First fanfiction and I don't own Twilight, only the plot.

I'm looking for a Beta.

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I dry myself off and walk across the bathroom to the mirrored wall. All I see is a new job, new city, a new smile, a new haircut and new ink matching the many other tattoos I have, all of them just to be hidden behind suits and dresses. I remember all the warnings from my friends, family, teachers and colleagues.

I scoff at it and trail the fresh healed lines of my phoenix on my hip across my ribs. My personal symbol for my new life, as a swan I should have found something more swanfull or ladylike. God, mother you're full of bullshit.

I already burned, now it's my time to rise. I remembered when I saw the words first on my 18th birthday.

-FLASHBACK

"Oh please, Joker, it's one tiny tattoo, I won't cry, I promise!", I whine and pout at my best friend, Adrian fucking has one tattoo as a symbol for our friend ship but I can't, HYPOCRITE!

"Ace, you should be scared, remember your phobia? The one where you're fucking scared of needles? Like you break down every time someone mentions a blood transfusion?" She scoffs at me.

"But I can choose this pain, it's my decision and after that I'll have a wonderful result and a reminder of you forever!", I whisper.

She sighs and positions the needle on my shoulder.

FLASHBACK END-

I smile at the memory with teary eyes and get dressed.

Today's the first day of my new life.

I walk towards the big building with the mirrored windows.

CULLEN & SONS INK..

I scoff at the originality people share these days. I open the door and the usual scent hits my nose. Ha, asskissers, lawyers, unfaithful husbands and wives and golddiggers.

Welcome to my life. Isabella Marie Swan, age of 26, daughter to Renee Marie Dwyer, free spirit and wife of baseball legend Philip Dwyer, and Charles Swan, chief of police in Forks, WA and owner of Black Swan security, husband of Susanne Clearwater. Spitfire, inked from leg to neck.

So.. yeah. :D