To Be Loved Again

Chapter 01: Time To Move On.

Isabella's POV

VAMPIRES COME OUT!

Five Years On.

"Really?" I thought to myself as I looked at that day's headlines. "Why the fuck did I continue to subscribe to this paper for so long? Hell, why did I bother to subscribe to any newspaper?" I thought to myself as I threw the paper to the floor and returned to the task of packing.

It baffled me, five years now and it was all the same fucking thing, oooh, vampires are real. Christ, anybody would think that nothing happened in the world any more. Of course, that wasn't the case, horrible and unforgivable things still happen in the world it just now we vampires get the fucking blame for everything. It really pissed me off, we were getting the blame for shit that was being committed by humans or the other vampire race.

Now, first things first. Yes, there are two kinds of vampires. I am part of the 'typical movie' vampires. Only come out at night, packed with fangs, mind control and all that other shit. Don't get me wrong, it's great, you wouldn't believe some of the shit I made Mike Newton do in the dead of night. Shit he doesn't remember but I have video evidence of for my own enjoyment. Dickhead never did get the message that I wasn't interested.

Of course, like everything else in this world, there is a downside to being a vampire. But ever since the elders of our race decided to out us to the world five years ago, everything has really went to shit. I remember the days when a human would be on trial for murder, and plead insanity because 'God' made them do it. Total bullshit of course, God has better things to do with his time than talk to nutters. Anyway, these days, a human commits murder their defence is this. "A vampire glamoured me into it." Again, total bullshit but because humans fear what they don't understand, and the fact we could kill the whole lot of them in seconds, they believe it.

Yes, the downside to our exposing ourselves to the world is that we get the blame for everything.

Take last night for example, some video went viral on Youtube because Angelina Jolie had a broken nail and some crazy obsessed fan blamed it on the vampire she was having a friendly chat with.

Yes, that's the way of the world now. If you commit a crime and you're a human, blame it on us vampires and you'll fucking walk. It's bull shit.

Though, naturally, when you have humans who now blame vampires for their sins, there is the other side of the coin. Those that just love us, the ones that buy everything that has anything to do with vampires. From comic books to some of the most fucked up merchandise I've ever seen, I mean bobble head vampires? What were they thinking? Mind you, it's a damn sight better than what some of the celebrities are doing these days. The amount of actors and actresses that are doing vampire movies or TV shows, I think the only actors and actresses that haven't been on the screen in a vampire related show are the ones that are already dead. Then there are singers, these are by far the worst of the celebrity vampire obsession. They even have two new awards now at the Grammy's, best vampire song and best vampire music video.

I heard Lady Gaga won for best vampire song but Taylor Swift got best vampire video. Beyonce was rumoured to have thrown a serious bitch fit about it and her popularity has kind of dropped since then or so I heard.

Then there's the public. As I said earlier you have those who blame us for everything but there are three other groups that the public fall under. Group two are those that hate us and are just itching for the age old tradition of bringing out the stakes and pitch forks, though with this being the 21st century they most like have something much more deadly to throw at us. Just last week one of these vampire haters managed to storm into a press conference with holy water and about 20 stakes strapped to his body. As you can probably guess, it didn't end well for him.

Group three are those that are afraid of us but are willing to give us the benefit of the doubt. The ones that, if they meet a vampire, would terrified shitless but want to ask us questions about what it's like to be a vampire. Which brings us to the last group, and Christ and the Devil both do I hate this group. The ones that really, really love us or to be more accurate, the vampire groupies. They're the biggest load of morons to draw breath, I swear they thing we're all just one giant music band or something. This group have gotten themselves a lovely nickname, note my sarcasm, they are called Fangbangers.

See, told you, such a lovely nickname.

Speaking of, one of those dipshit have actually slid something under my door again. How the fuck did they find out where I lived anyway?

"Don't worry," I told myself mentally as I picked it and tossed whatever it was in the bin. "You're out of here tomorrow and never coming back." I reminded myself.

With a shake of my head I turn my attention back to the apartment at large. Yes, this place had seen many interesting things in my time here, most of which surrounding Fangbangers that couldn't get it through their thick skulls that I had no time for the idiots. It was one of the main reasons why I was moving to Louisiana in the first place, the other being that Forks is a real small fucking town and I just can't stay here anymore.

Mind you, I dare say moving from the small town of Forks to the small town of Bon Temps, Louisiana is only going to bite me in the arse. I suppose the charm of living in a small town like Forks worked on me after all, after a fashion.

