Hey everyone! Please read this:
So this is Chapter 1 of my first individual fanfiction. I want to say THANK YOU to anyone who has taken the time to read and review this! I truly appreciate it.
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I wanted to create a story that was based on the characters of Bella Swan and Edward Cullen, but kind of reverse the roles and give things a new twist. I wanted to keep the vampire/human perspective on things, but make it so Bella was the vampire and Edward was the human that was new to the school. This story is going to have a lot of twists and turns to it, so please stay tuned.
Currently rated T but may turn into M as time goes by.
... And again PLEASE REVIEW! Let me know if you like it because if I don't get a good response on it, I'm not going to continue and bore people. LOL!!
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Disclaimer: I own nothing that is Twilight or Stephenie Meyer related. [Though Robert is welcome at any given time to take over my life. ;)]
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For what shall it profit a man,
if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul.
Mark 8:36
Preface
Have you ever felt like you were living inside a dream that you couldn't escape from? Like you were reaching out, trying to find a hole to climb out of, or a crack to slide under... and yet, all you found was more walls? Have you ever felt like you could be calling out for someone, anyone to help you, but all you heard was the sound of your voice as it echoed and bounced around you? This is how I felt. I was trapped, excluded. Forgotten.
I never gave my existence much thought before today. I just was. As time went by, I accepted this fate. But today -- today was different.
I was not prepared. I should have been, but I wasn't. I never even expected to find myself in this type of predicament.
All I wanted was for someone in this world to notice me for who I am, not for what I was. I wanted one single soul to look at me in my eyes and see a person behind them, not a monster. ...Somehow, deep inside, I never truly thought it would happen. So when it did, it took me like a windfall and knocked me off of my bearings. I couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't think, and most of all, I couldn't process one single surrounding. It was uncontrollable.
"Look at me, Bella!" the beautiful creature shouted at me. I felt his firm, warm fingers on my skin, gripping my jaw, shaking my face until my eyes found his again. His eyes were a deep green, deep as the meadow we laid in just hours before this. I wanted more than anything to be back there once again. I began to close my eyes, imagining we were there. Warm. Alone now, but together.
"Stay right there, love! Don't you dare close your eyes! Don't you do it!"
My body began to shake and I felt the cold start to take it's effect on me. My eyes filled with tears, something that happens to my kind once every ten years or so. "E-Edward," I croaked out, reaching up to grab one of his perfect hands. "I-I am so sorry. I didn't mean to -"
"No!" he shouted forcefully, my angel cutting me off. "Don't you apologize to me, Bella! You're going to make it. You're going to be just fine. Do you believe me Bella?"
My body began to unravel, shaking and compulsing in his lap. I couldn't think now, couldn't breathe. I felt the exhaustion of this long world take it's toll on me, and I began to slip under the weight of it. Further, deeper... I was definitely going down. I felt his hand slap my face hard, trying to keep me awake, keep me here with him. Oh how I wanted to stay with him. Forever.
"BELLA!" The struggling, defeated scream echoed around my ears, as the sheer sound of pain blasted around the empty, cold, dark building. White lights began to flicker in and out of my subconscious, and I knew it was too late. I was dying now. My body was going numb and I was dying.
"Oh my God, Bella! Don't you leave me! I can't breathe without you, you can't leave me now! Hold on, Angel! Hold on!"
I felt my shoulders grow numb, and knew my time was up.
"Don't do it, don't you say goodbye to me!"
I felt nothing. Emptiness. My heart had broken completely, and now I was gone. I deserved to die. This was my fate.
I struggled to open my eyes, to gain enough strength to find his. I wanted one everlasting memory of the angel that came into my life so unexpectedly, flipped my world upside down, stole my soul from me, and taught me how to love again - despite my imperfections.
And when I found his eyes, I was at peace again. One last time.
And then I closed my eyes to rest, the first time in over a hundred years.
Chapter One - Uncontrollable Fate
"Name?"
"Isabella Swan."
"Swan?"
"Yes."
"Hmm..." The gray-haired lady stuck the chewed pencil in her mouth and began to rummage through the stack of papers, searching silently. I smiled pleasantly toward her, secretly annoyed by the fact that her eyes were much weaker than mine. I saw my name on the corner of the third sheet ten minutes ago, but didn't want to make her think she was doing her job inadequately. Clearly, this wasn't her fault. She was just a human.
