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Alternative Intertwining

Isabella Swan never belonged to the world she was born into. She was always destined to become a vampire. They interlaced into her future. But what if when she came to Forks and met the Cullen’s, she already had been twined in their dark world not too long ago? She’s still human, but with friends and family living in twilight. (Don’t own anything except the changes in the storyline) (Use of content from ‘Twilight’ and Leaked-copy-of-‘Midnight Sun’)


2. First Sight

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This was the time of day when I wished I were able to sleep.

High school.

Or was purgatory the right word? If their was anyway to atone for my sins, this ought to count towards the tally in some measure. The tedium was not something I grew used to; everyday seemed more impossibly monotonous than the last.

I suppose this was my form of sleep-if sleep was defined as the inert state between active periods.

I stared at the cracks running through the plaster in the far corner of the cafeteria, imagining patterns into them that were not there. It was one way to tune out the voices that babbled like the gush of a river inside my head.

Several hundred of the voices I ignored out of boredom.

When it came to the human mind, I'd heard it all before and then some. Today, all thoughts were consumed with the drama of a new addition to the small student body here. It took so little to work them all up, although this had worked my family up as well as the children. I'd seen the new face repeated in thought after thought from every angle. Just an ordinary human girl. The excitement of her arrival was strange as it was no different than other rare new students, tiresomely predictable. Half the sheep-like males were already imagining themselves in love with her, just because she was something new to look at.

Only four voices did I usually block out of courtesy than distaste: my family, my two brothers and sisters, who were long so long used to the lack of privacy that they rarely gave it a thought. Today I fought to give them more than what privacy I struggled to attain constantly, given we have no need for sleep. I tried not to listen if I could help it.

Try as I may, still. . . I knew.

Everyone was thinking about the arrival of the new student that had come as a shock, and I had just told them about Alice missing something, which, had never happened in the whole time we had incorporated Al and Jazz into our family. She didn't make mistakes, she couldn't. Only one thing could possibly account for blocked powers.


~ * ~ Bella POV ~ * ~

Charlie had bought me a truck, a Chevy, good sturdy thing it was, perfect for me. It was all shades red; it was covered with small bits of rust. Although, I guess that was to be expected, given it had probably spent over 90% of its life sitting in the rain. It added to its character for me, and made me love it even more. It would be my saviour when getting to school tomorrow. I would drive there in it, instead of getting a ride in the cruiser. My dad-the chief of police's car.

First day, God, where's Jamie when you need him. He always makes me feel better, just by being with me.

My first couple of lessons had passed with out a major hitch; sure I'd gone the odd wrong way or had an embarrassing turn with teachers and class introductions. But, so far all had gone OK.

One girl sat next to me in both Trig and Spanish, and she walked with me to the cafeteria for lunch. She was tiny, several inches shorter than my five feet four inches, but her wild curly dark hair made up a lot of the difference between our heights. I couldn't remember her name, so I smiled and nodded as she prattled about teachers and classes. I didn't try to keep up.

We sat at the end of a full table with several of her friends, who she introduced to me. I forgot all their names as soon as she spoke them. They seemed impressed by her bravery in speaking to me. A boy from English I had met, Eric, waved at me from across the room.

It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven curious strangers, that I first saw them.

They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. There were five of them. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, although each had a tray of untouched food in front of them.

They didn't look anything alike. Of three boys, one was big – muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-coloured hair. He was more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college, or even teachers here rather than students.

The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixielike, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.

They were all alike, paler than me, the albino, with dark-purple bruises like shadows under their eyes. As if they were all suffering from a sleepless night, or almost done recovering from a broken nose. Though their noses, all their features, were straight, perfect, angular.

They all possessed the devastatingly in-human faces that I was so used to. They had the perfection that I loved. Jamie as a brother and protector; Tory as a best friend, someone to tell everything to and not be ridiculed; And Rent. My love for him was in no way brotherly. I found him the main feature of my favourite dreams. He was perfect, and I loved him. It was the utterly gut-wrenching kind of love, the write you name with his last name over and over again kind of love. It was morally wrong, but I didn't have a choice, and, I didn't want to change.

Ms. Cope, a large, red-haired woman wearing glasses, had just given me my schedule this morning, and marked out the easiest ways to get to my classes on this miniscule map of the school. As if you even need a map, this place isn't all that big. And it doesn't look too deadly, well for me it doesn't. But, well who am I kidding? I trip over my own feet if I'm on a polished floor. It's become a curse to be near me, especially in sports. Which I later found out, was mandatory for all four, instead of the two I had completed back home. It was a well known fact, you shouldn't be within 5 meters of me, to have a chance at safety, and that's the closest, but, in some cases it isn't far enough.

Laurent was always looking after and playing with me if Tory or Jamie wanted to have a game. It was stupid they even included me, I'm not a sporty person, and school will also learn that soon. I should be the tan, sporty, good-looking blond, that's expected if you have lived in Arizona all your life. I'm not.

Forks was literally turning out to be my personal hell on Earth.