Disclaimer: Stephanie meyer is the overlord of fiction. God is of reality. All the characters (except my OC) are figments of her imagination alough we all really wish they werent

An:/// okay this idea popped in my head and i felt like writing. i didnt feel like writing from one of my other stories. i didnt feel romncy so no amnesia and i didnt want to do humor so no game night wich i will update by tuesday. i am just really busy. not really. i have 3 more days till school starts and nothing to do. ergo i start a bunch of stories that will probably go on haitius. oh well i will skip hanging out with my friends one weekend and spend it writing. i am suprised that you are reading this, but if you are *VIRTUAL HUGS* okay so on the mor imortant news.......... i get alot of discrimination because of my age. thats ridiculous. im a good writer. just because i am young does not mean that i cant write for crap. thats condicending immature and irrational. so people stop complaining that i am 13. if u like my stories cool if you dont i dont care. i will laugh for when i am older and become a best selling auther whilst you sit on you fat ass as an old man or woman dredding going back to work at the mcdonalds at walmart (Perfect combination) So ya me and my fellow young writers should not have to put up with the shit of the jerks that juge a book by its cover (or in this case a author by its age)
okay my little rant is over but ya. on to more of a less pissed topic....................... i need more reviews! i get none zip! i screm and giggle when i get one review, thats really sad. i have gotten a total of 2,000 visitors on my pages but only 16 reviews! only 1 flame! 15 saying i love more please. Thats awesome! I personally hate reviewing but it realy does motivate me

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PROLOGE:

I was having an out of body expirence, literally. i still uneven about this. It wasnt even MY body i was in. But i had to fight for it, for i was in someone i love [ thats what he said :) ] if one of us got hurt, i would eternally in this body. I couldnt handel that. i had become accustom to my body and wasnt ready to rid of it. I wasnt going to go down without a fight.

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CHAPTER 1 : IMMENSE PAIN AND THE BAD NEWS

I entered the huge white Cullen manor smelling the cool crisp fresh clean smell that is always there when I walk in. All the Cullen's were situated comfortably in the living room. How odd, no one that in there is alive. Emmett and Rosalie are in an intense battle of chess, Only Alice knowing the end. Jasper is sitting on the floor, head resting against the couch. Alice is snuggled up in his lap. They are watching titanic. If vampire could cry, Alice would be sobbing uncontrollably. Edward is currently sprawled across the couch. He appears the to be dozing except for the smile that is playing at his lips. Renesmee is at La Push with Jacob. As much as I don't like it, I know I have to let Jacob into her life. Carlisle and Esme are out for the next month at Esme Isle.

A week ago before they left Edward and I had to announce our casualty from vacation spot to our parents. Edward was ringing his hands with nervousness when I remembered about that and told him we needed to tell them the truth. He had disagreed. We stood outside their bedroom door as I attentively knocked on the deep mahogany wood.

A moment later Esme had opened the door hair looking disheveled. We disgusted our parents did such thing knew what they had been up to. Esme smiled at us and had asked, "What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you, Bella and Edward?"

I could feel myself succumbing to guilt. Crawling under a rock and dying didn't sound like such a bad idea. After the guilt, some other emotion started to emerge. Fear. I knew from experience that Esme, when mad, could be a very scary woman. Emmett had challenged me to another arm wrestling match. Naturally I had one, but not without causing some damage. Esme prized antique table had shattered when Emmett skin came into contact with it.

"We need to tell you something," I replied shakily. It was obvious Edward was speechless. I knew know to be scared if Edward was petrified.

"Well come, sit," She guided us through the room sitting us on the gold couch. I sunk into it, enjoying the feel of the fabric. She leaned against her bedpost, Carlisle joining her. "What's on your mind?"

"We did something, something bad," I confessed. They both had looks of confusion on his face. Edward, shaking his head, snapped out of his revere.

"We umm, while we were on Esme Isle, we kind of, broke a bed," He sounded scared. There was a moment of silence. While it was only a matter of seconds, it felt like lifetimes. The air was tense I could sense it. Edward and I were scared waiting those few short moments to our inevitable doom.

She finally showed some movement, closing her eyes and taking deep steady breaths to control her temper. "Was this how Renesmee came to be?"

"Yes," If I were human, I would be a tomato by this point.

"Well, then I guess I can't yell at you for it, now please get out," We sighed in relief that she didn't end our existence and quickly scampered out of the room, following her command.

They had called the 'children' of the Cullen's yesterday. Jasper had picked it up and after figuring out who it was, put them on speakerphone. Esme had told Edward and I that she forgiven us after thinking about it on the plane ride.

"Can we go hunting, love" Edward asked, bringing me back to reality and away from my thoughts. He stroked the dark circles under my almost topaz eyes. Well, usually. Right now they were onyx. I could hardly be around Charlie yesterday because of the venom pooling in the back of my throat. When he hugged me, all I could think of was his rich think blood seeping down my throat while I moan in pleasure………….

I whipped my head around to face Edward and said, "Lets go,"

We had this tradition over the past few weeks. Edward had missed carrying me on his back so every time we went hunting he would run. I would lay my head on his shoulder basking in the feel of the cool breeze whipping my hair around my face, sometimes with soft delicate raindrops cascading down my face.

We arrived at our destination a while later. I slid of his back into a crouch. I closed my eyes and let my senses take over. Over in the east, I heard a faint heartbeat of a zebra, my favorite. Emmett had teased for weeks on end about that but I just reminded him that I could whoop his ass and he would suddenly shut up. The smell was delicious enough to cause frenzy. I swallowed the venom overflowing in my mouth causing a faint drool over my lips. Wiping it away before Edward could detect it was there; I started to stalk my prey.

When I came within a yard of, I sprang. Flying in the air, I landed on top of the zebra drinking from a hot spring. I opened my mouth and lowered it down to the animal's neck. I quickly crushed its neck in between my teeth, ending its life quickly. I drank the entire animal then disposed of the carcass.

Awhile later, and a couple of deer later, I smelled another vampire. The world started to spin and I couldn't see the hazy fog that had formed. My head was pounding and I doubled over in pain. I couldn't breath I felt my airways constricting. I could faintly hear Edward calling my name.

I couldn't get us though. I was stuck on the forest floor. Over my pain, my mind became clearer. Only one thought came through though. Where was Edward? When he had called me he sounded as if he was in pain. That sound could break my heart. }I had come to a conclusion, Edward was probably knocked unconscious. Panic swirled in my head. Edward couldn't faint. Edward was a vampire. He was supposed to be indestructible. So was I. I still couldn't comprehend how I was in such immense pain, almost as bad as my change.

I couldn't take it anymore. The pain was too much. I closed my eyes and for the first time in almost a year and fell unconscious.

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