A/N: So I'm going through and editing all of the current chapters, and don't plan to update until I got a couple of chapters written. I'm tired of falling behind in writing and not being able to get out a new chapter. So I'm thinking about updating a new chapter only after I have the next two chapters done. So hopefully this all works out and do tell me if you like this edit of the story better all the old one. I advise reading it over again, cause it will be different.

Lost: Having gone astray or missed the way

Souls: The principle of life, feeling, thought, and action in humans, regarded as a distinct entity separate from the body, and commonly held to be separable in existence from the body; the spiritual part of humans as distinct from the physical part.

When you die, it is said that you're soul leaves the body and heads to either heaven or hell. It also said that the soul is something separate from the body. So what happens if the body is brought back to life and the soul can not return? If it gets lost and is destined to forever search for another body to use as a host?

Lost Soul: A soul that is loses it's way back to the body after it is brought back to life. Destined to search for a new body to take hold of.

At times you forget who you are and where you came from. Going from body to body hoping that you will finally make it to your final destination. Your last body that will finally take you to the moment where you will be faced with the end. It comes to the point that you don't even care where you go as long as you end up somewhere. Leads to insanity, always asking why me, of all people why am I sentenced to forever travel from host to host. Until finally you come to the moment, the moment where it's right there in reach. The end, the final destination.

I thought differently though. I was special. No one else could chose how their body looked. No one else could get chance after, after chance to redo their life. I was given a gift. You could also say I was afraid. I've gotten so used to being forever, never having an end that I was afraid of the unknown. Of what lied at the end. I didn't want to find out and I wasn't planning to. I decide that I would be forever, that I would never see the end.

This is when I came across her. Beautiful, graceful, strong, all around perfect. There was one problem though. She was a shape-shifter, feared and hated in her time. A time where vampires were among the higher class. I still wanted her though, well her body I should say. I spent most of her life following, observing, studying her. Until it happen. She was walking home after a meeting with her pack when she was attacked by a vampire. The vampire was chased away by her pack, but not before almost draining her dry. Thinking that there was no hope for her the pack left her there to die. Entering the body was easy since there was no other soul there. Being in the body after that was the hard part, though. The change took longer since she was a shape-shifter, but it was well worth it in the end. I had found the perfect body. I had a body of not only a shape-shifter, but of a vampire. I had a body that would never die. I would never die. I had attained what I had wanted. I was officially forever, both body and soul. Not only could I live forever, but I could do so in the same body. Now this was only the beginning of my story, a story that shall go on forever.

This was the begging of Isabella Marie Swan.