AN: Hey guys this is a new story I've been working on for a while, I hope you guys like it.

~This is a Declaimer for the whole story, I am not Stephenie Meyer- no copyright infringement intended.

Summary: Isabella Swan isn't human, or humane for that matter. When she moves to Forks and finds others different from the rest of her kind, Will she find her way? Or will she fall deeper into the darkness?


Vile Beauty



I exited my house in a hurry; I needed to get to the hospital as quickly as possible. My parents frowned upon my volunteering at the hospital- no lady of high-middle class should spend time there with the sick and dying. It was socially frowned upon, but I did not care.

I had to make sure my friend was alive and well; I could not bring myself to leave him on his death bed. I still hoped he would make it; he had already lost his mother and father to the influenza. They were like extended family to me… and of that extended family, I only had him left.

We had grown up together for eight years, but then I was sent to a private boarding school. I didn't see him again until several months after my sixteenth birthday, and a month before his seventeenth.

He had changed so much since the last time we had seen each other. He was no longer that small, fun-loving boy I had known. He was now a responsible, more polite, educated, and handsome young man.

But I was also different.

I had lost all the awkwardness of my childhood. I was more free-spirited than I had been when I was younger, but I knew how to keep it under control so that wasn't a problem.

My friends at school said that I was now more beautiful than any of them, but that was impossible because they were extremely beautiful. When we would go out into the city, men would look at them with admiration in their eyes. They said it was because I was walking with them, but I didn't believe it. There was no way I was more good-looking than any of them, they were the most attractive and rich young ladies in the whole campus. I really wasn't. I was in between the upper and lower class of the school.

I shook my head to rid myself of these thoughts and then looked up to find that the hospital building was beginning to get bigger as I neared it. With sudden anxiety I opened the door and found Julie leaning casually against the front desk.

"Hello Mrs. James." I said pleasantly. She looked up and glared at me. "Touché," I teased.

"I've told you my dear, to never address me as Mrs. James."

"I'm sorry Julie, but one must keep up with the rules of society," I said with as much arrogance as I could muster. Julie simply chuckled at my comment.

"Hurry up then my dearest friend and get dressed!"

"All right," I said, walking towards the changing rooms. I quickly slipped off my dress and put on my nurse's uniform. I loved how the fabric felt on my skin because it soothed my worries.

As I was folding my dress I heard the main door open, and as I walked out of the stall I saw that Mary was waiting patiently for me to finish. She smiled slightly as she took my dress out of my hand and placed it on her shelf, next to Julie's dress.

Mary, Julie and I had grown extremely close after we had spent so many hours a day at the hospital.

"Let's go- there are several patients waiting for us outside," Mary said in her soft voice. I nodded silently, hoping that I would find him alive.

I made my rounds and helped the patients as much as I could. I had only watched five of the patients die next to me and I was hoping I wouldn't see another.

There had been many people that had needed assistance so I wasn't able to take my break as early as I had wished for, but finally at around thirty after six I was able to take it. I walked over to the front desk where Julie was filling out some papers.

"Julie I'm going to take my break now, so if you need me, you know where to find me." She nodded slightly and her eyes soften when she looked in my direction.

I turned around and hurried up the stairs. I passed dozens of people that were restless with pain, some already on the verge of dying. I closed my eyes and walked faster. I didn't want to see them in pain.

I finally arrived at my destination, and when I opened the door I found that the room had a new occupant. I felt uneasiness boil within me. I told myself that maybe they had taken him to a new room, but even to me that sounded impossible. They never moved patients from the room unless… they died.

I ran out of the room and made my way to the hospital morgue, all the time praying that I was wrong with my assumption that he was gone… forever.

The hall that led to the morgue was full of bodies; I couldn't see their faces because they had white sheets to cover them.

I could see that at the end of the hall, the morgue doors were wide open and I walked straight in.

A man with black hair, brown eyes and a tan, who appeared to be in his late forties, was writing something on his clipboard, he looked up when he heard me enter.

"Are you looking for something, Miss?" he asked politely.

"Yes I am. I was wondering if I could take a look at the list of people who were brought here last night and early this morning."

"Now why would you want to do that?"

"Because Sir, I want to know if a friend of my family has died." I asked looking him straight in the eyes.

"All right, give me a moment please." He went to a corner of the room and picked up a book from the table. "Everyone who has been brought to the morgue has their name written here and their time of death."

"Thank you, Sir." I took the book from his hands, and turned the page backwards. I began to look at the list of names of those who had passed away the night before. At the very end the name I was hoping not to see appeared, written in very elegant handwriting. I fought back the urge to fall down crying and instead handed the book to the man who waited patiently for me to finish. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he answered sadly when he saw my face.

"Goodbye." I turned and exited the morgue.

