Preface

Never believe the believable. Never percieve the percieveable. Why? Because if you do, nothing makes sense at all. My reason for not percieving and believing you ask? Well, my dad chose to accept the conditions that Sam and his gang set out. But what happened? Have a guess, because they are the Mafia, you can guess what happened. Yup, they found away to get me and the money together, and now they have provided me with a choice. A choice that will change my life forever. And I mean literally. Life or death? But it had two meanings. I could have life and be killed, or join them and live with death. It was a tough decision, and I didn't know what to do. I watched nervously as the boss gave me the decision, and one way or another, I was somehow going to die. Maybe for real, or maybe my humanity, but either way, Isabella Marie Swan was going to be no more.

I looked warily into the eyes of those surrouding me, and I couldn't think of a decision. I thought about all the good people in my life, like Angela, Alice and Esme. And the good people I have met here, like Carlisle and Rosalie. But, even more, I thought about Edward. I loved him, and I needed him. Just then, I heard the click of a gun. I turned to my left and saw that I was staring straight down the barrel of a gun. I needed to make my decision soon. Or else...