A/N: 3rd fanfic. But the first two are on my other account (Got my name changed LEGALLY). So yeah, I'm hoping this will be a better one - third time lucky, ehh? Bigger authors note at the end. This is just a mere 'Hello'. So... HELLO!!

Summary: Bella isn't human, and she knows it, but no one else does. She was bullied when she was younger, but moved to Phoenix with her mother when her parents divorced. She transformed herself and has come back to Forks for revenge as her confident new self. Vampires, Shape shifters and others ;) BxEd. No lemons, but M 'cos I'm paranoid!

Revenge is Sweet

Chapter One - Don't Forgive, Don't Forget

"I thought you were above all of this, Bella," Charlie sighed as we drove from the airport so fast that the trees and other forms of... green, for lack of a better word, blurred before my eyes.

"Well, sorry to disappoint you," I spat, "after what they put me through, they deserve what I'm going to give them."

And only I know what they're getting, and how they'll get it. They will be my slaves.

Charlie didn't know how harsh they were to me when I was younger.

How much they taunted me.

He didn't know how it hurt.

And he doesn't know how it has affected me.

I don't care if he is my father or not he still has no right to judge me when he doesn't know the basics. I can still remember the day I left very clearly.

***

"I'm glad you're going," Jet hissed, "you deserve to go away! It's your fault your parents are getting divorced."

"Yeah, and no one here likes you anyway," Marlon laughed. Several others followed their lead, chuckling and pointing towards the new boy.

In his hands was a piece of blue paper. There were words scattered across the page beneath the title 'Frizzabella Swot'.

Ugly, unwanted, unloved, hated, stupid, nerd, swot, frizzy hair, harry potter glasses, scar freak, freak, idiot, fatty, goth, and others too horrible to mention.

***

I had unruly, frizzy, curly hair. It was a dull, golden blonde. I had ridiculous glasses, was overweight, self-conscious, and an easy target for bullies.

Oh, and of course my scar. I had, well, still have, a large crescent shaped scar on my neck. I woke to find it for the first time when I was eight years old. It was shockingly cooler than the rest of my body.

I'm not quite sure how I got it, although I know it was from a vampire, but one who was perhaps not venomous? I don't know, but, I don't care either.

I moved to Phoenix with my mother after she divorced my father when I was 10.

My mother, Renée, was a fashion designer and model; she had worked with and for huge designer labels. Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana and Chanel were amongst some of them.

Charlie, my dad, is a lawyer. I don't see him much; he's always travelling from state to state to find a better range of clients or to see his previous and current clients.

After 7 years in Phoenix transforming myself and gaining confidence I wanted to go back to Forks and get my revenge on all of those losers who ever dared to insult me.

My curls had loosened; they now cascaded down my back in perfect ringlets. I had dyed my hair a very rich, dark chocolate brown when I was 15, it looked amazing with the hi-lights and lo-lights in shades of caramel and honey.

I had lost a dramatic amount of weight, going from 130lbs at age 10, to 110lbs at 17. My skin was still perfectly clear and an almost translucent porcelain white.

At 12, I didn't need glasses as much, because my eyesight was improving rapidly, and I got sick of being bullied in Phoenix, so I thought 'I'm not putting up with this shit anymore, it's time to do something about it' and that was that. I changed myself, inside and out.

I'm now much more confident and headstrong than I was all of those years ago and a hell of a lot prettier.

I will be avenged, Forks, I will be avenged.

Charlie's sleek, red, Mercedes M7 came to a halt at the driveway of his house. It was smaller than my house in Phoenix, but still grand.

It was white. And very clean. He must hire people to wash his house daily, although, the rain probably does that for him. 2 men hurried towards the car.

One had long black hair, covering half of his ice blue eyes. He looked around 20 years old. I thought he would be a bit of fun. The other man was in his fifties or sixties probably. He was bald with withered skin around his tired, grey eyes.

Charlie exited the car and opened my door for me.

"Wallace, Cameron," Charlie began, addressing the men with great formality, "This is Isabella, my daughter. Her bags are in the trunk. Could one of you please escort her to her room and give her a tour of the house?"

The young one nodded.