There was a pain in my chest- it felt like someone was crushing me and at the same time I felt like I would explode. It felt like something was missing, but I didn't know what. I somehow knew my heart was breaking, because with each breath I felt the fire and ice go into my lungs; I felt a pain in my chest that I knew could never be fixed.

I wanted to cry but I couldn't, so I made my way back to Mary and Julie in hopes that they would help me find something to take my mind off the pain.

"Darling!" Julie cried in shock when she saw my face. "What happened to you?" I felt her arms wrap around my waist.

"He's gone," I muttered into her shoulder as a sob escaped my lips and tears began to fall down my cheeks.

"I'm so sorry dear," Julie whispered to me.

"I just want to go home."

"I don't think you should go alone," she said slowly.

"I'll be fine Julie; it's only two blocks away," I said while wiping the tears from my eyes.

"All right, but please be careful."

"I will. Tell Mary I said goodnight, please."

"I will. Goodnight darling."

"Goodnight Julie," I said as I walked away from her and into the changing rooms. I changed back into my dress as quickly as I could, and placed my nurse's outfit on the shelf.

When I walked out of the hospital I felt a little cold when a small breeze began to blow, but I ignored it and instead I observed that the sun was already setting in the horizon. I sighed and walked faster to my house; I didn't want to have my parents worry about me.

I arrived in a matter of minutes, but to me it felt like hours. I just wanted to lie in bed and cry.

When I opened the door the first thing I noticed was that the lights were off, which was strange; my mother usually read some books at this time and my father would work on the papers for the next day.

"No!" I gasped as I turned on the lights. My mother's ashen body was on the floor in the parlor, her eyes closed.

I ran forward and hoped to find a pulse, but her cold skin told me otherwise. Still I hoped, and no sooner had I touched her before that hope was shattered.

Something didn't seem right; something was happening that I didn't know about.

"Well hello there." A smooth malicious voice spoke from behind me. That voice somehow sent shivers up my spine.

I turned slowly to see a man with skin as pale as moonlight, eyes brighter than a rose in bloom, angelic features, and blood-red lips. He was dressed in casual clothing, but nothing about this man truly scared me. Not even his eyes. The thing that did was what he held in his hands. My father.

He was limp in the man's hands; his features twisted in pain, his skin looked almost like that of my mother, except that he was alive.

"Let him go!" I screamed at the man. He dropped my father's body on the floor and stalked towards me. I took a step back and then stopped myself from going any farther.

"Anything for you," he breathed, as he bent down and bit my neck. The world started to grow dark and blurry, red and black spots entered my vision and a pain so great, greater than fire burning my skin, entered my body.

In a matter of seconds I was drowning in the darkest pain imaginable.


Chapter 1: Games


The smell in the air was unmistakable. It was the smell of fear.

I laughed cruelly. Fear was the reason I loved to play these games with my prey.

The smell of fear in the air only helped enhance the pleasure of the hunt and its excitement sky rocketed, making the moment of feeding much more pleasing.

They were foolish to run, but I would never tell them that. I loved to watch all hope vanish from their eyes as I walked forward. It was beautiful. And it gave me pleasure.

Which was all that mattered to me.

"Please don't," the teenage girl that I was following pleaded, tears on the verge of spilling on her now pale cheeks.

"I can't do that."

"Please!" the girl cried. I smiled.

"I'm doing you a favour; you were going to die tomorrow anyway, so I'm not going to let your blood go to waste." Her eyes widened.

"H-how do you k-know that?"

"I saw it. You were going to get run over by a car, and die… Besides, no one will notice that you're gone."

"Luis will!" she cried.

"No he won't- he'll be in bed with some other girl."

"You lie!"

"I speak nothing but the truth, he was using you. Don't try to deny it- I know exactly how you feel: you feel that your heart has been ripped out from your chest and crushed. I will end the pain for you much more quickly than that car would." I smiled at her, and she began to cry.

"Please, don't do it." She was begging on her knees. I grabbed her behind the neck and pulled her closer to me.

"No." With that I bit into her soft neck and drank the sweet blood that flowed from it. She screamed, and all too soon I had drained the delicious liquid from her.

I let go and her body fell to the ground with a light thud.

I rolled her over with my foot, removed the blue silk ribbon from her hair and tied it around my neck.

I took everything of value that she had with her, and then proceeded to bury her deep inside the woods. By the time I was finished, you couldn't even tell that the soil had been disturbed.

Happy with my handiwork I decided to pay a visit to the neighbouring town. Maybe there I could have some real fun.

The thought didn't fail to excite me; maybe there I could find a real challenge.

Published: May 14, 2009

Edited: June 4, 2009

AN: Okay so I know that wasn't the longest or best chapter ever, but I'm pretty happy with it.

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P.S. Can anyone guess who the vampire is?