Preface: Winter Moon

I died long ago, I was 19 years old. Young to some but I was always older then most. When I was 13 I was raped by my father best friends son, Royce King, I was lucky he lost interest in me after my Older sister Rosalie hit Fifteen (Though I always worried for her, but I was to prideful to tell anyone). She was beautiful, some people even questioned our relation, but what we laked in appearance we made up for with personality. I never thought much on how I'd die, but in the place of someone I...Love...it cant be that bad.

True I am already technically dead but if this is finished then...I'll be dead for good. My life has always been filled with pain, love and pride, this will be no different. I tense as the red eyed demon moves forward, this is the price of beauty.

Winter Moon

Rochester, New York 1933:

I walked through the two story Victorian mansion that my father, James Hale, owned. My Pale Blue silk dress flowing behind me as I walked swiftly and gracefully. I thanked god for the grace lessons my mother forced me into when I was six. I was a clumsy child, a danger magnet. My waist length blond hair flowing down my back. Blond hair was one thing me and my sister inherited, though mine has a almost brown look at the top and my eyebrows are brown, it makes people believe mine is died, but really it was a birth defect, its always been that way, I have grown to like it.

My eyes are like my father, big blue/green, not quit hazel. My sister inherited my mothers eyes, Violet, I have always been envious of those eyes. I sighed as I reached Roses door, I raised my ringed fist to knock hesitating. How could I tell my older sister that she could not marry Royce king, I saw the way she looked at him, she thought she was in love. How could I tell her that at Thirteen Royce raped me, got me Pregnant, and made me give up the two thing I wanted most to share with my future husband, who ever that maybe. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, I would not, I would just try and get her to reconsider, maybe Royce had changed.

I slowly knocked and waited for Rose to invite me in, I got the reply a minute latter and opened the door quickly and shut it behind me just as quick. "Sister! Have you heard, I'm getting married!" Rosalie said as she stood up from brushing her long blonde hair. Hers was golden blond, while mine was light and sun kissed. I tried to smile but I could tell she saw straight through me.

"What is the Matter Isabella?" Rose asked and I sat down on her pink and White bed. "I am worried...I do not believe it safe to...marry King." I said, Spitting the word King. Rose looked at me with a frown, "Its Royce and he is a fine man, and Father wishes for me to marry him, I am almost eighteen it is time I did as he wishes and find me a man to settle down with, have children." She said getting a dreamy look in her eyes. I sighed, I knew I could not change her mind, I once had the same look, that was before he raped me and left me pregnant with his twins.

Crystal and Jade, they lived somewhere else now...I had no idea where, my aunt Sophie was supposed to take care of it, she died a year ago. I wrapped Rose in a hug and kissed the top of her head, I was a year younger, but I always took responsibility to the extreme and had let my mother instincts take over the moment I realised Renee Hale was a child at heart and would always be irresponsible. It was no secret why father married her, she was beautiful. Not as beautiful as the famous Hale Sister, as others called me and Rose, but she looked like a mix between a older rose and me. I got my cheek bones from her while Rose got hers from Father, my other features where my father while Rose took after Mother.

"Just be careful Rosie. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you." I said and let her go standing up. I pulled out a small wrapped gift and gave it to her. She smiled and opened it, only to pull out a necklace, with a blue sapphire that blended with her eyes beautifully. She gasped and looked at me.

"It is your something blue. I figured you would not change your mind so I got this for you, I would have even if you had changed you mind. I love you Rosalie Lillian Hale, Big Sister." I said a tear falling down my cheek. She stood and wraped me in a hug also. "I love you to, Isabella Violet-Marie Hale." She said and I smiled on last time as she let me go before leaving the room.

Rochester New York; 1933:

I walked back to my room and sliped on my blue diamond necklace, my charm bracelet, a heart, a J and a C attached onto it. I applied a small amount of make up, brushed my hair, and slipped on a pair of ballerina blue slippers, straightened my blue floor length dress, grabed my blue and white shawl and finally picked up my purse. I walked to the entrance and smiled at our maid and butler. "Mary, James, please tell my father and mother I went out to see Royce. If they ask why tell them I Needed to congratulate him." I said and without looking headed out the door.

I decided to walk to the kings, their home was not very far and the weather was fair. I began walking with my head down, I was almost their when I bumped into a person, oddly it felt like bumping into stone. I was knocked off my feat only to be caught in those rock hard arms. I looked up into Golden eyes and smiled. I stood and straightened myself and help out my hand. "I am so sorry, I was not looking where I was going. I am Isabella." I said, the man was handsome with bronze hair and golden eyes. He kissed my hand shocking me and smiled, oddly enough it looked like he was not breathing.

