I really don't like dark weather. Or rain. Or snow. Or anything alike. Really how could people actually stand living here permanently? My intense dislike of dark might have something to do with what I do for living because dark meant no or little sunlight. And no/little sunlight meant vampires.

That's right. My full name is Isabella Marie Swan. I prefer Bella. And I hunt and kill vampires for a living. My family was slaughtered by a vampire when I was small and I was saved by a vampire hunter Greg, who is just as human as I am, who later trained me to be like him. You would probably wonder how a weak human can actually go around killing vampires. I was pretty curious myself. But it turns out the old man made some kind of potion with vampire venom which gave the strength and speed of one. It prolonged your lifetime measurably, too. It tastes like shit, though. But we stand no change against those God damned parasites without it.

Anyway, I came to a small town called Forks in the state of Washington because Greg assigned me here even though he knows I hate cold. It really sucks that these monsters only reside in such places. Another reason for me to hate them. The town is so small that it probably couldn't even hold our entire guild. There are a lot of us. And not to mention I had to go to school too. Greg thought it would be easier to hear rumors when there were people around me. He was right but I still didn't like it. Not that I can go against his orders.

So here I am. In the courtyard of Forks High School. Mentally preparing myself for my first day. I took a deep breath and finally walked in. It seems my clothing wasn't really helping me blend in. I was wearing black skinny jeans, a black tight top and black leather jacket with black high heeled boots. I didn't really pay too much attention to my clothing and wore what I always did but I guess normal people don't dress like this. I should go shopping.

I was staring at the floor, making way to my class when someone approached me. "Hey you must be the new girl? Isabella, right?"

I smiled. Thank God I was good at acting. "Yep. That's me. Just Bella, though."

"It's very nice to meet you. I'm Eric, the eyes and ears of this place." So you would be the one to hear the rumors. Nice. "Anything you need? Tour guide lunch date? Shoulder to cry on?"

"Uh… Thanks but I'm really not the type to cry but the type to make people cry." He laughed, probably thinking that I was joking.

"Great headline for the feature. I'm on the news paper and you're news, baby, front page." Right. Great idea. Put murderous girl on the front page.

I clenched my jaw. "I would rather you didn't do that." I told him with a serious look. He was a little taken aback by my reaction but nodded.

"Ok, then. No feature." He said.

"Thanks." I said and walked towards the gym where I had physical education. Good. I needed work out some stress any way.

It appears volleyball is not a great way to work out stress when you are surrounded by puny human who might die if you hit the ball too hard. I did my best to avoid the ball but when it was coming right into my face I had no choice but to hit it. As lightly as possible. The ball hit a boy with blond hair. I went to to apologize. He was mad until he turned around and saw me.

"I'm sorry I… I told them not to let me play." For their own good.

"No! That-that's okay. It's… You're… Isabella, right?" he said.

I nodded and faked a smile again. "Yeah but I prefer Bella." I told him.

He stretched out his hand. "I-I'm Mike Newton." I held his hand and shook it but it was a little awkward. I wasn't used to physical contact with strangers. Human especially. "Nice to meet you" I said when a girl, who had brown hair and was a few inches shorter than me, came near us.

"So you met the new girl, huh, Mike?" She smiled playfully at Mike. Someone's got a crush… "I'm Jessica by the way. Nice to meet you." She shook my hand too. "Hey, you're from Arizona, right? Aren't you supposed to a little bit more tan?" She asked with a stupid smile on her face.

"Probably yeah. Got nothing to do about genetics, I guess." I smiled slightly. Or vamp venom. They looked at each other for a second and then they laughed.

"You're good!" Mike said, laughing.

"It's so funny." Jessica agreed and continued to fake her laugh. I nodded.

"Right. Umm… See you guys later, I guess." I said and returned to the game. Man, these people were weird. Thankfully I didn't see them again. Until lunch. Where I had to sit with them. At least it was a good way of getting to know other people. I liked the girl called Angela way better than Jessica. She knew not to force a conversation on someone who clearly didn't want to talk. The two of them were talking about what to put on the newspaper, since I didn't want them to make something about me, when I saw them walk inside and I knew what they were at first sight. Vampires. 5 of them.

"Who are they?" I asked the girls and they didn't even have to look at them to know who I was referring to.

"The Cullens." Angela said. She spoke lowly like she weren't supposed to talk about this. Jessica continued with a similar tone.

"They're Dr. and Mrs. Cullen's foster kids. They moved here from Alaska couple of years ago."

"They kinda keep to themselves." Wish I could.

"Yeah, 'cause they're all together. Like together together. " She took a peek at the blond woman and the huge black haired guy that entered. "The blond one, that's Rosalie and the big dark haired guy, Emmet, they're like a thing." The couple moved towards what was probably the only empty table. "I'm not even sure that's legal." Jessica added.

"They're not actually related." Angela reminded her.

"Yeah, but they live together. It's weird." Then she glanced towards the door once again and continued with the next couple that walked in. "And… The little dark haired on is Alice. She's really weird." If I lived that long, I would probably be weird, too. Not that I'm not weird now. "And umm… She's with Edward. He's totally gorgeous. It's a pity that he's with such a weird girl." She seemed like she wasn't too happy with that. "Dr. Cullen is like this foster dad/match maker."

"Maybe he'll adopt me." Angela said with a smile. Not unless you want me to kill you.

There was only one left. "Who's that?" I pointed the blond guy that was coming in. Jessica looked at him and started talking. "That's Jasper and unlike the other members of his family he's single but it appears no one here interests him." She wrinkled her nose. Got rejected, did you? "He always looks like he is pain or something." I frowned. The blond guy, Jasper, he was definitely uncomfortable with something. He couldn't have been a new born or he wouldn't be able to take being around so many humans. Weird. My thoughts were interrupted by someone touching my head. I looked around but the girls were just chatting among themselves. I was about to ask who did it when it happened again. I turned around only to see that the Cullens were staring at me. Edward in particular was staring very intensely and looked somewhat annoyed. Then the feeling came back. It was like someone was poking my heads rapidly. He was trying to read my mind. I turned back to the table. The feeling went away after a while but I was annoyed enough. I guess I had to pay a visit to the Cullens. Today after school.