My second crossover! but it's my first story with the Vampire Diaries characters. Hope you all like. no flames, please.

I'm putting a quote from the Vampire Diaries in each chapter, so you guys can guess who said it, and if it's from the books or the TV show. I'll let you know the answer in the next A/N of the next chapter. And don't worry if some people aren't in here that you want to be in here, I'll bring them in later! Well, it really depends on the characters. If you want Charlie to be in here, I'll tell you right now that I'm not planning on having him in this story. He might come in eventually, but no promises!

Damon: That's all well and good, Ashley, but you forgot one little thing.

Me: Which is?

Bonnie: The disclaimer. You know, where you tell everyone that you don't own anything, and that L.J. Smith gets all rights to the Vampire Diaries books, and CW gets the rights to the TV show. And Stephanie Meyer claims Twilight.

Me: Why? You just said it for me!

Damon: *looks into my eyes, hypnotizing me* Say that you don't own anything.

Me: I don't own anything.

Damon: Very good. *Stops hypnotizing me*

Me: Damon! Bonnie, got any vervain on you? *Damon glares at me* Never mind, shutting up now. READ PEOPLE! Before he kills me!

Bella POV

I looked around as I drove past the humans' tiny houses. One of them could fit in my old bedroom! Okay, maybe that's exaggerating a bit, but still. Forks, Washington had to be one of the smallest towns I have ever seen! And in my five hundred years, I've seen a lot. And no, I'm not old and wrinkly. I'm forever sixteen. I'm a vampire, and so are my brothers. Damon is forever twenty, and Stefan is eighteen. If they hadn't been so stupid and fallen for her, then none of this would have happened. But I guess it's not really their fault, when your "girlfriend" has mind-control powers. But it's a big world, I haven't run into them often.

I pulled into my new driveway. See? Having a super-rich daddy five hundred years ago does come in handy after all. The house was small, a two-story house surrounded on two sides by trees. It was plain brown, but it'll have to do. Father wouldn't be happy if he could see what I was living in, but I really didn't care! As long as it didn't collapse on me or get a leak in the middle of a heavy rain storm, I'm good.

The door was wide open, and the realtor was waiting on the porch. When I stepped on the porch, she hopped up and held out her hand.

"I'm Janie Mallory. I just need you to sign some papers, then the house is all yours." She held out a stack of papers to me, and I took them.

"Should we go inside, where it's more comfortable?" I asked.

She blushed. "Oh, yes. All right," she said awkwardly. I stepped inside, glad that the house didn't stop me from coming in. It was embarrassing, to say the least, when you couldn't step inside a house because you weren't invited in. It happened only once before to Stefan. Never to me, grazie a Dio.

I sat down at the new table that I had ordered to be brought here three weeks ago. That was the first time I stepped foot in the house, and I realized immediately that I could remain inconspicuous and make a quick getaway out the back window once the sun set.

I stroked my necklace, a simple gold chain with five smaller chains on it. A lapis lazuli stone hung on the end of each smaller chain. I also had a couple pairs of earrings to go with it in one of my bags. I handed the papers back to Mrs. Mallory, willing her to leave so I could go hunt and admire the scenery from a bird's eye view. She stood up, shook my hand, handed me the keys, and was out the door. Once I was sure she was gone, I unloaded my car, taking everything inside in three loads. Then I put the hood up in case it started to rain. I found the biggest bedroom, which also faced the forest (my bed was away from the sun if it ever decided to show its bright sunny face). So everything was good. I unpacked my books, some of which were about a century old, my favorite dresses from five hundred years ago, and my personal items. My furniture was already here, due to over-night shipping. I had added to our bank account for centuries, so why couldn't I use the money as I wished?

