Isabella woke up rather disdainfully, "Darn sun..I may be a pureblood, but it's still annoying.." she muttered to herself in disatisfaction. She slipped her slender legs over the edge of her round bed, her ivory skin chilled by the marble floor. She shivered a bit at the cold floor against her naturally cold skin, "Guess this is what I get for not feeding much." she said with a frown, "Maybe I should get over it and feed like a normal vampire, I mean, it's just a way of living, it's not like I'm doing it because it's fun.." she whispered to herself as she pushed off the edge of her bed, throwing herself out of the bed and on her feet a few inches away, "Wonder what I'm gonna do today!" she said to herself happily as she stretched. Her black hair was as messy as ever, it was hard to tell if she brushed it or not yet to anyone who may walk in due to the fact it looks just as messy regardless of how long she's spent on it, much to the reason she's often given up on it.

She yawned softly, her fangs slightly showing themselves as she preformed this action. She went into her walk in closet to grab an outfit and to brush her hair. Isabella crinkled her nose and tilted her head to the side curiously, "I'm not sure what I want to wear today." she said peering at over five hundred outfits. She finally picked out an outfit that consisted of a pink and black coat with a hood that had black fur lining it. Her shorts were fairly short with a black and pink belt holding them up, not that they needed to, they were extremely tight anyway! She placed a ripped white shirt over her favorite purple one and threw on some random rings and a choker.

(( http://i1003.photobucket.com/albums/af1 ... abella.jpg ) Picture of her outfit!!)

After she was done with all the buckles and zippers in her outfit she picked the red and gold brush that was laid on her gothic vanity and began vigorously brushing through her stubborn hair. It calmed down, but not near as calm or straight as she wished it would be. She roughly laid the brush down, a discontented huff escaping past her lips. Isabella stepped out of her closet and pulled here and there at her outfit before running out her door. She was certain that today would be a good thing, her father mentioned having to tell her something, she wondered what it was. Last time he summoned her, it was about her sixteenth birthday, what could it be this time? He didn't seem as thrilled as last time..was it something bad? She hoped not. She just turned to go down the hallway when she bumped into...