So… This story was a prompt by Celesse201. I don't know if the Alerts have been fixed, but I uploaded a chapter to Grey Area, and I don't believe it came through to anyone. There was also a problem with the PMs, as Kage and Imouto tried to send me a PM and I never got it. Anyway, so… Enjoy.

I don't own Twilight.

Warnings: Futa, wearing, Edward bashing, Cullen bashing, Jacob bashing, femslash, future torture, graphic scenes and such… uh, yeah.

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"You're leaving?!" Bella snarled out, glaring at the golden eyed man… no, she thought. He's no man. This is a cowardly boy! Edward rolled his eyes.

"I grow tired of pretending to be human. The other humans are growing suspicious of Carlisle, as he should be in his early thirties by now. We must go. And no, we aren't taking you with us."

"And the others just… left?" Bella's anger was starting to sizzle down into depression. Alice, her best friend, had abandoned her. Esme, who claimed her as a daughter, had left without a word.

"They had more important things to attend to." Edward, a smirk on his face, flashed to her, kissed her forehead and whispered "Goodbye, Bella," before vanishing. Bella stared blankly ahead, realization overcoming her. The day she was to attempt telling Edward, someone who claimed he was her soulmate, that she wasn't like the other girls. He was just about to learn her deepest, darkest secret, the real reason she hated dresses, skirts, and anything revealing, and he did… this…

He left.

Like Bella was nothing.

She felt like nothing.

Blankly, she returned to her home and resumed what she thought was her normal life.

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Three months later

"Bella!" Charlie barked, bursting into her room. She looked up blankly from her rocking chair, and his heart broke. His little girl was hurt, and he was about to do the only thing he could think of to fix it. "This is just… this is wrong. Why are you acting like this?" he asked her in a firm, but gentle tone.

"He left." Her answer was blank, devoid of any emotion.

"So you think you're… what, worthless now?" She nodded, and the man growled deeply. "No!" he barked out, slamming his hand down on her desk, causing her to jump and for the first time in months, she looked at him with a flicker of feeling. "Your worth is not measured by what some gutless, pig headed, asshole of a boy thinks of you. You are my daughter! You are a Swan! You are not worthless! You have more worth in your pinky toe than that coward has in his entire body!" More feeling flashed in her eyes, more emotion. Say it with me. You're name is Isabella Marie Jackson Swan!"

"My name is Isabella Marie Jackson Swan," she repeated, sitting forward a little.

"Your worth is not measured by what others think!"

"My worth is not measured by what others think," she said, this time firmly.

"Repeat it."

"My name is Isabella Marie Jackson Swan, and my worth is not measured by what others think." Conviction filled her voice as she stood up.

"Again," Charlie barked, pride filling him as she said it again, louder this time. This continued until Bella was shouting it and hugged her father.

"Thank you, dad. You're right, and honestly, I just wasn't myself with that boy. I mean, I would just let him rule my life." She shook her head at herself.

"Well, I think I've got something to take your mind off of it more. Come on, I'll show you your surprise." He looked at the shorts and t-shirt she was wearing. "Before you meet me down there, put on something you don't mind getting dirty." She nodded, confused, and once he left, she pulled out a pair of loose jeans and a tank top, looking down at the thing that may very have run the boy off anyway. Hanging flaccid between her legs was her "birth defect". Her penis was impressive, considering she hadn't gone through her final growth spurt her father always spoke about. She sighed, pulling on fresh boxer briefs and her jeans over it, followed by a white tank top. Her long, curly hair was pulled into a ponytail and she looked herself over. She had grown an inch or two since Edward had left, standing at 5'8 now. She sighed and grabbed a pair of tennis shoes and pulled them on, then ran down the stairs. She was excited, wondering what her father could have gotten that she would have to worry about getting dirty. Stepping out, she first noticed her truck and the cruiser were parked on the curb. She than saw something that filled her with glee. There was another truck, a 1995 Chevy Silverado. The paint was chipping and the frame rusting, the tires nearly completely bald, but it was workable. Much better than her beast.

"What do you think?" Charlie called from the front of the hood.

"It's amazing, but is it drivable?"

"Not yet. That's where we come in." It took the teenage a moment to catch on, but she still asked just to be sure.

"You mean…"

"I'm finally going to teach you my trade. Being a cop is great, but cars and bikes, that's my first love. Now come here," he called to her as he opened the hood. From there he pointed out the different parts, how they worked, how it came together as a whole.

