This crossover takes place in between Twilight and New Moon and in Season 1 of The Vampire Diaries. Damon does not have an interest in Elena in this one and he stopped obsessing over Katherine as well.

Iza

No one in this town had a clue who I actually was - especially not Edward and the Cullens. I wouldn't be hiding who I was if it wasn't for the fact he didn't remember me. I had needed to figure out why he didn't remember me so I had used a faux name and changed my appearance. Everyone in this town believed my name was Bella Swan because I made them believe so. My actual name was Isabella Everette and I am not in the least bit human.

I've been a vampire for one hundred and forty five years but fortunately I am a different type of vampire than the Cullens. I had no clue there was even another type until I had come across them. There are many differences between us from the way we can be killed to the way the sun affects us. If I would have to guess, I would say a witch created their type of vampires when trying to immortalize themselves. Because while sparkling in the sunlight sounds absolutely ridiculous, it's a lot more kind than what will happen if I go in the sun without my bracelet.

I was growing tired of pretending to be the daughter of the chief police even if it did have some enjoyable aspects. When I had originally came to Forks, Washington, I was looking for a witch only to discover she had died a decade ago. As I was leaving the town I had seen a glass house but what I heard from that house made me linger. I had heard his voice and he had seen me through the window but it didn't seem as if he knew who I was. I could hear him complaining about how hungry he was and how he wished the humans wouldn't walk so close to the house.

I had to stay after that, find out why Jasper didn't recognize me even if it had been over a century. When I had put on this wig and the first set of these contacts I hadn't expected to have to wear them so long. Edward, Jasper's 'brother,' had gained an interest in me because my blood smells differently and had decided that he loved me because of that I guess. What he didn't realize was my blood smelled like this because I had a mixture of all kinds of different human blood running through my veins. I had let curiosity get the best of me and pretended to be interested in Edward just so I could be a little closer to Jasper.

It had been a mistake to do so, because now I was tangled in this web of lies with a seriously invested virgin vampire. I don't know why I let it get to this point when I knew I would never reveal myself. From the moment I started my first day of school at Forks High and saw how happy Jasper was with Alice I knew I couldn't do it to him. There was no way I could ever be so cruel to ruin his happy life even if I wanted to.

I sped across the bedroom I called my own, in Charlie's sad home and pulled up a part of the floorboard. I hid things there in case Charlie came in here or Edward decided to snoop around when he thought I didn't know he was in my room watching me. I cringed at the thought of that, knowing I really needed to get out of here. I picked up a faded, antique photo of a man with dark brown hair with the sweetest features and myself. When this photo had been taken I had been so in love with this man. Even more than Jasper possibly but I hadn't got the chance to find out before I was forced to leave.

As I stared at the photo, I decided now was the time to leave this dreary town. I needed to go see if the man in this photo could possibly still be alive like Emily Bennett had promised me at one point. I had never believed her but even being back in the town I was from would make me feel better after months of playing pretend. I walked over to the desk and put down the photo before taking out a pen and paper and writing a letter to Edward in hopes it would keep him from searching for me.

Dear Edward,

You're not going to understand what any of this means and I'm sorry for that. You were sweet, a little obsessive and too traditional, but sweet. Everything you know about me is a complete lie and it's time for me to stop living this lie. I'm hoping that you knew that deep down. That I never loved you, that I wasn't who I said I was, and it was too good to be true.

Don't have poor Alice look for me, it will be useless. You won't find me. No one ever does. Don't bother Charlie or anyone else about me either. They will have no idea who I am and will think you are mental.

BS

I folded up the piece of paper and slipped it into the back pocket of my faded jeans with a small smile. Using the initials for Bella Swan seemed perfect with how these past couple of months have been - some bs. I turned and looked in the tall mirror before closing my eyes. After sucking in a breath I tucked my fingers into the brown dull locks and pulled out one little blonde curl and let it hang out beneath the wig. It would be nice to be able to be me again.

With another breath, my eyes opened and I saw the milky brown contacts that disgusted me every second that ticked by. I hated looking in the mirror and seeing a pretend version of myself when I didn't have to. It had almost been 40 years since I had stopped hiding just for me to start being hidden again for a different reason. With a new sense of motivation I turned my back to the mirror before I sped downstairs and in front of Charlie. He nearly spilled his bowl of soup all over himself from shock. I would have honestly felt bad for that because Charlie was a kind man which was why it hurt me to take from him what had given his life happiness again.

"Bella, how did you -" Charlie began to question me after sitting his soup down on the small desk beside him but I cut him off.

I looked him in his eyes, compulsion working even through the contacts, and he began to melt. "Charlie, things will go back to the way they were before you met me. In fact, you won't even remember me. The stuff in the upstairs bedroom opposite yours will go back to being the belongings of both Renée and your dead child's. The reason that you and her divorced will go back to being because that baby died when she was three months old."