I laid the final picture- a portrait of my brothers, my father, and myself, painted about a year before she came, and destroyed our lives forever. I was smiling; Damon appeared bored, but I noticed the small smile playing around the corners of his mouth. Man, whoever painted this was amazing. They got every detail, right down to the small hole in Damon's boot. Stefan was like my father, stiff and grim, but he had a little laughter in his eyes. I completely ignored the image of our father- he was too aristocratic for my liking. He thought everyone but the king was below us, and that we were one of the best families around. Whatever I did would never pleased him; he was a perfectionist. My older brothers would always praise me whenever my tutor told them of my almost perfect sewing technique when I was twelve; Giuseppe, however, was not pleased. Just because I could never manage to sew in a straight line, he would always make me try for three hours after the tutor went home, and I could never make it perfect. He threatened to send me to the school in the city, and then he would marry me off to a rich male when I was seventeen. He almost did, too; had it not been for Damon coming home that summer, I would have been married to a filthy forty year old widower. He smelled of smoke, and he was always giving me strange looks. He was undressing me in his mind, probably. Disgusting.

I pulled myself from my memories and slipped out the front door. As soon as I was behind the house, I shifted into a red-tailed hawk and flew off into the woods.

Stefan and Damon were under the misimpression that you have to drink human blood to turn into an animal. I knew better. You only had to drink enough. Damon could turn into two animals- a crow and a wolf- because he drinks human blood. I drink big animals, not squirrels, and that's how I get my power.

I soared above the trees, feeling the soft breeze beneath my wings and hearing the soft footsteps of a mountain lion nearby.

"Come on, Alice!" someone cried. I heard light footfalls, but even breathing. Strange. I landed on a branch when the mountain lion took off, running right under the tree I was perched in. A large shape crashed through the brush softly, tackling the mountain lion that was fifty feet away. Whoa. A smaller figure danced out of the trees behind the first guy.

"Emmett," she reprimanded in a tinkling voice, "you've gone and scared away all the deer!"

"Sorry, Alice," the burly shape said. He stood up from feeding, and I saw that he had muscles from one of those sports magazines. He had curly black hair and golden eyes.

I looked at the girl and noticed the resemblances. Both had the pale skin, but she was facing away from me so I couldn't see her eyes. She was shorter than me, had spiky black hair, and was wearing designer clothes. Come to think of it, so was Emmett. Must be rich, then.

"Come on, we've got to go. I've still got to hunt, and there's a new girl coming to school tomorrow."

How did she know that? I never told anyone I was coming.

"Ooh, lovely. Jessica Stanley'll be all over the poor girl, trying to get some new gossip info." Emmett rolled his eyes. "And Mike Newton will try to get her to go out with him. That kid thinks he's so cool, just because he's the quarterback on the football team. Well, our team sucks anyway, he's not helping it."

Note to self: avoid Jessica Stanley and Mike Newton, whoever they were. Not that I was going to interact much anyway. If I got too attached, I'd just be that much sadder when I move or they die.

They were on the move again. Guess that's my cue to leave. I took off after them, deciding to have a little fun. I swooped right beside Emmett's face, bringing him to a halt. He cursed. I landed in another branch.

"Alice, did you see that big-ass bird?" he cried.

Alice rolled her eyes. "Duh, Emmett. I'm not blind, of course I saw it. Why do you think I'm standing ten feet away from you?"

But I didn't scare her. That shortie sure is strange.

"Why are you so mean to me?" Emmett whined.

"Uh, have you met you, Emmett? You're easy to annoy at times."

I ruffled my feathers and headed east when Emmett threw a rock at me. Twerp. He was younger than me by at least four centuries.

One thing's for sure, I thought as I chased down a herd of deer, tomorrow was going to be interesting. Especially knowing that there were other vampires in town.

So? You like? The quote is actually a conversation, so TWO people say something. Tell me who originally said it, which version of V.D.'s it's from, and what was originally said. This way, I know that you're interested, and I'll keep writing! You don't HAVE to guess, if you don't want, but I put so much effort finding the right spot to put it in. Good reviews are nice, i guess. Just NO FLAMES!

ASHLEY