Text Size Large SizeMedium SizeSmall Size    Color Scheme Black SchemeWhite SchemeGrey SchemePaper Scheme        

Twisted

Summary:
Issa Marie is from a different world where vampires are slowly taking over and wiping out the human race. The vampire police type coven was killed, and the vampire world is in chaos with no one to keep the peace. Everyone knows about vampires, werewolves, and shape-shifters. The few humans left have figured out how to insert vampire genetic information to make a breed of hybrids who can kill vampires. And the race does have one weakness- after tapping into vampire power and strength for an extended period of time, the turn into a permanent form of newborn vampires that are called “Drinkers”. Esme Cullen is a vegetarian vampire, with a mate, large coven, and a good life. Then Issa Marie moves to town, and one of Esme Cullen’s adoptive sons fall in love with her. Chaos ensues. Pairings: Esme/Carlisle; Rosalie/Emmett; Alice/Edward; Jasper/Issa Marie; Note: Seeing as Edward was already mated to Alice (No, this is not one of those Eddie/Alice hater stories- that’s a different one that is still in progress), he didn’t fall in love with Bella, and James killed her and Charlie. Sorry people, but it had to happen for the plot to work.


Notes:
Sorry, i couldn't find out how to post new chapters. i think i know how to now.


3. Chapter 2

Rating 0/5   Word Count 1992   Review this Chapter

IssaPOV

School- the worst experience of the teenage life. Or so I was told. In my opinion, it wasn’t that bad. Apart from the fact that I had a vampire in every single class, and was paired up with vampires in history, advanced physics, and English, it was rather good, but I would have regular contact with vampires for the rest of the school year. But, other than that, the school day was pretty good. But, then again, I was swarmed by people who just wanted attention, so I had to hide in the library during break. My story was simple- my parents were diplomats, and I got tired of moving from one place to another, so I decided to stay with my grandmother in the mountains near Salem, Massachusetts. And, because my parents were diplomats, I knew most languages, and was extremely advanced for my age. It was pretty complicated, but simple to remember.

When I woke up in the shambles of the house, the smithy, weapon storehouse, and one of the tower living quarters were still intact. It had taken some time to clear the rubble, and dig graves for the corpses, so I was glad when I found that the tower was for the girl my age, and I didn’t have to go shopping. Once again, I had good luck, and it was full of practical clothes, and there was a dark Volvo with tinted windows parked in a non-destructed area. Its keys were in the tower bedroom, which had a floor that served at a room with the electronic supplies, such as computers, and the car had a full tank of gas. There was also a letter to me in the smithy, from the psychic in the family, Anna.

Issa Marie,

I’m sorry, but the teleportation spell will go haywire. I tried to talk them out of it, but it didn’t work, and we will all die. The rooms that will survive are the smithy, workshop, weapon storehouse, my bedroom, the electronic room, the underground bedroom, and my mother’s art studio. There is a car at the edge of the clearing, with a full tank of gas, and its keys are in my room, on my bed. You are enrolled in the local high school, and will be starting three days after I write this. Be nice to the students, and don’t do anything inhuman.

Anna

After I read the letter, I went to check the date. It was two hours before I had to go to school. My name was supposed to be Issa Vampyras, and my grandmother’s name was supposed to be Imòtèl Asasen. I was lucky that I got to keep my first name. But, all too soon, it was time to go.

I got to the registration office door before a guy spotted me. He punched the arm of his friend, and whispered something into the other guy’s ear. His thoughts revolved around how good I would make him look, and how fun it would be to attack me. I ignored him, and walked inside, wishing I had chosen something else to wear. I was in loose jeans, a black tank top, a dark green sweater, a pair of black converses, with my hair down in loose, natural waves, a pair of earrings Julian got me, and gloves that hid my thick callouses. After all, I could throw quite a punch, but I didn’t want to emphasize that fact. The woman at the desk looked up, and stared.

“Hi, I’m Issa Vampyras. I’m new here?” I said, imitating a nervous voice. The woman at the desk didn’t move for a good five minutes. Finally, she jerked out of her daze.

“Uh, yes, um….Here’s your schedule, and have the teachers sign this, then bring it back at the end of the day.” I stifled a laugh. She was nervous- no, that was an understatement. She was scared that I looked so good in an outfit that I could have fallen asleep in, it was so wrinkled.

“Thank you.” I told her, then left, and was swarmed by a giant group. Attention seekers. I tried to get away, but a small, brown-haired girl stopped me.

“Hi, I’m Jessica!” She was friendly enough to the public, but vicious on the inside. “Do you want to sit with me at lunch?” She asked. I tried to stop myself from throwing her through several buildings, as she would probably die. In short, she only made friends with people if they could give her good gossip.

“No, thank you, I have allergies.” I told her, and then dashed off, and ran smack into a vampire. He grunted, and caught me by my upper arms.

“In a hurry?” He asked, steadying me. I nodded, and he took his hands off of my arms. “I’m Jasper. And you are..?” He asked. So this was Jasper, the one that was an empath, and changed Civil war. He was good looking, even for a vampire, but was quite scarred. He was probably part of the newborn armies in the south.

“Issa Vampyras. I’m sorry, but I’m almost late for class, and I don’t know how to get there.” He nodded, and stepped away.