I rested my chin to my hand and leaned against the counter, amused by the ticking of the clock above her head. How long was this really going to take? My father was waiting for me in his cruiser, and everyone knew it wasn't nice to keep Chief Swan waiting. Patience was a virtue that both of us severely lacked. And hearing her thoughts as she thought about the latest Matlock rerun she watched last night was beginning to test my patience even more.
I cleared my throat, trying to get her attention.
"I-S-A-B-E-L-L-A?" The receptionist spelled out each letter, making sure she wasn't looking in the wrong place.
I nodded, forcing another smile. I knew I couldn't take it much longer, and the thought of climbing over this counter, yanking the paper from her fingers, shoving my finger towards my name, and calling her an idiot was sounding more appealing by the second. But I refrained.
A few moments passed, and she finally paused and returned my smile. "Here you are: Isabella Swan." She gave me my new schedule for the year, my books, some papers for my father to sign, and a list of extracurricular activities I might take interest to this year. I thanked her briefly and walked swiftly out of the room.
Glancing at the small paper that had my locker number and combination scribbled on it, I sighed. Another year has officially begun. A year of pretending to be something I'm not, in a world where everyone around me was so oblivious to anything outside the box of fashion, sex, music, and the latest party or scandal. Another year of playing sports I didn't care about, hanging out with girls who knew nothing about me, and lying to my father on an hourly basis about how great my life was and how I enjoyed being a teenager... still.
I guided up the tall stairs and down the dark, empty hallway, humming Debussy to myself. I found my locker at the end of the hall by the water fountain. It was always at the end of a hall due to the fact that my last name began with an S.
"182." I noted the new locker number to myself as I twirled the combination around effortlessly. Opening it up, I shoved my new books inside and placed the sticky mirror on the door. I stared deeply into it, rubbing my pale fingers over my cheekbones and the lids of my deep eyes. After all these years, it still took me back every once in awhile to see the same, solid, stiff reflection looking back at me. Sure, I had beauty, and all the youthful qualities that made me attractive to the kids here at the school. And sure, I was wise beyond my years. But this was because I have had over a hundred years to perfect these crafts. A hundred years of youth. And a hundred years of emptiness.
As I slammed the locker shut and walked back towards the stairs, a wave of panic crossed over me. I froze in my place, catching my breath sharply.
I smelled a human.
Not the typical, everyday, run-of-the-mill type of human. No, this was different.
The sweet, irresistible smell surrounded my face, and I could hear a steady heartbeat as clunky footsteps climbed up the stairs, toward me. I knew I needed to get out but I couldn't move. I have never been taken back like this before. I didn't know how to respond. What should I do? Do I hide? Should I panic? I hesitated as the irresistible smell became thicker, lost in my own devastating thoughts. My haunting thoughts. My uncontrollable thoughts.
Thoughts that could expose my father and I for who we truly are.
The steps came closer as more images hit me like a shockwave. Yes, it was an empty hallway. It was after 4 pm. Most of the faculty had gone home for the day, and since school didn't officially start until tomorrow, I knew I could probably react the way I immensely desired to, and have time clean up the mess before anyone would notice. No, I thought. I can't do this. Not to Charlie.
My hands began to shake and my breathing became shallow as I listened to the the rhythm-like heart beat. It was a man climbing the steps, this I was sure of. I could tell by the heavy octave in his breath, the heavier beat in his chest. But his smell was so appetizing, I knew I had to get out of there immediately. I held my breath as I turned around sharply, starting to run in the opposite direction. My body was trembling uncontrollably.
"Oh Miss!" The sound echoed through my ears as I tried to escape.
"Excuse me! Please wait!"
I froze in my tracks as I heard his footsteps softly graze toward me. The sound of his voice exploded into my body with echoes, overtaking me. It was the sound of an Angel, of that I was sure. I swallowed hard and hesitated to turn, trying to grasp a single thought to force myself to keep running away. Get away from him, I thought to myself. Don't look at his face, it will be too tempting.
I heard his shallow breath get louder as he approached me now. I fought to control my trembling body, my quivering breath, my brutal thoughts. Then, I pushed myself to turn around.
I gasped, my jaw hitting the floor. Not only was his smell delicious and his heartbeat the sound of the most beautiful drum, but the body that these things belonged to was perfect. I have never seen a human so beautiful in my entire life. He was tall and slim. His hair was a messy disarray of bronzed delight. He had deep, true, meaningful green eyes. His lips formed to a perfect pout, and when he smiled at me, he showed the most perfect set of white teeth.
