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Guardian Angel

Edward Swan willingly removes himself from the Vally of the Sun in favor of Forks, to live with his father, Charlie in a sunless town completley opposite to his taste. He intends to remain anonymous; to suffer in silence and make his mother, Renee, happy. Bella Cullen is a hundred year old vampire with a rather mundane existence. She loves her family; her sisters Alice and Rose, her brothers, her 'parents'... But she can't shake the feeling that something's missing... When Bella meets Edward, both of thier lives are irrevocably altered. The trouble's in admitting it...and wether Edward, fragile and frustratingly human, will survive the journey before Bella gives into temptation. ** I know this idea has been done a thousand times over, but I just couldn't help myself! This actually follows the Twilight plotline really losely; I figured a LOT would be different if Edward was the human one. [banner removed per site regulations]


3. Chapter 3; Home... I Guess.

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“Sorry, bud, but I’ve never been able to cook,” Charlie apologized for the umpteenth time as I finished chewing my last bite of the meat-lover’s pizza that he’d had delivered.

“It’s fine, Dad,” I assured him. I wasn’t allowed to call him Charlie to his face. “Besides, you’re in luck. Renée’s been making me watch food channel,” I grinned. Making might not have been the right word, but it did make me seem a little less fruity for liking cooking. Phil had made fun of me the day he’d come home to me practicing my baking skills on a chocolate soufflé.

“I knew Renée was a bad influence,” Charlie grinned, his expression and tone teasing.

I smiled back, but behind the expression, I felt a twinge of hurt somewhere in my chest. Renée. We’d only been apart half a day and yet I missed her terribly - enough that I’d almost wanted to jump back on the plane the moment I’d gotten off. But I would give this a chance, and I would make her happy, even if that meant I was miserable. I hid my grimace by turning away from Charlie to put my dishes in the sink. I’d wash them later, after I’d unpacked my things.

“I’m gonna go unpack,” I announced. “And I’ll get the dishes when I come back down,” I called over my shoulder as I walked out of the kitchen.

“You sure, kiddo? I could -”

“It’s alright, dad,” I laughed. “Go watch the game.”

Charlie didn’t need much encouragement. I was only half-way up the stairs when I heard him shuffle out of the kitchen and into the living room. The TV stuttered on a moment later, and I hurried up the rest of the stairs, away from the annoyance that was sports broadcasting.

My bedroom was exactly the same as it had been all those summers ago, except there was an ancient computer on the writing desk in the corner. Come to think of it, the room really wasn’t any different from when I’d been a baby - the only difference there being the twin bed instead of a crib.

I sighed, flopping down onto the dark blue comforter next to my suitcase and duffle bag. I didn’t have much; I’d have to update my wardrobe to fit the miserable weather of Forks. I did have a lot of money left over, considering the fact that I hadn’t had to buy myself a car. That was a definite plus.

I got up after a few more moments indulging in the self-induced woes that moving to Forks entailed. It only took a few minutes and about seventeen coat hangers to get my entire limited supply of clothes into my closet; and my belongings only filled up about a quarter or less of the available shelf space.

Then I took my books and Cds from the bottom of my duffle bag; I’d left most of my fairly extensive bookshelf back with Renée, only bringing my favorites. Romeo and Juliet, Taming of the Shrew, Wuthering Heights, Pride and Prejudice… Plus a few more…recent pieces of fiction, including the complete works of Dan Brown, and my guilty pleasure - a young adult book about time travel and forbidden love… I cut off my thoughts right there, wrinkling my nose in distaste. Maybe Charlie and Phil were right and I was far too girly for my own good.

Disgruntled at that thought, I stacked my books in a neat pile next to my bed and did the same with my Cds on the nightstand next to the Cd-player-slash-alarm-clock combo I’d had since the last summer I’d spent in Forks.

And then I walked out of my bedroom, downstairs to wash the dishes and then suffer my way through watching basketball or something equally atrocious. The only sport I’d ever really gotten into was baseball, something that Phil was rather smug about. Muttering under my breath all the way, I dragged my feet unwillingly down the stairs. I should have stayed in Phoenix.