Hey everyone! I'm back with another story! Hope ya'll like it, and I own nothing all rights belong to any original owners! Now oooooonnnnn with the show! Oh by the way this is in Edward's point of view, with occasional Bella's, but Edward's might be more fun. So yeah. Have fun reading! OH and in this story Bella smells good to Edward but he doesn't want to eat her. The end of this chapter may be a little graphic because Renee isn't the caring mother she is in the books, and I have to write this to make it easier on me. Okay have fun reading!

So the full summary wouldn't fit; so here's the full one: Edward Cullen has been wandering the world for over a millennium, with his coven of vampires. Edward has a secret though-he's the creator of all vampires. He's cold, ruthless, and nobody can stop him. Until he stumbles upon a little human girl with brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. With one look into her eyes, she has him wrapped around her tiny finger, and he knows why-she is his mate.

Chapter One-Mate

I walked down the gloomy street of Forks Washington. It was a small town. An inconsequential town in the grand scheme of things, just a place to reside for a few years. I only chose to live here for a few years because my advisor, Alice, had suggested moving the small coven I've resided with for the last oh…200 years or so, to a more remote location.

I've lived with Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, and Alice, because they are the only ones, besides the Volturi 'leaders', who know I'm the creator of the vampire race. I created the Volturi because after a time it got tedious, monotone, boring, to punish those who let humans find out about us. I've let my race think that Aro, Caius, and Marcus rule because it's easier. Sure they've made a few additional rules, all that I can live by, but my rule stands above all the ones they made and that's all there is to it.
Even though the Volturi, technically rule, I still get the respect I deserve, because vampires are afraid of me; it's in their instinct to be afraid of me. I'm much more powerful them then, physically and mentally, because I have every power that any vampire has, or has had in the past. The vampire's I meet just think I'm abnormal, creepy even; they usually make excuses to leave right away. I don't mind, as long as they are polite about it, because I know they fear me. Fear means respect, and a lot of vampires fear me. However, the Cullen Coven accept me more than any other vampire I've ever met, they also seem more comfortable around me. That's when I chose to tell them that I was the vampire race's creator. They reacted well, better even then I expected, and that's when I chose to live with them.

Living with all mated vampires, when I myself am not mated, gets quite depressing sometimes. Especially since I have the power to read minds luckily though I've learned to block out their thoughts-tune them out if you will. It's easier then I thought it would be living with them. Their diet of animals was easy to adjust too, and hunting was more fun since instead of enthralling, like I had to do with a human, I got to play around with animals. Sure I missed the thrill of hunting humans occasionally, but then I would hunt an animal, and I would be fine again.

I was interrupted by my musings by a small red ball hitting me in the shoulder. I turned abruptly around and glared at where the ball came from. Where I was glaring, there was a small brunette, a human child, staring up at me. I walked closer; I couldn't see her eyes from where I was standing, which meant she couldn't see mine. I didn't like the fact that she couldn't see how angry I was. How rude it was to hit people, granted I wasn't exactly a person, in the shoulder with a ball. I walked closer and looked into her eyes, I froze. My anger melting away, with one look into her chocolate brown eyes.

"I…I'm sorry mister," I gave a little smile at her.

"It's all right. Would you like your ball back?" I made my voice as gently as I could. The red ball, I held in my hands, the same one that before I saw her eyes, I had every intention of popping in front of her. Now I couldn't imagine doing that to her.

"Yes, please," she gave me a sheepish smile.

"Here you go. Just be careful where you throw it," I cautioned. As I handed her the ball, my hand brushed hers and a thrill went through me. I felt as if I was flying, and she was the only thing holding me down on this Earth. She was the only thing on this planet that mattered.

I gave a gentle smiled, but for the first time managed to notice how bad the shape of her house was. Where the other houses were clean and neat, and in order, hers was falling apart, there were overgrown patches of grass growing in uneven spurts all over the place. There were a few beer bottles lying on the porch, scattered haphazardly all over the place. Just as I was examining the state of my little angel's house, a woman with fuzzy brown hair, wrinkled skin, and yellowing teeth flew out of the house.

"Isabella! What do you think you are doing? How many times have I told you not to talk to stranger? Oh my lord!" The woman was clearly her mother. She didn't look like a well fit mother, I took a good look at my angel Isabella, for the first time. Not just her eyes. She was small. Maybe four feet tall. She was skinny, scarily skinny, like she hadn't eaten in a long while. Her hair was in tangled knots around her head, and she had a gaunt look around her face.

"I'm sorry, Mommy," Isabella sounded sad, and I didn't like that.

"Well you should be!" her mother scolded. I tuned into her mind to figure out what she was thinking. God forbid child! What if you had told somebody! I don't need to go to jail. And neither does my wonderful husband Phil. He may not love you, but that's okay, he doesn't need to love you. You're unlovable. However this fine peace, of man meat seems like a good choice for a partner…Phil won't mind. I tuned out of her thoughts. The woman disgusted me. Here was her daughter, her own flesh and blood, and all she cares about is this Phil, and she doesn't even really care about him. I let out a little growl.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my daughter can be such a…ah troublesome. I'm sure she didn't mean any harm. My name is Renee," the woman grabbed a hold of one of Isabella's shoulders, and squeezed. Isabella winced, and I let out another little growl. I decided it was time to take Isabella away from this woman. I came up with a brilliant plan.

"No, she didn't. My name is…Anthony Mason. I'm from the department of human services. A social worker, I'm supposed to look into whether or not Isabella's been taken care of. Miss Renee," she visibly paled at my words.

She began to talk, "I know I'm not the best mother in the world, but who is? However, since you're here, I would like it if you put Isabella in a good foster home. I'm not fit, to be a mother," Alright so maybe I cheated a little, just a little mind control, and she was saying what I wanted her to say. It didn't really matter, because I knew she never wanted a child anyway. She would be happy without Isabella. I would be happy with Isabella, and that's why I was taking her, and the fact that Isabella would be happy with me.

Renee continued to talk, "Her full name is Isabella Marie Higgonbottom, but you can change her last name. It's her first to that I would like for you to keep. Her birthday is…well sometime in April I think. I don't know who her father is so I think that about covers it," what she meant was she didn't remember who the father was. I decided to over look that, since she was giving me Isabella.

"Yes. That does. Isabella would you like to come with me," she looked up, and suddenly I was staring into the most beautiful chocolate colored eyes on the planet.

"Can I take Scruffy?" she whispered.

"Whose Scruffy?" I asked confused.

"He's my stuffed bear," she whispered. I smiled at her and nodded.

"Yes, you can take Scruffy. Miss Renee, she won't be needing her stuff. The new parents will take care of getting everything for her. I have a feeling she'll be taken fast."

"Yes, yes. I'll go get Fluffy," Renee mumbled and headed towards the door. She was back a few minutes later carrying a small teddy bear in her hands.

"Here you go sweetie, you'll have fun with Mr. Mason, now won't you? And you'll be good?" Renee handed Isabella the ratty bear, and leant down and gave her an awkward hug.

"Yes, mommy. By mommy," Isabella said quietly. She looked up at me and said, "Can I take your hand mister?" I smiled and handed her my hand. I smiled at her, and walked with her, hand in hand off the Higgonbottom property.