Do you remember the moment that changed your life? You know the moment where suddenly, you knew that everything you thought you knew was nothing more than a load of shit? I remember that moment. I don't remember much about my human life but I do remember that moment.
I was barely seventeen years old when I experienced this moment. Like most young girls of my time, I was expected to be married sooner rather than later. At seventeen, I was already considered to be a late bloomer, practically an old maid. My father was putting pressure on me daily to choose from the many suitors who came knocking on my door, asking for my hand in marriage. I didn't want any of them. I wasn't in love with any of them. Hell, I had never even met a great deal of them. He didn't seem to think that should matter but it was important to me. I wanted to find my true love, my soul mate.
The only person I had who understood what I wanted was my brother. Though only a year older than me at eighteen, he understood that I wanted it all. The grander of falling passionately in love with someone. The splendor of the first time he held my hand or kissed my cheek. The moment when he knelt down in front of me and asked me to be his forever. In one moment, it all changed.
One moment, I was a young, carefree girl and the next, I was writhing around on the ground, as the venom surged through my body.
I stared out the window of the small, dinky hotel room I was standing in. The rain was falling, splattering against the window like tears from heaven. If there was a heaven anyway. I wasn't convinced there was one, only a hell.
Forks, Washington had to be one of the smallest towns I had ever seen and that's saying quite a lot seeing as I've seen nearly all of them at one point or another in my life. But never this one.
Now, here I was but why I was here was still a mystery to me. All I really knew was that I needed to be here. I was called or pulled to this little place.
This wasn't the first time I've felt this pull to a place. It's happened more than a hundred times in all the years since I've been on this earth. But I've never known why I am pulled to these places. This time certainly wasn't any different.
"What are you thinking about, Darlin?" drawled the southern man laying on the bed behind me.
"I don't know," I murmured as I looked back at him. His shaggy blond hair was flopping down into his eyes as he watched me with a lazy smile on his handsome face. "Just…thinking."
"Thinking usually gets you into trouble," he laughed. I rolled my eyes as I turned away from him. "Don't be like that, Sugar."
"No, you're right," I sighed. "I just can't figure out why we are supposed to be here. It's driving me insane."
"Hey, you'll figure it out," he said, coming over and wrapping his arms around me.
"Maybe," I muttered.
"We should hunt," he said, kissing the top of my head. "Your eyes are nearly black."
"So are yours," I commented.
"I know," he murmured.
"Let's go," I whispered.
"What are you in the mood for?" he asked. "Elk, deer, mountain lion."
"Elk is fine," I said.
He just nodded before he took off through the woods. I inhaled deeply and followed him, tracking the musky scent that filled the air. It didn't take us long to find nice group of Elk. They were quite large and very tasty. I had just finished my third when I was hit by a very powerful scent. I crouched down as I searched all around me.
"Do you smell that?" I asked, looking over at my companion. He was mirroring my position, nostrils flared.
"Yes," he snarled. "Vampires."
"Can you feel them?" I asked. He closed his eyes for a moment.
"They are…curious," he said, looking over at me. "They don't seem to be hostile…yet at least."
We stayed crouched down as we heard them approach. It sounded like three, maybe four of them. It took another moment before they came through the trees, equally as defensive as we were. The first, the one in front, was a large man, almost too big, with curly brown hair. The woman behind him, glaring at my friend and I, was extremely beautiful. She had a curvy, sexy body and long silk honey blond hair. Behind her stood another woman. In contrast to the other female, she was tiny, almost pixie like. Her dark hair stood out in carefully placed spikes.
"Who are you?" asked my friend, shifting his eyes from them to me.
I could see the silent question in his eyes but I didn't have an answer for him. They were just as much a mystery to me as they were to him. I could sense something among them but I wasn't sure what it was. I had never ran into this problem before.
"I think we should be asking you that," said the bear-like man. "Seeing as this is our area."
"We didn't realize this area had been claimed by anyone," said my companion. He sounded calm but I knew him better than that. I could hear the underlining edge laced in each word that came out of his mouth.
"We've been here for three years now," said the pixie girl. She stepped around the other two, ignoring the man's attempt to stop her. "I'm Alice. This is Emmett and Rosalie."