"No, It is my fault. Maybe I will see you again, I'm Edward." He said and I felt heat rise to my cheeks. I smiled again and turned to leave as I was walking away I got the urge to turn back, when I did, he was gone. I came upon the kings home and was happy to see Mr. and Mrs kings car gone. I walked defiantly up to the front door and knocked. Few minuted latter Royce opened the door. His eyes took a evil glint upon seeing me and I pulled my shawl against myself more. "Isabella...come in." He said, Hesitantly I did and jumped slightly as he shut the door.

I turned and with furry in my eyes I said, "What do you plan on doing with my sister Royce?" he chuckled and smiled.

"I plan to marry her...is that all you came here for Bella?" He asked, I gritted my teeth, seething at his cocky smile and glinting blue eyes. "If you hurt Rose I will Kill you." I said getting up in his face before pushing roughly past him to the door. As my hand touched the knob he spoke. "Is that a threat?" he asked. I turned and with a smirk and hate filled eyes, "No that is a promise." I said before leaving the house.

Rochester New York: 1934:

I sat perplexed as the hours ticked by. I sat in Rosalie's room, it was just as she left when she went to see Vera. Her long skirt and blouse were layed out on the bed and the lip stick was on the vanity along with her gold hair brush. I picked up the golden framed picture of me and Rose two years ago, she was sixteen I was fifteen. I gritted my teeth and through the picture against the wall, a animalistic scream tearing its way from my throat. How dare that scum kill my Sister. She was barely eighteen and he took away everything, took her dreams, her pride and her life.

He had done the same to me, but he had left me alive. God damn him, he was warned, I should have never let Father marry Rosalie off to that..that Monster. I screamed again, my anger turning in grief and my grief turning in angry sobs. I lay their on my sister white carpeted floor, crying, a big wet spot appears on the ground under me but i could care less. I had promised to protect her, she may have been older, but she was still so nieve, so trusting. Now she was dead, my Rose, My sister. I slowly crawled my way over to the broken glass and the picture. Carefully I picked it up, obviously not careful enough as I cut my hand on the glass, though I could care less.

I took out the photo, we where at the beach, I was dressed in a one piece Blue bathing suit while she wore a red one piece. we where laying on a blanket and our heads where tossed back in laughter. I traced Roses face and squeezed my left hand into a fist, wincing as I felt the pain from the cut. I stood up, and placed the photo into roses vanity drew and grabbed a scarf from roses closet. Rose would kill me if she knew what I was about to do, but my hand was really starting to bleed and the smell was getting to me. I wrapped the scar tightly around the palm of my hand and tied it tight before taking in a deep breath and pulled out a long floor length black dress, the shoulders where bear something not to looked upon now days so I grabed a black croped tie sweater to put over it, but it wouldn't clash.

I brushed my hair, wincing as I remembered Rosalie doing the same to her similar coloured hair and put in black chandelier earrings and a black onyx drop necklace. I put on the charm bracelet rose had gotten me on my fifteenth birthday and took another deep breath and then exhaled. I grabed my small black and white purse and sliped on the black flats before walking out the door to meet my parents in the living area. My mother was standing in her glory, her eyes blood shot and her knee length black dress and high heals, in her hair was a black flower and my father stood beside her in a black tux and looked just as devastated.

"Isabella? What happened to your hand?" Renee asked. I looked down and frowned, "I broke a picture and cut my hand picking it up. It is nothing to worry about." I said and she nodded, for once I saw the responsible side of my mother and it shocked me. My father sighed deep before motioning at the door, a butler had already opened it. "Well let us be on our way." he said and I nodded, we arrived at the grave yard thirty minutes latter. I growled as I saw Royce and his family, when he saw me he just smiled a evil look in his blue eyes. It made me want to cut his eyes out and tear his pecker off and shove it into his mouth. I didn't even notice I was glowering until my mom hit me on the arm and stern look in her eyes.

No one believed Royce had anything to do with Rosalie's death. Their was no evidence as their was no body but I knew, I knew how evil he was. I looked straight forward as the priest began.

"We gather here today to lay to rest, Rosalie Lillian Hale..." That was all I heard before I blocked it out. I would Kill Royce King, no one would stop me.

Rochester New York: 1934

"Doctor will she be alright?" I heard my mother ask, as I lay in the bed of a white and blue room with a lot of lights.

"To be honest Mrs. Hale...I do not know. If we had caught the illness before it is possible but now...I give her a year maybe two to live." The doctor said. I groaned alerting them of my presence. I felt the doctor check me over and I sighed and look at my mother. I was shocked to see her hair in tats underbrush and unkept, and oily. Her usually childlike violet eyes, so like Rosalie's, Staring at me in worry. "Oh god I was so worried." She said giving me a hug. I sighed and breathed in her sandalwood sent.

