Infinity

Chapter one.

I was a mystery to the world. I was a nightmare to everyone who had blood running through their veins. But I also was dangerous to the supernatural world.

I was a hybrid. Silver and green blood ran through my veins. I was half witch, half vampire. But no one knew who I was; no one who resided in my poor village knew the deep secrets about the girl who lived in a mansion alone.

To them I was a kind and loving soul, who fell into fortune when my grandparents died. I had power, power to take down forces, power to make the whole village bow down before me, power to turn the skies a flaming red, power to enchant trees, but I didn't use my powers for myself. I didn't want to.

I wasn't shameful of what I was, but I would never bring myself to hurt the innocent. I loved the poor people who lived In Forks, and I helped them in every way I could. I didn't need to have riches, I didn't need to wear a crown and sit on a throne for the people to respect me. They did that on their own will, they respected me after seeing what I would do for them. I would give anything up, and without even realizing I had become the Town's own royal.

I was born as a witch, neglected and thrown off at the side of an empty street. I was left in a black basket with silver and emerald blankets, and when a young woman found me, crying and wailing, she took me in. She knew what I was the day I turned one. I had the ability to make it rain and shine with a flick of my tiny finger. My eyes glowed a bright blue with every spell I cast.

My adoptive mother was the first to notice the small symbol that appeared glowing like the sun on the palm of my right hand and then later, the left side of my hip. It was a double infinity. She looked at me with awe in her eyes. She didn't freak out, didn't run away from me. Instead she knelt down before me and uttered three words that spoke a legend.

" Infinity Vampros Emrywitch"

My mother was a Emryne. She knew of the prophecies and legends that were weaved in the earth's soil since the beginning of time. The stories were passed down generation to generation. The Emrynes were a group of people who kept the secrets of the worlds embedded within their hearts. Only they knew of the prophecies and legends that would shake this world. My mother was the last of their kind. She told me that I was the greatest prophecy unleashed in time. The prophecy that not even an Emryne knew the ending of. Only God new the entity of it, and he chose to keep it a secret.

The only thing my mother knew of the double infinity sign was that it was a mark that meant I belonged to the most powerful man in all of time. It was said that I would mend the broken and hurt lines between the different worlds. Who the man was? How I would mend the worlds?The troubles I would face? Everything of fine detail was unknown. I was a mystery to the world.

On my sixteenth birthday I stopped aging. For three days I went through the most painful pain I ever knew that existed. It felt like fire was licking my bones, I felt like I was being burned from the inside out. When I finally woke up, my mother was not there. Everything looked different, everything was different. Everything I touched crumbled into pieces if I applied just a bit of pressure. There was a dull ache in my throat and the ancient cup filled with a dark red substance smelled delicious. My mouth watered with want and greed. I gulped it down, without questioning what it was. It was only when I caught my reflection on the antique mirror did I let the cup fall to the ground. My eyes were burning red; my lips were stained red with a dribble of the color sliding down my chin from the corner of my mouth. My skin was deathly pale, and my features were more enhanced. I looked down again at the cup that was once in my hands. Without thinking I threw the cup across the room and screamed. I did not want to even consider what I just drank. I started to cry, but no tears dripped from my eyes. I was inhuman. I was so much more different than what I was before.

I wanted my mom.

Almost as immediately as I thought that, I saw her, weakly leaning against the door with a stained white bandage wrapped around her wrist. It didn't take a genius to figure out why she had the cut. I ran to her, in speed that was inhumanly impossible. I cried into her shoulder, while she wrapped her hands around me.

"Momma, what happened to me? What am I? W-why did you do it?" I wailed.

She didn't reply for a long time, just letting me cry everything out. When my cries quieted down, she slowly sat me down on the floor with her.

"Isabella, this was bound to happen. It was in the prophecy. I couldn't prevent it, you couldn't prevent it. Darling you are a vampire now. A witch as well as a vampire-"the minute she said the word, I closed my eyes and quietly sobbed into her chest.

"Shh my baby girl. I had to give you my blood baby, because I would die and I am the last of my kind. I needed to give you something before I died, and by giving you my blood as your first drink, I allowed my knowledge of the prophecies I've known embed your heart. When you are ready for answers, one by one they will open up. There was no other way darling."

My sobs sounded louder this time. I didn't want any of this, I didn't want to be a witch, I didn't want to be a vampire, and I didn't want the knowledge.

Renee lifted my head up and smiled at me.

"You are very special Isabella Marie Swan. Don't you ever forget it. The power you hold is not equal to anyone. You hold the second greatest power ever known to time, right after the most powerful man only a few know of. No one besides me knows the name of the second power which is you Bella. They only know it exists."

She looked down at my hand and smiled as the symbol appeared again.

"Infinity," she said, kissing my forehead.

In the later years I found out that I could control my thirst with my magic. I only needed to drink once a month for my thirst to be satisfied. I only drank in small quantities from animals. I never drank from humans. I also learned that I could eat 'human food' as mother put it, the magic allowed that to.

Mother fell sick a month before Christmas, however she spent time in her office making something. Once, She asked me to come flower picking with her and I agreed. She led me to a meadow with the sweetest smelling flowers my vampire sense ever smelt. She picked a single small blue flower from the middle of the field and told me she had enough, and asked me if we could go. The minute we got home she locked herself in her office saying she had some work to do.

She died on the eve of New Year's.

Before she died, she gave me a necklace with the same flower she picked months before encased in a glass covering, hanging from a thin silver chain. The second I put it on, I felt her presence.

"As long as you want and need me Bella, I'll be there. You can turn it off anytime you want. When you need someone to talk to about the prophecies, this will be your key."

How I would use the key- She never answered. She kissed my forehead and fell into to the embraces of death with a smile on her face.

Her death hurt me, shattered me beyond belief, but believe it or not, the necklace carried me on.

In the spare time I had, I cut away the trees that hid our home from the rest of Forks, I wanted to know and befriend the people and hiding wouldn't allow that to happen.

The people of Forks were the most generous and loving people I have met. And I helped them in little ways I can. I magically strengthened the soil for their crops, I secretly left pouches of gold coins in front of neighbors' homes when they had financial issues. I taught values to traders to give them more success in their business outside of Forks. I shared secrets with women who baked, allowing their baked goods to taste wonderful. I played with the little girls and boys when I passed by their homes, I paid for the poor children's education.

However, not all people were good in Forks, there were the ones that were off better than the rest. They speculated about me. They whispered about how I was most likely a whore, an escort, and various other vile things. But whenever I approached them they gave me heartwarming smiles, and tender kisses on my cheeks. I have never seen anything as fake in my life.

Jessica Stanley, the daughter of Mrs. Stanley gave me hell on various occasions. She was not exactly kind with her words. I might be a vampire and a witch, and no thrown rocks would hurt me, but I was still a nineteen year old girl with a bruised heart who still felt. Jessica's words hurt more than she intended it to.

I moved on past everything in my life though. Carried on helping in ways I could, singing became a hobby of mine and writing lyrics and poetry came naturally.

I often wondered about the one I belonged to. I wondered when he'd come for me. I wondered if he'd ever love me, and most importantly I wondered if I'd ever love him.

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