Blood Lines

A/N:

I absolutely adore Damon and Bella pairings. Wether portrayed as lovers, buddies, comrades or like how I used them here, father-daughter relationship.
And... yeah. Read, I guess.

All recognizable characters, settings, etc. belongs solely to their respective authors - though they might not appreciate or find it amusing that I mess with their literary prowess. No copyright infringement is intended.

Prologue (Also kind of chapter-ish, though)

I stood from the doorway of my room, staring the almost bare exterior with passive eyes; memories of my pretentious life flashing before me. Charlie, Forks High School, some of the townsfolk, La Push, Jacob Black and of course...

I wiped the sudden tears that ran down my cheeks. No. I am not going to cry for them again. I swore that this was the last time that I moped for the Cullens. It was pathetic. This was not me.

Now, this might get pretty odd. You see, when I said that this was not me, I meant it literally. Bella Swan was all faux. Dull human with brown eyes and matching brown tresses? Daughter of Chief Swan that moved from Arizona? Please.

I tried, really. You know, to feel human. To feel normal. And realizing how they messed up everything, it angered me to no end. I was miserable that they left, but it was because of my issues. I quite have some abandonment issues, you see. When I get attached to someone, it's awfully hard for me to let go. But after a lot of depressing days of coping, - if you can actually call it coping – I slowly regained my senses and I figured that it was time to move on. The Cullens would be buried at the back part of my mind as a bad memory that by time I would hopefully forget.

Ah, hell. Who am I kidding? The downsides of being a vampire are their damned photographic memory.

You heard that right. I myself is a de mortius. But how could I look like a human and act human, you ask? Well, there is two kinds of vampires; the Cold Ones like a particular family I knew once, (rolls eyes) and the Night Walkers. That's me.

You already know what Cold ones are and what they look like. Ghost white complexion, rock hard skin that glitters in the sunlight, eyes that have colours depending on their diet – crimson when they feed off humans and amber when they feed from animals. They can't sleep, they don't burn in the sun, they have enhanced senses and superior strength, and some can have talents that they bring from their human lives. Oh, and the shape shifters are their natural enemy.

Night walkers on the other hand, are pretty much the description of a traditional vampire. Burns in the sunlight, can be killed by a stake, drinks blood (that's a given) and have fangs. But even with the overrated downsides, we are far more powerful than the Cold Ones. We might be even in strength and maybe just a bit faster in speed, we might not be that unbreakable as them, but we have the supremacy to do things they cannot.

Night walkers have the power of compulsion. We can compel humans and even vampires to submission. We can transform and shape shift, – with enough practice, that is – are naturally telepathic, can drink from humans without losing control and kill them, and some of us can control the weather if one's powerful enough. And the older we are, the stronger.

Also, we have human characteristics. We can eat human food and actually taste it; but it provides no nutrition for us and does not affect our physical features. We can sleep. We sweat and we can cry. We have blood in our system and we have a heartbeat. That makes us easier to blend in with humans. The times that we would look not normal though, is when our fangs elongate and our eyes turn red with blackened veins popping out; that happens when we're feeding or enraged.

And the reason why I can walk in the sun is because I have this specialized ring that protects me. It's made by a witch.

Yeah, witches are true too. So are real werewolves. But we'll get to that later.

Obviously, The Cullens had no idea that I am one. They believe that I am merely human; one that they can play around with. And foolish as I was, I let them. Without ripping them to shreds and making them suffer hell when they got tired and left.

But I know who will. The person I trusted the most. The one that I left before I went here to Forks. The one I know who will always be there for me to love and accept me irrevocably and unconditionally. The one that would probably give me a hard time for suddenly disappearing off without a trace because of a fight that we never had a chance to talk about. And the one I called to pick me up any moment now.

I was leaving. I was going to start anew. This – this...hoax that I'm living up will get me nowhere. I was going back. I'm decided.

It might have been an hour or longer when I heard some commotion downstairs. After a minute or two, Charlie called for me.

"Isabella? You're father is here!"

Daddy.