tight, I sped out of the room. I'd assumed I was still alone but I was wrong. Once I left the room a pair of strong arms wrapped around me. They were the biggest arms I'd ever felt. They didn't squeeze hard enough to hurt but they kept my arms at my side. I flailed my legs and fought to escape. My already quickly beating heart practically vibrated in my chest at this point. If I were fully human I would sure be dead. I hadn't realized I was also gasping from the increased anxiety.

"Just be still," a deep voice hisses behind me. I don't listen. I try to kick backwards at his knees hoping to break one and cause him to drop me but despite my connected kicks, he didn't even flinch. Burly vampires like him are practically indestructible for me.

I start to whimper. I don't want to die. This man lives here, he doesn't smell like Maria's men but he's a stranger. Strangers don't like when other strangers enter their homes. Especially vampires.

"Please. We won't hurt you." His lips are at my ear now and he holds me tighter. My body feels a bit more relaxed out of nowhere. My mind stops making the recently developed buzzing noise. Why didn't I keep my shield up? I hadn't known I dropped it. Maybe I'm the shower? I would've felt someone like him coming.

"Bring her down, Emmett." A small but bright voice says. The man still holds me against him and my feet dangle almost four feet from the ground. He's huge.

We make it down the stairs and I see six other vampires-all with gold eyes. Ones I had never seen before. It was such an odd color.

"P-please." I say shakily. I take in all of their faces. First was the face of a concerned woman. Her gold eyes were a warmer gold. Dark but gentle. She had darker brown hair-almost resembling mine but I had bits of red.

Next I saw a blonde man standing next to her. I looked down to see they're holding hands. His eyes were lighter, intelligent and welcoming. His hair was beautiful combed backwards. He wasn't very big but he was still fit. He radiated leadership. Must be the head of the coven.

Next there was a bronze haired boy. He was tall as well. Possibly matching my vampire shift cage behind me. His hair was more upwards and almost matched mine as well but more copper brown. His stare was intense and dark. He was holding his breath for some reason. There was tension through his body like he was fighting something. It told me to run but the waves of calm kept me still.

Next to him was a blonde goddess. Her hair was gold and touched her waist. She seemed more disinterested physically but her eyes were intensely distrusting but a tiny bit curious. Her full perfect lips pulled into a small sneer. She held the intense vampires hand almost as if she were anchoring him.

I moved on to a bouncy, very small vampire. She exudes happiness. Her hands are clasped under her chin as she held a bright smile on her face. Her eyes were bright and willing. She had black spiky hair the just reached her chin. I must've been in her closet considering her current outfit being a lace red mid thigh length dress with purple leggings with lace seaming at the ankles her feet held red ballet flats.

Last there was a tall, blond vampire. He was the most intense of them all. He seemed to be struggling with something but I can't tell what. His hands were fists at his side. The closer I looked, I saw crescent scars in his neck that were just barely being hidden by his button up. That room was also his. Were he and the little vampire. Mates? It seemed that way from the warm hum that bounced between them. I could only see that from they way they stood next to each-other. I got that from all the pairs.

"Who are you?" He speaks. His voice alga's a southern accent. Texan. He smelled familiar. My blood ran cold as I realized he carried Maria's scent. She was his sire as she was mine. The familiar feeling confused me. This vampire felt more like a threat than the burly one that was holding me. Who was he?