EPOV

EPOV

"Catch me if you can!" Alice calls in her high-pitch voice over shoulder as she runs deeper into the woods, Jasper, of course, at her heel playing along with her little game.

I sighed inwardly and looked at Carlisle and Esme to my left walking at a human-pace watching each other with smiles on their faces. Then Emmett and Rose-- Rose was squealing gleefully as Emmett threw her over his shoulder effortlessly and ran. I sighed again this time frustrated. Will I always be alone? I thought as I watched two birds in a tree, nestled up against the other. The one that was brighter color, the male, looked up at me and squawked. I guess that was my answer, yes, I'll forever be alone, for all of eternity.

Cheer up Edward you're driving me insane! Jasper yells through his thoughts and I just groan in frustration.

Esme glances at me and frowns. Edward sweet-heart, are you alright? Carlisle follows her gaze and gives me a half-hearted smile.

"I'm fine Esme, it's just that it's Valentines Day and I've never even flirted with a girl." I confess, no use lying. Nothing was really that private in the Cullen's household.

"You could go out with Jessica Stanley." Emmett suggested and I growled. He chuckled lightly and turned back to Rose. I was about to yell at him when Alice had a vision…

Alice's Vision….

I stood in the meadow with my family. We were surrounding a girl…a vampire. She was sitting on the ground with another vampire a male. He was young maybe nine years old. He was sobbing tearlessly as she sat there emotionlessly.
In the background a man and a women were walking towards us.

"Damien come here." The man called and the boy stood up and ran over yelling 'mom!' as he hugged the woman tightly. "You too." He growled at the girl. She glanced at me and then stood up grimacing. Then she all too slowly walked to the man and the others.

"Hello." Carlisle said. "We are sorry for you to find us like this. We just found them here. He was crying and she was sitting there. My name is Carlisle and this is my wife Esme and our children Edward, Rosalie, Emmett, Alice and Jasper."

The man gave the girl a quick worrying glance and stepped towards Carlisle holding out his hand. Carlisle took it. "My name is Fredric Holland. This is my wife Paula and our son Damien. And this girl…well we found her almost a hundred years back. She was hunting. She's never spoken to us, or smiled or even sighed, and she only ever breathes around humans." Fredric took another glance and the girl and sighed deeply. "We don't even know her name."

She looked away and down at the little boy, Damien, who was clutching at her hand, much to his mother's annoyance.
"Do you feed on animals?" Fredric asked turning back to us. We all nodded and he smiled. "Us too. She didn't, not till we found her." He gestured to the girl who was still looking at Damien.

"Are you living in Forks?" Carlisle asked.

Fredric shook his head and stepped forwards towards us and took a glance at me. I could tell I was reading his mind. But I didn't hear what he was thinking, I couldn't not from Alice's visions anyway.

"Why don't you bring her to them?" I asked. He thought again and looked at the girl frowning. Damien was hugging her now.

"She doesn't look dangerous." I replied to an unheard thought of his. He shook his head and I turned to Carlisle and used hand language…

I said—"He wants to find somewhere to take 'her' apparently his son looks up to her and he feels uncomfortable with her unhappiness around him, he doesn't want her to stay with them, he was wondering if we could take her."

"You treat as though she's a dog!" Carlisle hissed. Fredric looked at him apologetically and Carlisle sighed regaining his normal calmness. "Yes, we will of course." Fredric smiled and walked back to his wife Damien starts to scream pleaded for his father to let the mysterious girl stay with them.

"Dad! I love her please! Please let her stay." He screams hugging the girl tighter.

"You are ten years old you have no clue what love is." His father hissed.

"I'm eight hundred and fourteen! I was alone for almost three hundred years and the second I saw her I was in love!" Damien screams back.

And weirdly enough that was exactly how I felt for her, the second she glanced at me I felt an immediate love for her, maybe just maybe, it was her vampire power?

It was the first time I realize the girl was looking at me. Watching me.

End Of Alice's Vision…

"What the?" I say. Alice now stood next to me.

"I know it's weird. I wonder what's wrong with her. I just can't wait till we meet this coven and you can read her mind." Then we heard it. Screaming from a young boy. He was crying…

BPOV

Two hundred years. That is how long it's been. 200. A three digit number. It's been two hundred years since Elizabeth Cormac changed me, Isabella Swan.