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As the days of summer progressed he taught her everything he knew, everything he learned in trade school, plus things you can only learn from experience. They started taking apart the Beast, using the parts they could for the new truck and selling the rest for scrap. Finally, the engine was completely rebuilt, along with every other part of the truck. The next step was the body. School had begun, so Bella worked on her truck during the weekends and started running to school. With hard work, her body was filling out muscle adorning her arms, stomach, and back from lugging heavy tires and other parts. Boys still hit on her, but she was pleasantly surprised to see that girls were also starting to hit on her. Jessica Stanley, in fact, had asked her to come with her to senior prom. Shocked, but admitting the mild crush she had always had on the cheerleader, she accepted.

They had gone together, Jessica wearing a purple dress while Bella wore a black and purple suit. Lauren was named prom queen, and Mike the king, and Bella realized that night that she was very, very gay. Jessica found out she, too, was just as gay, but thoroughly enjoyed every part of Bella. They stayed together through graduation, and while Jessica went to college in Seattle, Bella focused all her time finishing her truck with her father. They had replaced the frame with a thicker, but lighter material. It was tougher, without risking the integrity of the truck. Finally, the finishing touch was adding wheels that worked. They jacked the truck up to the point that even Bella had a little trouble getting in, the bottom of the door coming to her shoulder. The paint job had been her idea, the body completely black with a single tribal style flame coming along each side.

"She's beautiful, Bells. What are we gonna call her?" Charlie asked his daughter, her bangs to falling in her face while he had a bit more grey in his hair facial hair. He had changed his signature mustache to a thin goatee. Bella folded her arms, the muscles bulging slightly before settling.

"I think… Muta. It's a shortened version of Mutatio, which means change in Latin. This truck is what helped me become… well, me again."

"It's fitting. Muta." He clapped her shoulder before heading inside. "Steaks tonight?" He called back. Bella grinned.

"Hell yeah!" They ran inside, Charlie instructing his daughter to shower while he manned the grill. That was something else that changed. Charlie learned to cook so his daughter could chase her dreams. He was proud of her, seeing her change from the girl that would roll over and let a boy make her choices, to the strong woman he saw now that could fight for what she loved, was independent… he was the proudest father in town, he was sure of it. He remembered fondly the night she had told him that she believed herself to be gay, to which he told her he wasn't really shocked. For gods sake, she had a dick. He was actually preparing himself for the "I'm gay" talk since she was three. Speaking of which…

Jessica peeked in the front door. "Is she out of sight?" she whispered to Charlie, who nodded. Jessica snuck in and grinned. Her style, much like Bella's, had changed. She now prefered jeans and t-shirts, simply because she was comfortable. The former cheerleader remembered the day Bella had asked her about her style.

"Jess?" Bella had asked from beside her girlfriend, her arm around the smaller girl. Jessica was wearing a rather frilly dress. Not childish, but eye catching.

"Yeah?"

"If you don't mind my asking, why do you always dress so flashy? Do you just like it?" Jessica blushed and looked away.

"No, I… I thought you liked it. I've always been told I have to look pretty to attract anyone."

Bella frowned and cupped the other girl's cheek, drawing her in for a gentle kiss. "You don't have to look like anything for me, Jess. I love you just as you are."

"You… you love me?" Jessica gasped, wrapping her arms around the mechanic's neck.

"Yes. I love you, with or without the makeup, with or without the dresses. I love you, not what you have on. I love your personality, not your dre-mph!" She couldn't finish her confession, because the awestruck woman had tackled her and started kissing the daylights out of her.

"I love you, too, Bella. God, I love you!"

"She should be down soon," Charlie told her, bringing the younger girl to the present. "Go hide in the closet, and we can surprise her."

"But, I just got out of the closet," she joked with a straight face. He held his only a moment before they both started laughing and she did as told. Bella came down a few minutes later wearing black jeans with a chain clipping her wallet to her belt loop, combat boots, and a tight black tank top. Her hair was in a french braid, and she grinned as she looked around.

"Hey, dad. Damn, that smells good." She frowned when she saw the extra steak. "Is Billy coming over?"

"Oh, no, actually… but don't worry about it for now." Jessica held in her giggle from behind the coats and listened. "Hey, can you get me something from the closet. I have a present in there for you."

Bella tilted her head, but shrugged. "Fair enough." She walked over to the closet door and opened it, not quite seeing the pair of legs behind the coats before pulling Charlie's coat back, thinking the gift might be there. The grinning face that greeted her took her a moment to register before she grinned.