"Well, Cameron, I must be off. I have some very important business which much be dealt with soon," Charlie commented, walking back to me, kissing my forehead. "Goodbye, Bella. Don't fret to call me anytime you need anything."

I nodded in response. Cameron took all 4 of my bags from the trunk of the car. Wallace offered tea, coffee and biscuits which we politely declined.

Cameron led me up a long, spiralled, glass staircase. My heels clinked against the steps. I followed him down a hallway then up yet another set of stairs.

"This," Cameron said, pointing to a lavender door, "is your bedroom. It is en-suite. There is also a kitchen up here and a small reception. This is your entire floor except for the four rooms to your right which are mine, Wallace, Jamie and Katherine's."

He walked into my room, dropping my bags and flicking back his dark, endearing fringe. It made him seem oh so mysterious.

"If you want any help, just call for me," he shouted, starting to descend the first flight of stairs.

"Cameron, wait!" I called; he walked back into my room. I hadn't seen him leave the first time, even with my overly perfect vision.

"Yes?"

"Bella Swan," I smiled, holding out my hand.

"Cameron Smith," he laughed, shaking my hand firmly, I tightened my grasp, "wow, a girl that doesn't shake hands like a wet noodle." I laughed.

"So, tell me about yourself."
"I'm 19, from Seattle, I like the colour purple. My mom and dad are called Frank and Allison. I have two younger sisters, Janie and Mae, and an older brother, Frank Jr. I have 2 dogs, Aly and AJ. They were named by my youngest sister, Mae, obviously. She's a big fan. I prefer bands like Paramore. And you?"

"17, I moved from Forks when I was 10 to Phoenix then back to Forks. I like the colour red. My mom and dad are called Charlie and Renée. I'm an only child, never had a pet, and I too prefer the musical style of such bands."

"Nice," he responded. I smirked. The poor boy wouldn't know what hit him. I wandered up to him, placing my arms around his neck and pulling him down. I underestimated his height. He must be at least 6 foot.

I crashed my lips into his, I could feel his hesitation.

"I won't tell anybody if you don't," I whispered against his lips. The hesitation he had previously was gone and he was kissing me back properly. We continued making out on the bed for about 30 minutes until I heard another car pull into the driveway.

It was a green, Lamborghini Murcielago. The driver got out and rapped on the door. I looked up at Cameron. His lips were pink and slightly swollen. He really was too easy. I applied some fresh lip gloss, flashed him a smile and ran down the stairs.

I opened the door. A smartly dressed man looked up at me questioningly.

"Isabella Swan?" he asked.

"The one and only," I chuckled.

"Well then Ms. Swan, I believe this is yours," he gestured towards the car, "there is a note from your father on the dashboard." He placed the keys in my hand.

I squealed, "Oh My Gosh, it is perfect. Whoever you are, please thank him for me. Wait, how are you getting back?"

"I only drove from 5 houses down. Your father and I are good friends; I agreed to mind the car for him until you arrived. My daughter did some work on the engine so it goes a little faster. My name is Carlisle Cullen."

"Oh, okay, well, thank you. I suppose I shall see you around."

"Goodbye, Isabella."

"Just Bella, please. And Goodbye," I smiled.

"Bella," he repeated. I nodded and he smiled and walked out of the gates.

I opened the car doors and they swung upwards. Holy frick! This is awesome! I sat in the driver's seat, smiling uncontrollably. I glanced at my dress. It was wrinkled after my make-out session but still presentable.

I tilted the mirror, glancing at my reflection and then at my watch. 2:47pm. Seattle is 7 hours ahead so it would be... 9:47pm. I twiddled with the knob at the side of the clock face until it read 9:47pm.

It was quite dark out and the dark clouds had started spitting tiny water droplets to the Earth. Or just Forks. Forks loves rain. It's weird.

I swung my slender, pale legs from the car until I felt my shoes smack against the pavement. I stood up, smoothing down my dress, and pulling the door closed. I pressed a button on the car keys. It made an unusual noise as the car locked.

Clutching the keys, I walked back inside. My outfit dotted was with rain but I was happy that I had an awesome car and a new friend with benefits. I wasn't expecting my first 2 hours to be so productive.