It was the year 1806. I was seventeen. I was engaged to be married to Harold Cormac the Second. I did not love him but his father, Harold Cormac the First, was my father, Charles Swan's, boss. My father worked at a bank that Harold the First owned. My father owed Harold money and when he didn't pay it he begged. And Harold being a greedy man asked for me. At first my father thought he was going to make me a slave. But then he met Harold the Second. He was Twenty-six and was not very polite. He was self-centered and only wanted one thing from me.

I was pretty, or so I heard. I thought I looked like my mother, Renee. I was pale and had brown hair that reached to my mid-back. I have chocolaty brown that my father said could melt away anyone's heart with one glance.

When I was sixteen my father came home from work and told me that I was to be married within a year. I was very upset; after all my life had just begun and I was trying to get over the recent loss of my mother who died of the influenza. But all the same I wouldn't… couldn't ...complain as he sent me to live with Harold's sister; Elizabeth. After all he would probably be killed if I refused to marry Harold.

Elizabeth was Eighteen ad had been married off to a thirty year old man, she knew what I was going through. She had two daughters, Marie and Deloris. Marie was four years old and Deloris was almost a year old.

After living there for a year I loved the family and was delighted when Harold and I were made god-parents to Marie and Deloris when Peter, Elizabeth's husband, died. But I was also greatly devastated when Elizabeth disappeared leaving me alone with her daughters for five months. I was there new mom, that's what everyone had decided. But then Elizabeth came back… not exactly alive.

February fourteenth…Two days before my wedding. I heard Deloris scream first. I ran into the room to find her dead in her crib. She was pale and she was bleeding from the throat. "Bella!" Marie's screams came as she ran into the room and his behind me. "Bella, Mommy trying to hurts me!" She screamed. She ran behind me and pressed her face into my dress.

Then Elizabeth came in, her blonde hair falling limply on her pale shoulders. She had crimson red eyes and her dress was ripped. Her corset was showing, and she was cover in dried blood. It was even caked to the side of her perfect lips. But this did not matter, she was still beautiful. Even more so than before.

She crouched down as though to pounce and I held up my hands stepping back forcing Marie under the crib that was behind me. Then she did it, she pounced on me. I heard Marie's cries as I yelled for her to go get help and she ran out of the house screaming. The next thing I knew a pain rushed through me as Elizabeth's teeth sunk into my skin and I screamed.

I heard men yell as Elizabeth was pulled off me and I saw Harold pick me up bridal style and carry me off. I could hear Marie screaming for him to wait for her behind us, and yet I could not act on any of it, I couldn't concentrate; the pain was too much.

I woke up in the forest days later; I wasn't quite sure how many. But I could faintly smell Harold's scent. It was old… at least two days. He had left me, and I was alone... and I was a blood thirsty monster...

For fifty years I fed on humans. I also kept watch on my little Marie who grew old and had three sons and four daughters. I also watched Harold as he married another young woman the year after I "died". He had four sons and one daughter. His wife died of the Spanish influenza, as did he and his children.

Then for almost a hundred years I watched all of Elizabeth's descendants grow. They all died in 1912. Every single one, almost forty of them. They all died from the Spanish Influenza. I drank from most of them the eve of the death. It made me feel less of a monster. Taking lives that couldn't be saved.

On the day of February fourteenth 1921 I was in the woods thinking. Thinking about the last time I smiled. Only moments before dear Deloris's death. The last time I laughed. The last time I spoke. The last time I was happy. That's when I smelt it. It was another vampire. Then a boy who looked about nine or ten came out of the woods.

He had black hair that fell in curls into his face. He had dimples and a big smile on. The tips of my lips trembled as I tried to smile but I could only manage a frown. He stepped closer to me and stuck out his hand.

"Hi, I'm Damien Holland." He stated. I shook his hand forgetting how to speak. "Are you mute?" He questioned and I thought. Yes, yes I was mute. I would never speak again, ever. The world and God did not deserve to ever hear my voice again. They hurt me too much. So I nodded once and he frowned. "Oh." He said.

He took me back to his parents. It ends up his father had been hunting and ended up being the hunted. But the monster that created him was killed by a mountain lion. He came home three days later, bit Damien but was being hit by heavy stuff this his wife was throwing at him, and so he turned to her but pulled away before he killed her. Love won over lust. Luckily he had not killed Damien either.