"Jasper," said my friend. He looked over and nodded at me. "That's Bella."
"Jasper and Bella," mused Alice. She had a glazed over look on her face, like she was trying to unravel a dark secret. She shook her head and smiled at the two of us. "It's lovely to meet you."
"You too," said Jasper, tersely.
"How long have you been here?" asked Emmett, looking between me and Jasper. He also seemed calm but his hands were clenched into tight fists and his body was rigid.
"A few days," shrugged Jasper, standing up. To most it would have seemed like an act of trust but I knew him better. He was still on his guard, waiting to see if they made the first move. "We didn't know there were others in the area."
"We blend in," smiled Alice, looking right at Jasper. "Or we try to at least."
"I see," said Jasper. Alice smiled as she looked back at her friends.
"Well, perhaps, we should take this meeting back to the house," suggested Alice.
"No," hissed Rosalie, shifting her body so that she was facing me. "We don't know them. We can't trust them."
"Calm down," said Emmett, placing his hand on Rosalie's shoulder. She shrugged it off but didn't say anything else. Emmett looked back over at Alice. "But she has a point. You didn't see them coming."
"That doesn't matter," said Alice, looking from Emmett to Rosalie. "Carlisle-"
"Carlisle?" I asked, speaking for the first time. Alice, Emmett, and Rosalie all looked over at me. "Who's Carlisle?"
"The leader of our coven," explained Alice, staring at me intensely. "Carlisle Cullen."
"WHERE IS HE AT?" I screamed, stepping toward Alice. Jasper threw his arms around me but I threw him off of me. "TELL ME!"
"Why do you care?" hissed Rosalie. Jasper snarled at her as he came toward me.
"I'll find him myself," I hissed, interrupting Jasper.
I took off through the trees, following their scent by the way they came. I could barely hear the four of them racing after me. Just one perks of being so fast. The further I moved, the stronger the scent got. I had been running for several minutes when I came upon a large house. Much larger than I had ever seen. It was made nearly completely of glass.
I took one more step when I felt Jasper throw his arms around me, pulling me to the ground with a loud thud causing several trees to shake.
"Let me go," I snarled, throwing him several feet away as I jumped up.
"Bella, you don't know if it is him," growled Jasper as Emmett grabbed me. "DON'T!"
Emmett didn't listen to Jasper and tried to lock his arms around me. I gripped his arms in my hands and ripped them off. Emmett stumbled to the ground, looking at me with complete and utter shock on his face. I could feel my body shaking as Rosalie pulled Emmett to his feet. Alice grabbed his arms while Jasper stood back up and slowly made his way to me.
"Bella, Darlin, calm down," he said, firmly. I could feel him trying to send waves of calmness my way.
"Jas," I choked out through clenched teeth falling to my knees. "I have to know."
"I know, Darlin," he said, kneeling down in front of me and slowly placing his hands on my shoulders. "But you can't go in there until you calm down."
I closed my eyes and took several unneeded deep breathes. He was right. I would end up killing everyone if I didn't calm down. It took several minutes but I managed to calm down enough to at least stop shaking. It had been a long time since I lost control like that.
"What is going on out here?"
I snapped my eyes open as I turned and faced the person who had just asked that question. His voice may have seemed different but I would still know it anywhere, even after more than three hundred years. Shock sprang up on his face as he stumbled forward a couple of steps, ignoring the hand of the woman standing behind him as she tried to stop him. Jasper stepped back from me as the man came down the steps to the porch to where I was standing.
"Isabella?" asked Carlisle Cullen. "Is that really you?"
"Yes," I whispered, reaching up and stroking his cheek. "Is it really you, Carlisle?"
"Yes," he smiled, throwing his arms around me and spinning me around. I laughed as I clutched onto to him. "OH MY GOD, ISABELLA!"
"What the hell is going on here?" bellowed Emmett. Carlisle set me on my feet as he looked over at the man.
"This is my little sister, Isabella Cullen."
Ok, so this is my first attempt at writing vampire fic. This will be short, probably not more than ten chapters or so, unless I get inspired. Give it a chance and let me know what you think by leaving me a review.