“What class do you have?” I glanced at my schedule. While I had already memorized it, I didn’t want to look odd.

“Advanced Physics.”

“Same as me. I’ll show you to your class, if you.” He offered, while most of his coven looked confused.

“’Kay, thanks.” I told him, and he walked away. I glanced around, to see his coven gawking at me. I shrugged, dropped my mental shield in time to think I have no clue, why don’t you ask him? Then pulled it up again, and dashed off after him. The mind-reader’s jaw dropped open in shock, and I had to stifle a laugh. It was rather entertaining, and, from the look on his face, it hadn’t happened to him before.

“So you just moved here?” Jasper asked suddenly. I nodded.

“From southern Spain. My great-grandparents lived there, and when they passed on, I moved here to live with my grandmother.” I explained. “And if you tell Jessica that, I will not hesitate to kill you.” I told him calmly. He laughed.

“Are you always making threats like that?” He teased.

“When it concerns a gossa like her, then yes.” He winced, apparently knowing how to speak Catalan. “And you’re adopted?” he nodded.

JasperPOV

I couldn’t believe that Alice told me to walk the girl to her first class. I couldn’t believe that she had rammed into me and didn’t have any broken bones, either. But I could believe that she had called Jessica a bitch, though. It was true, and I knew from experience. She hadn’t given up asking me out, to the dances, and so on, even though I said no every time. But the girl seemed to see farther then just skin-deep, and I had a feeling that Alice was right, and this girl knew what we were.

“You’re adopted?” She asked suddenly. Unable to form an answer, I nodded. “Cool.” She commented.

“How was the weather in Spain?” I asked her. She shrugged.

“A lot warmer. I liked it better there, but here is nice as well.” I nodded, and opened the classroom door for her. “Thanks.” She told me, then walked inside. It was odd, the effect she had on Edward, but I wasn’t going to talk to her about it. Then my phone buzzed, and I hit silence, before walking into the classroom.

GUESS WHAT!!! Said Alice’s text.

What? I replied.

She’s gonna confront you about being a vampire tomorrow! By the way, be ready to skip all of the next day, but she wants to figure out how to confront you, so she’s not gonna do it today. So not only did she know what we were, she knew what we were five minutes after we met her, if that. That girl had some amazing skill.

She looked at my family and I for the rest of the day, and Rosalie was starting to get scared.

“What is the matter with her?” She demanded after catching her looking at us in the parking lot, while leaning against her car. I shrugged, and got in. But Rosalie refused to let it drop, and continued bugging me, until I snapped.

“Will you please stop? I don’t know the answers to most of your questions, so why don’t you ask her?” Nobody moved for a good three seconds. Rosalie huffed, and turned her back on me, and I started the car again. Then, Alice’s face went blank, and Edward hissed, and then began to laugh.

“What?” Emmett asked.

“Sh-she’s gonna steal J-jasper’s phone, a-and r-run off with it, th-then ask him about being a v-vampire.” Alice said, laughing so hard that she would have been bawling if she had been human. Emmett started laughing next, then Rosalie. I sped up, trying to get home faster so I could go for a run.

They were still chuckling when we got home. I got tired of trying not to laugh, so I went for a run to the house in the mountains.

For the second time that day, I skidded to a stop in the clearing. The rubble was all cleared up, and there was a heartbeat inside.

“What the-” I began, when someone inside swore, and hurled something through a wall, which was followed with the gentle rebukes of an elderly woman.

“Issa, you shouldn’t do that. I know that you are frustrated, but taking your anger out on the wall is not a good way to deal with it. Why don’t you try talking about it with someone?” The girl was finally calming down.

“I can’t. It’s just too painful. I don’t know what I’m feeling right now, but I know for a fact that it’s not hate that I used to feel. It’s just- it’s just that I don’t know what to do. Earlier today, when I saw him sad, the only thing I wanted to do was to comfort him, and let him know that I was there to listen. I don’t think that I’ll be able to do it, what with all the confusion I’m feeling.” I was confused. What was she talking about, and what did she mean by “it”?

“Then it’s simple.” I could feel the girl’s confusion. “Follow your heart. And since your heart tells you not to kill them, then don’t. Your family was killed five years ago, Issa. Your brother wouldn’t want you to kill every one you see for revenge. That would only lead to misery. No one wants you to be miserable- they just want you to be happy, and satisfied with your life. You’re almost one of them, anyway, so it won’t matter.” I could feel the girl’s relief.

“I’m sorry, gram, but I don’t know what to do.”

“Try stealing his phone, typing a message, then give it back to him.” So that is how she got the idea.

“It’s better than my idea. Thanks, gram.” The girl got up quietly, and I head her stretch.

“Now, clean up and patch the wall. I need it done, or one of the nomads could come. I’ll need your stave; it needs cleaning, and I’m good enough with it that I’ll be able to fight one off until you get back.” Then I saw the girl. It was Issa, the girl from school. She had thrown a claymore that was almost as tall as she was through a stone wall, without much trouble. I had a feeling that Emmett would like her. So she was strong, knew about us, her grandmother did as well. She didn’t know I was watching her, but did know how to kill one of us. Who was this girl, and what type of history did she have with vampires?