I opened one of my bags which was by my bed and pulled out a short high-waisted pair of shorts with a plain white tank top. My brown heels should go awesome with this.

I hung the outfit and a long, cream, pearl necklace on a coat hanger and placed the shoes in my wardrobe beneath it.

I walked into the en-suite bathroom with a clean set of silk pyjamas in my hand, my toothbrush in the other.

I undressed slowly and hopped into the shower. The water was ice cold. It shocked me and I screamed.

Someone ran to the bathroom door.

"Are you okay?" an alarmed yet feminine voice asked.

"Yeah, thanks, the water was just a bit cold and it shocked me. Sorry for wasting your time," I replied courteously.

"It's fine, Bella, I'm Katherine, by the way. I'm the housekeeper but I'm also looking after you if and when your father isn't around so if you need me, just call for me," Katherine told me.

The water heated up and I lathered my strawberry scented shampoo into my hair. The hot water unknotted the muscles in my back, I was so relaxed it was unbelievable.

As I got out of the shower, I ran my hand along the towel rack. I wrapped myself in a warm, cotton towel, drying myself. I wrapped another towel around my hair like a turban and changed into my pyjamas. The shorts were a bit tight but otherwise quite comfortable.

Charlie must've arrived whilst I was enjoying my shower as he greeted me as I walked into the main living room.

"Bella, dear, I'm sorry I had to rush off earlier. Gosh, you've grown so much! You must be around 5'9" now! Look how beautiful you're getting. I have missed you so much," Charlie continued his speech. I blocked his voice from my exceptionally good hearing.

Charlie continued rambling; just the constant movement of his lips was beginning to annoy me. Charlie's lamp rose from its table then smashed on the floor.

I'm getting a lot better at this, if you ask me. It started when I was about 14, I found that I could move things with my mind. It's really cool if you ask me but a sour thought could have someone flying into a wall.

Charlie looked at me in awe, he must have seen my hair and my blue eyes lighten, the paler flecks of colour dominating.

"Your eyes they..." he began so quietly that no human would have been able to hear it, "never mind."

"Oh my gosh," I stared at the lamp in fake horror, "I... I think I want to go to bed now. It's getting late anyway and I want to go shopping tomorrow. Shops are open on Sundays here, right?"

"Bella, you have school tomorrow. It's Sunday today! You're flight was delayed in case you forgot," he reminded me, placing his hand on my shoulder, "but you're right. You probably should get to bed."

School. Fun, fun, fun, I thought sarcastically. I can't believe that I forgot that my flight had been delayed.

I looked at the clock on the side of my bed. It read 11:03pm. I rolled over under the covers and drifted into a sleep. I had a very odd dream.

***

"I know what you are so don't act like you're unaware of it," Jet hissed at me.

I replied, "go on, say it."

A tall bronze-haired man ran at a shocking inhuman speed - faster than me - crashing into Jet.

"Leave her alone!" he screamed at Jet.

"I don't need your protection," I stated, putting my hands on my hips.

He smirked and sighed, "I know, Bella, but you will receive it anyway."

This God-like man pinned Jet to the ground. Jet struggled but was giving up.

"This isn't over ,Bella," Jet spat, and then acknowledged the bronze-haired man, "Cullen."

***

I awoke in a cold sweat. Five nail marks were engraved into my arm, I assumed they were my own. Cullen is hot, I thought and glanced at my alarm clock. 4:17am. Damn, I went back asleep: a dreamless sleep.

A/N: If you liked/disliked it, have any questions, any comments, any improvements or even a guess as to what Bella is then just review (: or PM me. Oh and should Jacob be in the story?? It's unlikely that you will know what Bella is, because it's extremely unheard of and was difficult to for me to find information about it. I have dropped hints, which you won't understand until you know what she is and have googled it! I will try and update weekly and if not weekly, then fortnightly. I was listening to 'Suck it up, Princess - Ten Second Epic' when I finished this. Thanks, Lexie xo

P.S. There are lots of pictures on my profile to give you a better idea of her outfits, the house, Cameron, her hair etc. So check it out ;)