Prologue

I looked at his staring face. The predator. My mind and body screamed at me to put as much distance as I could between us. But as I inhaled his scent, and looked him in his eyes, I was frozen. Only my mind stopped me from running to him, to touch is beautiful face. My mind was keeping me alive.

Chapter 1

Again and again and again. The expressions on their faces were always the same. Kind, caring... hopeful. They should have learned by now. I DONT want a new family. My name is Isabella Marie Swan. Call me Izzy, never Bella. I never want to hear that name again. I'm an orphan. No I don't want to talk about; you probably already believe I'm mad. I'm about to meet my new family. Ha. That's what they said last 3 times.

BPOV

I got out of the old, gray car with my current guardian. (N/A sorry if I have anything wrong I have no idea about this. Sorry!) I stared at the big, white mansion in front of us. I gulped. My guardian, Jenny smiled at me timidly. Even she was scared of me now. We walked to the door and rang the bell. I studied the ground as the door opened.

"Hello," My eyes looked up after hearing the velvety, musical voice. I blushed. "My name is Edward. You must Jenny?" The bronze haired angel shook hands with my guardian, then his eyes caught mine, and I was barely able to breathe. "Which would make you Miss Isabella Swan?"

I nodded, and then mentally kicked myself. I should have talked instead standing there like an idiot.

I blushed harder and his cute smile grew into a beautiful crooked one.

"I think Alice will have fun with you!"

As we walked into his 'house' and he called his father and mother to talk to Jenny, I was able to think again, and not be disrupted by his face. His face... Now that I think about it, it was kind of familiar. Had I met him before? No. I would never forget that face. But something was familiar; it reminded me of their deaths.

*Flashback* - Bella is 7

I hear screaming... My mother's screaming. Why? She was fine wasn't she?

My dad was screaming before, just after those people came. They looked perfect, beautiful, graceful... pale.