"Mother...what is going on? How did I get here?" I asked. I watched as she detached herself from me and with a sad expression she closed her eyes and a few tears rolled down her cheeks. "Mom.." I probed, before I got a great joint pain in my shoulder that traveled down my arm and to the side of my chest, just above my left breast. "You collapsed the day after Ro...Roses funeral. You hit you head and got some bruises. While running some test Dr. Kane found something in your blood." She said chocking out most of it. I looked shocked and shook my head trying to remember, but after the begining of Roses funeral it was all gone, I couldn't remember anything after that.

"Mama? What wrong with me?" I asked as my breath became laboured. She looked at me with big sad eyes. "You have Leukaemia Baby. I am so sorry, Dr. Kane says you have a year maybe two. You've been asleep for a month now." SHe said as she broke down into sobs and fell into the chair. The pain in my bones became horrible and my eyes began to blear, my breath became laboured and I fell into black, the monitor hooked to my heart beeping.

Rochester New York; 1935:

A year has past since my sisters death, I am now Nineteen, Rose would be Twenty. I always hated my birthday because me and Rosalie's birth day is only a day apart, so when she turned eighteen I turned Seventeen the next day. It was always odd, but we grew to love it, sometimes we even had a joined party. The most sad part was when she died it was a week before she turned 19, not that I Was around, I was in the hospital in a coma. I almost died three times during my stay, it is a miracle I am still alive.

Of all the things to kill me, Leukaemia is the thing. After I was let out of the hospital three months latter in January I started to look up my daughters, never telling my parents. Funny, my father died not four months ago from a heart attack, I am suspected to follow soon. I scuff, I have no intention of dyeing. I did find them, Crystal and Jade Hale, they are both in a orphanage in Boston. They are now 6 years old, born in December, I sent them a few letters, they have the best manners. They even sent me pictures, Crystal is blonde with hazel eyes, and Jade is brunette with my eyes. I am so happy they took after me so much and I smile as I stand in front of my sisters grave.

"Hello Rose...How is life on the other side?" I asked as I Knelt, my Green shirt and yellow Skirt mixing, I had on green ballerina shoes and my bracelet as always. My blond hair is held in a pony tail, my face sunken from the cancer and my eyes hollow. I breath in as I fill joint pains coming on, my heart constricting. "I...wish you where hear, Rosalie. I...Ahhh." I gasp as the pain rakes my body. I collapse onto the ground in front of her headstone and rest the roses their in front of me. "I may be joining you soon." I say and fall into unconsciousness.

Three hours latter:

Pain, its all I feel. Its like something is trying to burn me alive, the pain is so bad, I've never felt anything like.

Oh god please put out the flames, save me!

Help me!

The Burning! Please stop the burning!

Rosalie!

Three days latter:::

I woke to no pain. I was in a beautiful room, the walls where blood red, the carpet a ivory color and the bed I was laying on was covered in Black and Gold silk sheets and the cover was a gold base with red swirl designs. The furniture in the room was all done in mahogany or cherry and a tall man, about 6'3 stood at the door. He had Curly blond hair to his shin, and golden/topaz eyes. They seemed familiar but I could no place where.

"Hello, I see you are awake. I'm Wyatt, Wyatt Winters." He said walking towards her. I usually flinched back at the close contact with a man but this was different she felt safe. "I am Isabella Violet-Marie Hale, Where am I and why am I alive?" I asked, but was shocked to feel my throat burn with thirst. Wyatt smiled and sat down on the bed. "I saved you. I found you in front of the grave, I Decided to save you. Your a Vampire Isabella, as am I." He said. I looked at him shocked, a...Vampire? They couldn't be real, I just wasn't possible. I got swallowing the thirst as best I could and went to the floor length mirror,

The girl staring back was me, but she wasnt at the same time. My hair was still long and wavy, and blond with the odd birth defect of brown roots and eyebrows, though it was more silky more alive then it had ever been. My skin, once pale was almost white it was so pale. My Skin was flawless, and my curves had been enhanced, i had even went from 5'4 to 5'7 a good hight. The most shocking though was my Bright red eyes.

"Why are my eyes red?" I asked without even realising. He stood and walked forward. "Its because of the blood still in your system. My eyes are gold because I am a 'Vegitarian'. I only drink from animals, your eyes will only stay red if you drink from humans. Will you tell me why you where collapsed in the grave yard?"He asked. "I was visiting my sisters grave, and I have..Had Lukeamia. Thank you for saving me." I said and turned to him. He smiled. "Thank you for staying with me...I Have me lonely for two centuries now. I am happy to finally have a compainian...you will stay wont you?" He asked. I nodded and the rest is history.