This story is inspired by Vampwriter, hope you like it.

Bella Aisu POV

I began my journey in the early 1800's by leaving Japan. It had been my home for more than 200 years, as I was born in the late 1500's in the Abukuma Mountains of Japan. The Japanese call me a Yuki Onna, yet I have many names. My birth name is Isabella Marie Aisu, yet I go by Bella Aisu. My mother was what we would now call an Israelite that fell in love with a snow spirit and let him carry her off to Japan where I was born. She died the day that I was born, giving her last breath for me so that I could live. My father had loved my mother so much that he stopped living after I could take care of myself. I was on my own by the time I hit seven years of age and by 16 I was capable of leaving my mountain. The mountain was my home, my sanctuary, and my haven. Maturing very quickly and living all by myself at a young age is a perk of being a Yuki Onna, I also had amazing speed and strength and am practically impossible to destroy. Even though I was born of a mortal woman I was immortal and completely my fathers child. I was born in the snow and ice and that is what I drew my strength from. I had to learn how to control myself before I could go into society. I learned early on that I had a temper and when it flared it destroyed. But eventually I got bored of Japan and wanted to explore the world, wanted to see what else was out there, so I left and took off towards my mother's homeland, modern day Israel.

China

Thibet

Hindostan

Persia

Syria

I had finally arrived on the Mediterranean coast where my mother had lived her life before meeting my father. Traveling had done me good, I had learned to control my power and now I only released it when I needed to. At first I blew up at simple touches, not being able to help myself I had released the power of my mountain and froze the poor people that made contact with me. By the time I hit Hindostan I only froze people that got me mad, which was more often than not. It was in Syria that I got my temper under control and was able to hold myself back even if people got me ticked off.

Even though I was out of my element I lived on the coast of the Mediterranean for 70years. I hide myself away when the locals started to talk; I fished when I was hungry, and sold my homemade trinkets when I needed money. It was fun for a while but I got bored and decided to see the world. So I took off again, by than I was in the Ottoman Empire.

Crossing into Russia I traveled to the East to visit my home before I left again. Traveling through Russia I heard of their plans to try and get a new port, in warmer waters. Hurrying to Japan, I got there just in time to see them declare war. That was the first war that I participated in and the first time I met a vampire. I became a sailor and defended my homeland. After the war I went to visit Europe.

Hungary

Austria

World War 1 was declared while I passed over into Italy. I again entered the war, but this time I dressed as a male and entered as a soldier. I used my power to protect my buddies and myself, no bullet could penetrate my shield of ice and if it did I healed right up and kept coming. Even though I killed humans it was the vampires that I was after, those four years were the bloodiest of my life. I killed the same amount of people in that war compared to all the innocent people I killed before I could control my power and plenty of vampires to satisfy my appetite. After being in the trenches that long, seeing people dying all around me I decided that I would never kill another person unless they deserved it.

Feeling pulled to the West I left Germany and went to the United Kingdom but before I could get on a ship headed for the United States, Japan got into another war. I was a nurse in the Russian Civil war and also in the Second World War. After the war I hitched a ride over to the United States through some sailors that I became friends with. I had finally arrived at what felt like would be my new homeland. I spent the next 60years in hiding gaining money and food when I could. I slowly drifted northwest in my journey and eventually came across a small town in the Upper Peninsula of Washington called Forks.

Hopefully I did okay with the countries, old maps are really hard to read on the Internet for some reason.