It seems like its been a million years since the day I turned. So much has happened since. The death of Charlie. The death of Renee. The death of Jacob and his pack. The death of Sam and his. The death of my precious daughter, Renesmee. The death of my one true love forever and eternity, Edward. And the death of all the rest that I held so close and still do hold.
Its only been a hundred years. Yet the world is chaos. An idiot nomad, Dane, turned a beautiful US government analasist/strategist into one of us. Her name was Zoe. Dane trusted Zoe like the Cullens trusted me once. He told her all about vampires and werewolves. The supernatural world to her he revealed.
For a year she lived like a vampire, hunting humans as prey to her thirst for their blood. But it was all just research. After a spat with Dane, she returned to Washington DC and told the government what she was and all she could do.
I don't know how she convinced them, I don't know what price they payed. But I do know all that I suffered.
In the end, I alone, I---Isabella Marie Cullen---remained the last of my kind. The memories of the end to my world are too painful to recollect.