Brandy here!!! I am so sad with my other story so while waiting for them damn reviews to come in, I'll write this story... I'll wait for at least 5 reviews b4 I continue... Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine. Stephanie Meyers!

There is this crescent mark on my wrist. Everyone but me seems to know how I got it. By everyone, I mean my family. They claim that it's my birthmark but I know better. Who in the world has a crescent birthmark surrounded by intricate patterns of vines shaped like animals? I knew it was not a birthmark. Mother used to force me to put foundation to cover it up. That was a dead giveaway.

My name is Isabella Marie Swan. Preferably Bella. I have lived with this mark for my whole life. Little did I know that this mark meant something. Something that could put my family and friends' lives at risk. Something dangerous. Something important. It meant that I have been given what many people may call a gift. But to me it was a curse. A rose has its thorns. An action has its consequences.

I never wanted this curse. No God chose me. I'm not the 'Chosen One' for anything. This mark meant I was something... the same things that killed my family. The heartless monsters that sucked my parents dry of their blood. The dreaded beasts that live right under our noses. They appear in myths and legends. We dismiss them as fiction but I know that they are, in fact, very real.

Vampires.

You can tell them apart from ordinary people. Pale, flawless skin, perfect features, perfect figures, perfect everything, their appearance stays the same forever. These monsters deserve to die even though they were never born that way. Even though they never chose this path.

But neither did I.

I am a freak. Even for a vampire.

I was born this way but I grow. I have two forms: Human and Vampire. I kill my own kind for the safety of humans. To avenge my family.

This whole me started on my sixth birthday.

6 was the devil's number, my birthday was on Friday the 13th. It was the day of the lunar eclipse. The only time a Vampire can go around town without sparkling like a million fucking diamonds.

That was when Volturi found me...