That information going back into someone is enough to destroy a person but Charlie was a strong man. He just went a little mental when his baby died. Which is understandable, I could only imagine how that feels. I hated that I was bringing this pain back to him but there couldn't be any questions. I couldn't risk Edward finding me and causing Jasper to realize who I truly am.

I sped out of the Swan home and went into the next one, and the next. Quickly, I made my way around town to anyone that had ever made contact with me. It only took me a hour actually to put the same thought in every one's mind. Compelling each and every human with the same phrase, "The name Bella Swan will go back to being the Chief of Police, Charlie Swan's, dead infant."

Well, the whole town except for the shapeshifters, that liked to call themselves werewolves, and the Cullens. When I had came to the town I knew the shapeshifters couldn't be compelled by me. So, I compelled Charlie to tell them that I was his daughter that Renée had hidden from him. It worked, mostly.

I had hope that they would eventually give up looking for me. I knew that Edward would make Alice look for me but how would she even be able to find me in Virginia. I didn't plan to go by any recognizable sites and I had never mentioned Virginia before. If I could hide from a crazy vampire for all these years I doubted they could find me.

I was in front of the last person that I was compelling in this town. Mike Newton, the boy that had had a ridiculous crush on me. I had just compelled him to forget me but I needed him for one more thing. There was no way I could go to the Cullen house and deliver the note myself. They would see me if I just left it and I wasn't sure if I could speed away from them fast enough. So, that was what Mike Newton was for.

"Mike," I started as I looked into his eyes. The boy was putty in my hands. "In exactly two hours you are going to get into your car and drive up to the Cullen home and deliver this note directly to Edward and no one else." I pulled out the note from my pocket and handed it to him. "You are not going to remember how it came into your possession but you know that you have to deliver it."

"In exactly two hours I am going to get into my car and give this note to Edward and no one else. I don't know who gave it to me but I have to deliver it." He repeated in a monotone voice.

The moment he finished that sentence, I nodded once, before disappearing. Two hours was enough to get me to where I needed to be. I could already tell that my life was about to be a lot more interesting.

Damon

I guess it was too much to ask to just be able to sit down, drink my bourbon and for Stefan to just be quiet. Stefan was leaning against the wall talking about some girl. I sighed before putting down my glass and turning my head and looking at Stefan. It wasn't that I didn't care about Stefan's problem of Elena not believing he didn't like Caroline. I just had my own problems to deal with and my problems trumped anyone else's.

"Honestly, Stefan, I don't have time for this right now. Why don't you go eat bambi or something?" I stood up and walked past him. "But I think you should choose the non-Katherine double. She's a bitch just like the original."

Stefan grumbled , "She's not a bitch, I don't like Caroline, this is your fault" But I didn't pay too much attention to what he was saying as he continued talking. I'm sure it was my fault one way or another but Stefan needed to learn to compel his problems away. He was a vampire, he should enjoy the benefits of being one. I got like this every year around this time. Tomorrow was the day Iza disappeared and her birthday. Maybe it wasn't right to take it out on Stefan. But I took it out on whoever was around me each year, either way.

Though I suppose it's hard on him too. Iza was his friend, best friend even, and he had lost her too. But he hadn't loved her, no one had loved her like I had loved her. And neither of us knew what happened to her. One day she was here and then the next she had just up and disappeared. Stefan thinks she's dead but I have a little hope that by some chance she got turned too. It seemed like everyone in town had become a supernatural creature at some point.

Opening the alcohol cabinet, I listened as I heard the door open and Stefan walk out the door and close it behind him. With a roll of my eyes I picked up another bottle of bourbon. He's probably running to Elena to talk about his feelings. I wonder if he even knew what tomorrow was supposed to be. It made me angry to think he didn't but I couldn't know for sure. I hadn't brought it up and I didn't plan to.

I plopped down on the couch and gulped down the rest of the bourbon I had in my glass before taking the top off of the new bottle. I was pouring some into my now empty glass when I heard knocking on the door. You have got to be kidding me. "Go away, no one's home." I screamed in the direction of the door before bringing my glass to my lips.

But whoever was at the door did not go away, they only knocked more rapidly. A groan escaped my lips before I pushed myself up off the couch. "If it's bambi and tweety bird to get revenge on Stefan, he's not here." I muttered under my breath before I made my way over to the door. With a grimace, I opened the door and who I saw made my mouth drop open slightly. She looked almost exactly like her despite the changes in hair and eye color.

"Now, Damon, when did you get so mean." This brown haired, brown eyed girl said with a pout. A pout I had only ever seen grace the face of Iza so many years ago. I reached my hand forward without saying a word and touched the brown hair. That's when I spotted the blonde hair sticking out under it.

I watched as she brought her own hands up and dug her fingers under the brown hair and pushed the now obvious brown wig off and let it drop into my hands. She lightly touched the right brown eye and a brown contact fell onto the ground in between us. A blue eye now peered at me beside the brown one. The now blonde headed girl poked her left eye just as lightly and the other blue eye stared at me.

"Iza."