I wasn't really Charlie Swan's daughter, though life would be so much easier if I actually was, though he says I am like a daughter to him so it was easy for me to pretend that he was my father even if it was just for a little while as all I wanted was to go to school without the unnecessary drama that comes from my dysfunctional family.

I just wanted to spend some time with my uncle before going back home to an hot tempered older brother who I love more than anything who has a reputation for lashing out at those he comes face to face with and being an douchebag, but I love my brother the way is, even the douchebag and anger issues and would never change that about him, he wouldn't be Steve if he wasn't and though we still e-mail and text every day, I still miss having my brother with me.

I was missing too much school and social services started breathing down our necks, and I was forced to come live with Uncle Charlie, despite my brother's dismay of me being sent away from him when he has been taking care of me my whole life.

Steve had only agreed to it because we were practically starving as our father would use all of the food money to buy beer for himself, only to get drunk and and beat on us before passing out, but he was better that way.

My brother and I never liked our father who didn't even give a shit about his own two kids, who could be starving for all he cared and sometimes I wonder if he didn't feed us on purpose, wanting us to starve as he always gets pleasure to seeing us suffer, as he demands respect from us for just having the same blood, when all he does is drink and order us around like dogs.

I am not one that likes to be pushed around quietly, having inherited my brother's mouth from my brother who taught me to stand up for myself and not let anyone push me around, not even our own father, never letting our father know just how much he frightens me, even when I was mouthing off to him like Steve taught me to, and sometimes it was fun to just get a rise out of him, even if he did hit me.

I learned very early on to never give my father the satisfaction of thinking he got to me and mostly stayed out of his way, especially when he was drunk and didn't want him to know I was too scared to stay in the same house with him and would rather sleep at a friends house or at the vacant lot near our house, though my brother hates when I just disappear on him like that but can never tell him I was too scared to go home without him.

The Randle family has a long line of powerful witches and warlocks, though we weren't always the strongest or the most respected family, but we had one thing that most of them could not even consider having, immortality and protection.

I haven't exactly been using my magic since coming to live temporarily in Forks as the Cullen family wouldn't stop hovering over me since Edward staked his claim on me like I was his property and could barely use the damn toilet without permission or being supervised and even then, he would still have his sister's supervise.

Though I know my brother is going to be pissed when he finds out that I was not only fooling around with cold ones that are more dangerous than the original night crawlers which he told me to stay clear of, but having not been practicing my magic, putting me behind in my magic classes; he was going to beat my ass for that.

My magic was the only thing that kept me protected and by not practicing, I was basically human and unable to protect myself against a bunch of cold ones or night crawlers, but it was near impossible to practice with cold ones breathing down my neck and wasn't sure how they would react to my magic; cold ones were superior that way.

Vampires, whether it be cold ones or the night crawlers that only come out at night are really prejudice against the witches with most believing that we shouldn't have powers as it is unnatural to mankind, most of them being behind all the witch trials, exterminating us and making most of us hide who we truly are from the rest of the world.

They really were just looking out for themselves, knowing that witches were the stronger than vampires alone and could easily take a vampire out though it wasn't just the vampires that hated us, werewolves did too and why I could never tell them the truth, they would go after me like every vampire has done in history to the witches; besides my brother said to keep a low profile.

I didn't exactly trust the Cullen family with my secret, despite them having told me their secret and have given them secret tests to see if they could earn my trust enough, but they always fail when they refuse to respect my wishes and decisions that I choose to make for myself and forcing their opinions and way on me when I didn't ask them to, claiming it was for my own good so I obviously could never trust them with my secret and would probably just try to change that about me, or kill me.

They are more manipulative than anything, and would turn on you the first chance they get, only wanting me around as a pet that could be tossed aside after they get bored with it and wished I went back home to keep my distance when I first discovered they were cold ones and have no idea how I am going to keep this from my brother, having never lied to him before.

All that they actually wanted me for is to be a nice quiet housewife for Edward which is not going to happen as I despise the idea of getting married after witnessing my parent's disastrous marriage, so I have no intention of being married anytime in the near future, especially to someone who treats me more like a scolded child than a partner and doesn't even want me as his equal, stating that women are never equal to men which royally pissed me off.

Though that didn't stop them from pushing a wedding on me and expecting me to just go along with it when I never even agreed to marry him, fuck, I never even agreed to date him and trying to mold me into becoming the perfect little housewife for Edward who has no say in their life and well- being and that isn't me.

Edward still has his ass in the 1900's where woman had no rights and husbands made all the decisions for them, but I was a Greaser from the wrong side of the tracks in Tulsa and I was raised wild and having a perfect gentleman who thinks reading Shakespeare for a date is a good time, bores me and puts me on edge as I never even agreed to go out with him in the first place.

He needs to get his head out of his ass because I don't stand still and am ready to bust open for having to put up with him as he expected me to just be quiet and stand behind him and let him make all the decisions for me, but you can't tame a Greaser and was ready to do something wild to disturb the peace to have Uncle Charlie arrest me for entertainment as I ready to go home.

I was not the shy quiet pushover Bella they knew, she doesn't even really exist, I just created shy Bella Swan because I promised my brother I would behave for Uncle Charlie or he would come up and tan my hide when it was obvious I intended to act out for being angry at him for sending me away.

Though I know now social services would have placed me if he didn't agree to send me away and I never break a promise, I was Izzy Randle, the fourteen year old sister of Steve Randle, having lied to the Cullen's about my age, another reason I won't get married, besides Steve wouldn't have allowed it even if I wanted to, who was finally coming for me and now had to explain everything to him, who I knew was going to lose it on me, but with Steve, anything was possible.