I couldn't breathe, even if I had to.
"I'm sorry," the angel spoke effortlessly. "Did I scare you?"
I stayed frozen, my eyes trying to focus onto his. I curled my fists into balls, fighting back the urge to pounce on him.
The beautiful man tilted his head slightly to his right, his smile growing larger. "Are you alright?" he asked, showing true concern.
I nodded, trying to find my words. What the hell is happening to me?
He nodded back at me, smile staying in place.
We stared at each other, frozen at our marks. The building was empty and the silence was overbearing as the pace of his heart echoed off of the solid walls. More thoughts crashed over me now, thoughts so devastating that I couldn't force myself to process them.
I wanted him more than anything ever before, and I couldn't hide it. I took a step closer to him, and forced myself to gain control. I shook my arms around, loosening up my stance. "I-I'm sorry," I spoke lightly, clearing my throat and giving him my best smile. Confidence was overtaking me.
My control was much better, and all I felt now was desire. I turned my head towards him, taking another step. "Was there something I can help you with?" As I took another small step towards him, I could hear his heart rate kick up a few notches. I was getting to him in the same, but opposite way that he was getting to me.
"C-Could you help me find my locker? I'm new here."
I smiled, taking the small piece of paper from him and meeting his eyes once more. Then I read the number. "183. You're right next to me."
His smile grew larger as he followed behind me, walking towards our lockers. "Well, that is convenient then," he mused.
I nodded, stopping and leaning against my new locker. "Yeah, they always put the new kids at the end of the lockers, and I have a last name that begins with an S, so they're always near me."
He nodded as he opened the locker and shoved his stuff inside. "Thank you so much," he said graciously. He reached out his hand for me to shake it. "I'm Edward Cullen."
"It's nice to meet you, Edward Cullen." I took his hand, subsiding thoughts of murder and death. But as we touched, another shockwave shook my body and we both jerked away immediately.
He froze, his eyes staring deep into mine. I shoved my hand into my jean pocket, looking down. More thoughts rose into my mind as his heartbeat kicked up again. He was startled. My slight touch startled him.
This wasn't good. This made me want him more.
I had to get out of there.
I began to quickly walk around him, heading towards the steps. "I-I gotta go, my father is waiting on me."
He nodded, placing his own perfect hands into his pockets, and leaned against the locker. "Well, it was nice meeting you." he said, more calm now.
I waved behind me as I ran down the steps, struggling with my emotions to charge back and attack him. As I ran out of the building, the smells of him faded away, and although I could think clearer, I was suddenly miserable. I wanted that smell back, the feel of him to return to me.
I suddenly felt more alone.
I ran to my father's vehicle, tossing myself inside in a hurry. "Sorry I'm late!" I gasped, wrapping my seatbelt around me and buckling in. "The receptionist couldn't find my name."
Charlie laughed and put the truck in gear, driving out of the parking lot. "I was beginning to wonder if you committed a massecure on the school faculty," he teased.
I shot him a dirty look before leaning my head against the window, trying to flush out the thoughts of the Angel I just witnessed.
He was so perfect. He was irresistible.
I knew right then that I had to do whatever it took to stay away from him. I couldn't expose myself like this. Not after all my father has worked for to keep us safe, and to build a reputation here in Forks.
The car ride was silent and as we walked inside our home, I felt myself begin to shake again with the very notion of that man crossing my mind again. I needed to hunt. Immediately.
I jogged up the steps to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me as I tried to gather my thoughts. But I couldn't escape him. Not even if I tried to. I was suddenly surrounded by decisions and questions. It was as if I were under a silent attack, and I couldn't figure out why this was happening to me.
Who was this man? Why wasn't he like all the other humans I surrounded myself with on a daily basis? What made him so different, and why was he crawling further underneath my skin by the second? Why couldn't I escape from his passionate stare? Worst, did I really want to escape?
I couldn't take a moment to think to save my life. But I needed to, this I knew... If I was going to save his.
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So there we go, my first REAL fanfiction story, besides the EB honeymoon - which has been leading from points of them in Breaking Dawn. This has been something in my head that I couldn't help but tell. I know it somehow takes awhile for beginnings like this to sink in and enjoy, but I hope that you will give this a shot and have some faith! Comments, advice, suggestions are always welcome. Please review and stay tuned!