Summery: Isabella Marie Swan was born in 1889 in the small town of Benton Mississippi, but raised in Houston Texas. Married at age 16 and pregnant by 18, Bella had it all, looks, money, and a loving husband. Things start declining when he leaves for war and never comes back, with a four year old son and a 2 year old daughter, Bella's life has went from paradise to a slow hell.

With the money she has left 22 year old Isabella Whitlock nee Swan moved to Louisville, Kentucky, but everything just gets worse when she is diagnosed with Tuberculosis. What happens when she is turned at the age of 26, and how will Jasper Hale feel about his Niece in low?

Chapter 1: Diary of a Southern Belle

My name is Isabella Marie Swan – Whitlock. I was born on September 13th 1889 in Benton Mississippi, to Renee and Charles Swan, we quickly moved to Houston Texas, where my father's family lived. I loved Texas, but I also loved Mississippi, though I had only been there a few times. I met my first crush in Texas, his father; Matthew Whitlock was the younger brother to a major from the civil war, a real hero in the area.

Mathew was a real looker too, his honey blond hair and bright hazel eyes…I fell in love the moment I saw him. As we grew older we never noticed the looks our parents gave each other. Soon enough we were being sat down and told we were betrothed.

I was at first, outraged. I had thought my parents knew me well enough to know I didn't agree with such ways, but in the end I went along with it, because I did love Matt, he was a sweetheart. We were both sixteen when tied the knot, I remember my beautiful, yet uncomfortable wedding dress, It was one I made myself, something my mother frowned upon. Thank god for Mrs. Whitlock's words of wisdom.

When we where seventeen another war was brewing and it was no shock that Matt took entrees, Mr. Whitlock always said how Mathew was like his uncle, sometimes I detested that man, I knew it was because of these words that ideas had filtered through my Matt's head, ideas of war.

Now days I couldn't blame him, not Matt or his father, it was in the Whitlock blood to fight. The year he left was the year I got pregnant and gave birth to our son, Jasper Anthony Whitlock, named after my fathers, father and Matt's uncle. He was a sweet child, always so charming, and quiet as a child.

He had the same mop of Honey blonde hair that his father and grandfather Whitlock had, but he had my nose, and cheek bones, and his eyes, they where a brilliant Sapphire. I had no idea where they came from at first, my eyes where a doe brown, a light contrast against my dark brown hair that fell down in lose curls and waves.

For two years everything was fine, I received letters regularly, and on one of his breaks home, I became pregnant again when Jasper was two. He stayed home with me until I was almost four months along and then he had to leave again. I was sad but I knew he was helping make a difference and this meant a lot in Texas, and the south period.

I gave birth to our second child, a daughter four months latter on December 24th 1909; we named her Rosaline Elizabeth Whitlock, Rosaline after my mothers, mother and Elizabeth after Matthew's mother.

Rose was a gorgeous baby, at a year old she was even more beautiful. She like her brother had my nose, cheekbones and like her brother she had her fathers Honey blond hair, with a bit more of a golden glow to it. Unlike her brother though she had my brown eyes, though sometimes I saw the bright hazel of her father come out in the light, like they changed with her emotions.

Tragedy struck my family though when she was two, I had not been getting letters from Matt and I was growing worried, then the telegram, delivered by solders came. My Sweat Mathew had died in war, and I was all alone with our children. We stayed just long enough to go to the funeral, but I could not take being in Texas any longer, I packed up the children and left when I was 22 years old.

We moved to Louisville Kentucky, close to where the new Tuberculosis sanatorium opened. I look back now and curse my luck. Almost four months passed in Kentucky, I noticed I was getting sick but I dismissed it until Rosa and Jasper started getting sick as well. Jasper was four almost five and Rosa was almost three and I was scared and almost 23 years old and alone. I went to the doctor and then I remember them giving me the worst news, my babies and I were sick, with tuberculosis. I broke down crying and the next thing I know I was thrashing and being sedated.

I awoke two days latter in Waverly Hills Sanatorium. The only good thing there was my babies, but I felt horrible about getting them sick, this was my fault.

I stayed their for a year and a half watching as people died left and right and as doctors tried to cure us, it wasn't until April of 1911 that my son, Jasper, died from the disease, I was even more guilty, I had killed my son. Rosa was worsening as the day progressed and unfortunately so was I.

When Rosa was Five years old a year latter she also succumbed to the disease, it was then I lost my mind. I would start screaming fits, black out and sometimes even inflict harm to myself. I stayed there for years to come, until I was 26, the year was 1915, and I tried to committee suicide, only to be save by a unlikely force. Someone had been visiting, a new doctor, a beautiful women with red hair and gold eyes, she had taken a interest in me and felt saddened by my tale, which all the staff new. When they found me in the solarium, I had slit my wrist multiple times and written the names, Jasper and Rosaline into bother my forearms, one on each arm.

I thought I was going to die, I heard screams then the new doctor rushed me somewhere and told everyone to leave. I don't remember much after that just darkness and tears of the other staff as I was rolled into a dark place. As the voices fade I heard a female one say, "I sorry Isabella."; Then a sting in my neck and flames engulfed me.

I awoke three days latter only to find my life, had changed, and this time it was forever.