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All Alone

Summary:
Charlie, Renee, any blood relations to Bella have died. However, Bella had a step mother - her name was Victoria. After Charlie dies, Victoria becomes abusive. She knows that one day, Victoria will kill her. But what will happen when the Cullens show up? They are vampires by the way, so is Victoria. But everyone had absolutely perfect self control and Edward is not affected by Bella's blood singing to him AllAlone.jpg picture by Weasleyboyfreak


Notes:
Okay so by now, you guys all know the drill - I'm not Stephenie Meyer and I never EVER will be. Thank you! Remember to review!


2. Chapter 2

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Ed POV

Another year, another high school. Interesting, isn’t it? Not! I absolutely HATE it! All those females always staring at, thinking their sick, teenage thoughts, the girls mostly thinking about me, because I’m the only one single in my family. I shuddered; I was going to be a long year.

APOV

OMG! Another school year! This is going to be SO much fun! I so excited! Oh, I wonder if there’ll be any sales, I should check the future . . .

Oh, that outfit will look perfect on me! And it looks just right for my first day! I wonder what shoes I should wear with it, I mean I don’t want to look over-dressed, but I hate how people think I’m defenceless because I’m small, I mean I’m stronger than any human and most vampires!

RPOV

I look so hot. Just look at my hair, it’s so golden, so pretty, so beautiful, just like me! And look at my face; doesn’t every girl want one like it? All of them are jealous of me, and they should be after all, I mean, who wouldn’t be?

And they’re all jealous of my husband, obviously.

Emmet POV

I can’t believe Jasper won a wrestling match, and I LOST! That’s SHAMEFUL! I have to challenge him to one today, or he’ll think I’m a loser, now; I need to think of some sort of prank . . .

BPOV

“ISABELLA SWAN! GET DOWN HERE! RIGHT NOW!” came Victoria’s scream from downstairs. Quickly, I ran down, hoping not to make her any angrier.

“Yes miss?”

“SCRUB THE FLOORS! DUST THESE SHELVES! CAN YOU DO NOTHING, YOU UGLY BRAT?!” she slapped me. I wailed in pain. I should have known better, after all, I had known her for years.

“HOW DARE YOU WAIL?! I GIVE YOU CLOTHES, A ROOF TO LIVE UNDER, EVERYTHING YOU COULD ASK FOR!” That is so untrue! I’m wearing baggy, long sleeved clothes, and I only have four outfits, all of them baggy and long sleeved so you don’t see my scars, or my cuts, or my bruises.

“Sorry.” I whispered.

“DON’T SPEAK TO ME, UNLESS ASKED! I CALLED YOU BECAUSE I SHALL NOT BE IN THIS EVENING, AND I WON’T BE UNTIL WEDNESDAY! YOU’LL HAVE THE HOUSE TO YOURSELF. IF I SEE ONE THING OUT OF PLACE . . .“ She did not elaborate what she would do, but I had a vivid picture from a while ago. “YOUR USUAL DUTIES MUST BE DONE! IF THEY AREN’T, YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS! NOW LEAVE, I’VE BEEN SICKENED BY YOUR PRESENCE ENOUGH! I NEED TO HAVE A SHOWER TO RID MYSELF OF YOUR FILTH! LEAVE! NOW!”

Quickly, I left, forgetting my bag on the way out. I did not go back to get it, knowing if I did Victoria would beat me to a bloody pulp, but perhaps the school would do that for her.

I walked to school, as I usually did, seeing as I didn’t have a car, and no one talked to me so I didn’t get a lift. It was cold as usual; I rubbed my hands together, hoping to warm myself with the friction.

Forty-five minutes later, I arrived at the school and quickly went to my first class. I was early, as always, but I hoped none of the other teenagers would find me. To be honest, I was bracing myself for the attack when they saw I hadn’t remembered their homework; they wouldn’t care I’d forgotten mine.

EPOV

I was slightly late to my first class, but only by a couple of minutes. It was English, and I liked the subject, just not the fact they studied the same books every year. I knocked on the door before walking in.

“I’m new here, Edward Cullen. Mrs. Cope said you need to sign this.” I said, stating everything he needed to know in those few words, not wanting him to have reason to make our conversation longer.

“Oh right, go sit over there, beside,” he looked for an empty seat. It turned out there was only one, he glared at her, and turned to me with an apologetic look, “Well, you’ll have to sit with her.” He said this with revulsion.

I realised the rest of the class were all glaring at ‘her.’ I wondered why, and took a closer look at the girl. She wore baggy clothes, which hid all of her skin except for her face and hands, but even with them on, you could tell she was thin. You could also see, she was beautiful; her long waist length hair. Her eyes were oval shaped, her lips full. I knew this was the sort of girl Alice would dream of shopping with, and giving her a makeover, yet here was a beautiful human, who could match even Rosalie, with a pained expression on, and a deep sadness in her eyes.

She glanced up at me, and I saw a fearful expression on her face. Why was she scared of me? Unless . . . Unless she knew what I was.

But she couldn’t, could she?

Just as I was sitting down, she fainted. Luckily, I caught her before she hit her head as she fell. I quickly carried her to the nurse.

When I entered, the nurse looked up, “She fainted in English.”

I was shocked when the nurse then glared at the girl. Why did everyone in this town seem to hate her? “Oh, you needn’t worry about her! There’s no point. You know what, feel free to put her in front of a car, it would be good riddance!”

I resisted the urge to punch the old nurse. How could she say such things?

“I’ll leave you for a few minutes, I have some important things to worry about.”

After twenty minutes, I began to worry. She hadn’t yet woken or even stirred. I feared she had entered a coma, from which she wouldn’t wake up. But five minutes later, she stirred and came around.

She screamed when she saw me.

“What’s wrong?”

“Vampire.” She whispered.

“How do you know?”

However she knew, it was obviously not a good experience and not a good question to ask. She curled up into a ball, and started to rock back and forth.

“Please,” she whispered, “leave me alone. Don’t hurt me.”

“Okay.” I agreed. “I never was. Why do all these people hate you?”

Some tears ran down her cheeks, falling on the ground and leaving tear trains on her beautiful face. Obviously I was being careless, and causing her physical pain, meaning I was sort of breaking the promise I’d just made, barely thirty seconds ago.

She just shook her head, still crying, and ran out.