You see Forks is my place of birth, and traditionally it should have been a place to bring many happy memories to my life. Maybe if I had been raised here for my whole life it would, but when your parents divorce and your mother takes you clean across country. Well, your happy memories quota drops drastically. I moved back here when I was 17, and that's how I came to learn of the other kind of vampire.

The Cold Ones, and I effectively became the very first Fangbanger before the term was even invented. Then again, Fangbanger and Cold Ones don't really go together, as the Cold Ones don't have fangs. They can also go out in the day, but they tend to avoid the sun, not because they would burst into flames or anything. No, they sparkle. Yep, you heard me, fucking sparkle. That's not the worst thing though, I actually wanted to be one of those walking disco balls.

But lets face it, what kind of vampire would you much rather be? A, Dracula's kind or B, the gay disco ball? A, clearly. But again, as I said earlier about downsides, when your movements are restricted to night hours, it makes travelling a real bitch. Sure, I can travel by day, I just have to do it in a coffin.

Isn't that messed up? We can make synthetic blood that allows us to announce our existence to the world but we can't come up with something other than a coffin to sleep in? Still, I have been a vampire for almost ten years now, I suppose I'm long passed due to getting used to it.

My Maker, a two thousand plus old vampire called Godric, turned me on my 23rd birthday. But that wasn't the day we met, no we actually met when I was 19 and still in the deep abyss of depression that they left me in.

They, are a coven of Cold Ones that had the nerve to call themselves a family. I dated the youngest male of the coven, which is how I became the first Fangbanger, again not that the term can actually count when they don't have fangs. Counts even less when you don't actually bang said vampire.

Anger exploded inside of me as I recalled everything he told me, it was complete and utter shit of course but I was 17 and in love for the first time so I fell for it hook, line and sinker. Loved like a daughter, never leave me, wanted me safe and what did they do? Left me without so much as a fuck you and up shit creek without a paddle, shit I didn't even have a damn boat.

I feel the beginnings of murderous rage consume me, until my cells started ringing from the side board. I used my speed to answer the phone, knowing instantly who it would be. Godric, he wasn't just a maker to me, he was my brother, father, best friend and my protector.

"Hello," I answered quickly, had I been thinking I would have marvelled that I didn't destroy my phone I grabbed it so quick.

"What has you upset my child?" Godric's urgent voice asked me.

Though his voice was urgent, it soothed me, just not as much as I wished.

"My mind went to, you know, them." I replied, as my free hand went to grip the edge of the side board.

There was silence on the other end for a moment.

"I never should have taken this Sheriff's position." Godric's sad voice came back.

I straightened up, hating that I my anger at them was making him sad.

"Yes, you should have and you did. Godric, I love you but you know you can't protect me from everything and certainly not from bad memories." I told him firmly.

Again, my words were met with silence.

"I love you too, my child. It's not just your safety that I grave either, I grave for your happiness and that you will one day find your true soul mate and know what it is to be truly loved." Godric told me with a sad sigh.

I sniffed, and I knew there were blood tears falling down my face.

"Damn it, Godric. You weren't supposed to make me cry." I scolded as I grabbed a tissue to wipe away the blood tears.

Godric, the git, had the nerve to laugh.

"I apologise but at least that infamous rage of yours is back under control." Godric replied seriously.

I sighed and threw my head back to stare at the ceiling.

"Yes, I know. The world knows about us now, which means I can't go hunting human criminals down to make myself feel better." I recited my promise to him.

"Good. Now, you leave for Louisiana tomorrow, yes?" Godric asked me, purely to double check my decision.

"Yes and in truth, I can't wait to get the hell out of here. I can't believe I stayed as long as I did." I said, though maybe more to myself than to him. "So, any last instructions?" I asked, I am determined to focus on the future.

"Just make sure you go to Shreveport at the earliest opportunity and announce your presence to Eric. He's the Sheriff of that area and will help you if you need it." Godric told me in his best 'Dad' voice.

"Understood, I'll call you as soon as I get back to my new home after talking to Eric." I told him.

"Okay, I will speak to you soon my child." Godric promised.

"Bye," I replied with a small smile on my face.

Godric promptly hung up then. I used to find it rude at first, but now I know better, he preferred not to say bye as to him it implied never seeing someone again. Which just wasn't true as far as the two of us were concerned.

Well, this was it. The last 'night' in my apartment, I just hope I'm not making a giant mistake by moving to Louisiana.

A/N: Same story, just rewritten. On yet another re-read I notice that there was still some things that didn't make sense, so I decided to just do a complete rewrite adding more detail and hopefully with it more sense.

Hope you like the rewritten first chapter, more to come later today/tomorrow depending on where you are in the world.