Isabella Swan supposedly died 25 years ago, and while her body was never found the funeral confirmed her fathers worst fears. His little girl was gone, forever. But Bella didn't die, no she got a fate much worse then that - she had to live for eternity without that which made her life worth living. - - - Like Choices, this story has been changed a bit. Rereading it will explain most of the changes. - -
Try and enjoy it, dearies. I promise there will be happier chapters.
1. Playing Games
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The brunette vampire stood in the corner of the room, facing away from her three companions. She was watching the sun set as they talked, and the few rays that made it through the gap in the curtains sparkled on her skin like diamonds. She was beautiful, like an angel, but her golden eyes held so much pain in them that she looked more like a tortured creature. As the sun disappeared, she turned around slowly to look at the other three vampires in the room. “Bella, are you sure you don’t want to play?” One of the females asked, smiling at her friend hopefully. The brunette vampire, or Bella as her name seemed to be, walked forward. “You know I don’t like games, Dawn.” She murmured to them before she sat down on one of the two couches that occupied the small living room. The vampire called Dawn laughed, “You could, you know. If you tried.” She told Bella; but regretted her words when she saw the fresh pain that passed over Bella’s features.
Isabella had been a vampire for 25 years, and she had been with her coven for twenty of those years. Of her first five, she offered little detail. Her human life was even more mysterious to her comrades, but they knew that it had held pain. Pain beyond anything they had felt, they guessed that from the expressions that sometimes crossed her beautiful features. It showed in her eyes all the time; the strain that just living took on her, but she was the strongest of them and naturally, she was the leader.
The night progressed and from dusk till dawn three of the vampires played board games while Bella watched. When the clouds took over as the sun rose they stood, moving to their separate rooms before they left for school. Laura, the other female, was the first ready and she waited patiently in the doorway as the other members of the household finished. David came next, then Bella, and finally Dawn. “We could walk.” David said, as if it was a passing suggestion. Laura and Dawn laughed at him in unison as they headed to the garage. Parked in the garage were three cars and a red motorcycle. The motorcycle belonged to Bella, although she rarely used it. It was something from her human life, that was what she told them – and it was enough that no one ever touched it. Instead, they all climbed into a jeep with dark-tinted windows, like all their cars.
The clouds rumbled as they drove, threatening rain as they had guessed from glances out the window during the morning. The town they lived in was one of the rainiest they had ever come by, perfect for them.
The ride didn’t take long and soon they had pulled into the parking lot of their new school, and climbed out – letting Dawn dance ahead of them. She was physically the youngest, and school still seemed a novelty to her.
Mrs. Green, the secretary, was a kind woman and offered to find students to show them around but the family declined. “We have each other for when we get lost.” Bella told her, and her smile looked real enough to the human. Mrs. Green nodded and gave them their schedules before letting them go on their way.
Dawn and Bella headed for English, while David and Laura strolled to History, a favorite of David’s. Bella’s liking for English depended entirely upon what was being taught. Some books her family thought she might truly enjoy; she cringed from. Once, Dawn had given her a copy of ‘Sense and Sensibility’, only to find it several weeks later stuffed under the floorboards in the living room. Dawn had gently prodded Bella for an answer to why she had done that to the book, and Bella had replied, “I’m sorry, it was a nice gift, but some things just… just… Thanks for the gift, anyway. Sorry.” After that, her family left the job of buying books for Bella up to Bella.In some ways, Bella still looked broken to her family, although they never commented on it. What could they do? Over the years, it had become apparent that all Bella really wanted as a family – warm and loving, so that was what they had become to her, and to them she had become a guardian of sorts.