Now almost one hundred years later I lived with a family of vampires. The youngest of them, who was technically almost six hundred years older than me, was in love with me.

I knew that Fredric and Paula didn't want me around their son. They had to train me to be a vegetarian. They tried to leave me in the forest all those years ago. But Damien would run to me. And when I heard them planning on taking me to the
Volturi, even though I couldn't be happier to die, I ran.

"Wait!" Damien called. He followed me already sobbing.

Then I stopped in a meadow. If the Holland's wanted me dead and I wanted me dead then why was I running? I snapped out of my thoughts when a pair of arms lunged around my waist knocking me over. Damien cried into my lap-- that's why I didn't want to go. I didn't want to hurt him…my brother, though he thought of me more of a wife or mate, I wouldn't want him be sad, and he would be really sad if I died.

Then the others came. Seven of them I sat there looking down at Damien as the leader of the coven was asking me who I was. I didn't answer, I never talked, I never would, I stopped talking…forever.

Then I felt it, someone was trying to get into my head. Before I could look up I heard Fredric call Damien and he gave my hand one last squeeze before running for his mother. Then Fredric called me too. I stood up and glanced curiously at the one who was trying to get into my head. He was very handsome, even for a vampire. He had messy bronze xolored hair that fell shaggily over his forehead. What I saw in his eyes was weird... he looked at me, as though I was an angel, a goddess of some sort...me a monster and I immediately felt that he was good unlike the rest of us. He was different from all the rest...he was... no words came to mind. Then I walked over to Fredric.

I watched as Fredric talked to these other vampires. I kept my eye on the one that had the ability to read minds. And for some strange reason I felt something clutch at my heart. Something I hadn't felt since I was told that I was to be Marie and Deloris's new mother. It couldn't have been…love…no it wasn't. God didn't deserve to see me happy again, not after He gave me an eternity of total damnation. But I kept watching even as Fredric used his ability to place thoughts in other people minds, even though the vampire (Edward... his name was Edward) didn't need Fredric's power to hear his thoughts.

Then Edward used sign language and apparently Fredric was giving me away.

After Fredric and Damien's fight I knelt down in front of Damien and kissed him on the cheek much to everyone's surprise. Paula even gasped. Then I half-heartedly (more like quarter-heartedly) smiled, for the first time in two hundred years the corners of my lips went up instead of down. Damien gave me a hug and when he released me I stood up and hugged Paula. Gave Fredric a nod and a handshake and stood with the others.

Fredric thanked them again as Damien screamed out for me. I felt my heart break as Paula and Fredric carried him off. I gave him one last wave good-bye and turned to the other coven.

"Hello." The one named Carlisle said. "What's your name?" I stared at him not answering; and he sighed nodding. I looked at Edward again and he tilted his head to one side curiously.

"I can't read your mind." He said and I wrapped my arms around myself protectively giving him a subtle hint that I was shield, that was my power. He seemed to get it.

"That's a good power to have. Especially when you're mute." He said smiling a very dazzling crooked smile. A smile I knew I would love to see. There were three things in my damned life that I loved, one was Damien's laughter, that was gone...another was the dimples in Damien's cheeks as he smiled at me in his loving way, I guess was another one crossed off the list of things that I would be excited to see everyday. Now the only thing I was excited to see was that crooked smile. I claimed it right there. It was my smile.

I just stared silently and he sighed at his failed attempt to lighten the mood. Then we all started to run. I just followed. Still watching Edward and his perfect face. Why was I doing this? I loved Damien because he reminded me of a baby that I thought of as my own daughter. But why was I watching Edward like I did Damien (a little less protectively) why did I love him so much. I didn't know him. And god didn't deserve to see me love, so see me happy…it was bad enough that He saw me smile even the slightest bit. Why was I acting this way towards Edward?

A/N: What do you think? I have no clue where this idea came from. It was originally going to be something along the lines of Edward and Bella being best friends as children and then she was a nurse during the Spanish Influenza. And when Edward was changed and she knew about it and convinced someone else to change her and she dedicated her life to finding Edward. Then like one hundred years later she moves to Forks and she goes to Forks high and Edward's there. But I ended up writing this, so how do you like it?