"Jess!" she boomed, grabbing her girlfriend and pulling her out of the closet before hugging her fiercely.

"Hey, Bells!" Jessica laughed, hugging her love back. She almost turned to Charlie, but was quickly stopped by a pair of warm lips on hers, causing the shorter girl to melt into her and tangled her fingers in Bella's hair. They were broken apart by a throat clearing.

"As much as I'm sure you've missed each other, maybe we should have dinner?" He nodded to the set plates and table, a grin on his face. Jessica blushed and Bella chuckled before pulling out a chair for her girl. Once they all sat down, the taller girl looked around, confused.

"So… not that I'm not excited to see you, Jess, and grateful for steak… What's all this about? Is someone dying?" Charlie and Jessica looked at her confused before laughing.

"Bella, it's your birthday! You didn't notice?" Jess laughed some more as Bella blinked.

"Oh… Okay, that makes sense. I really did forget." She chuckled and leaned over to kiss her girlfriend's cheek.

"Happy 20th, Bells," Charlie laughed.

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Bella drove toward the beach almost a year later, her summer break coming to an end. She had enrolled in the same trade school her father had, and she and Jessica had recently moved in together. Said woman was cuddled up beside her on the bench seat, her belly showing the first signs of the life growing within her.

"Think Jake will recognize you?" Jessica asked with a laugh, running a hand over the buzzed side of her fiance's head. Bella had gotten a cut similar to something Ruby Rose might have, her natural waves giving it body. Bella laughed, relaxing into her girl's hand.

"Probably not. But he can suck it. As long as he doesn't touch my girl, he can live." Jessica giggled and looked out to see Jake with a few of his buddies gawking at the truck. As she parked, they seemed to gather around it and she sighed, opening the door and jumping out before turning to help her lover down.

"Dude, nice truck!"

"Where'd you get it?!"

"Shit, that girl is hot!"

"Wait… Bella?!" Jake yelped. He was only a few inches taller than Bella's now 5'9 frame, and he rushed forward, causing Bella to gently push her fiance behind her to protect her.

"Hi, Jake. What's up?"

"What… what happened to you? Is that truck why you don't come over anymore? Who's this with you?"

"You know, for someone who told me two years ago not to bug him, that he couldn't deal with me, you have a lot of questions. Alright, in order, I grew up and fell in love, yes this is my new one that I build after I found out you purposefully left flaws in my old one so I would have to bring it back to you all the time, and this is my fiance, Jessica. You done?"

He gaped while Jessica snuggled into Bella's side, relaxing when a strong arm fell over her shoulders.

"F-fiance?!" he gasped. "Is that why you never went out with me?"

Bella rolled her eyes. "I never dated you because you're an immature asshole who only wants a woman to be barefoot and pregnant in his kitchen." She turned and guided her lover toward the beach, throwing over her shoulder "Oh, and you're not as hot as my woman, so…"

Jessica giggled and relaxed against her lover. "You're so hot when you get possessive and angry…"

"I'll remember that, then," Bella purred in her ear, tugging her more into her body.

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It was later that night, staying in her old room with Jessica, that Bella heard something downstairs. Bella got up, throwing on shorts and a shirt before retrieving her gun. "Baby?" Jessica asked sleepily, causing Bella to hold up her hand, then put a finger to her lips. Her lover nodded, quietly putting on a shirt and boxers as Bella crept out of her room, her gun at the ready. Charlie seemed to have the same idea and they looked at each other as they met up, nodding before carefully going down the stairs, avoiding the ones that creaked. They heard another sound, something hitting the counter lightly, and pressed against the wall before both burst around the archway, guns drawn.

"Freeze!" Charlie yelled, but Bella's blood had already run cold. Red hair, wild around the woman's head, deathly pale skin, tall and lanky, but definitely still a child-like face, and eyes as red as blood. The only thoughts running through her head were of her father, beside her and vulnerable, her fiance upstairs, carrying their child and if possible more vulnerable.

"Oh, please, like that will hurt me," the woman sneered, smirking darkly at Bella. "Hello, Isabella…"

"Victoria…"

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Alright, so that's the beginning. I hope I've hooked everyone in, and that you like this so far. Thanks to Kage and Imouto (mostly Imouto, lol) for letting me bounce ideas off of them. And big shoutout to Celesse201 for the story request!