The Living Hell

Chapter 1:

I stood face to face with evil incarnate, looking at me with a fire in his eyes, red eyes gleaming at me, pale snow-white skin that looked frosty against black hair, as if I couldn't win the fight, while his friend was over in the corner of the storage shed, mangled and burning. Skin burning filled my nostrils, skin sizzling filled my ears and I smiled, exhilarated.

We circled around each other, both looking for an opening: I was used of this dance by now. I seen an opening and kicked out with my right leg, hitting him in the chest, he grunted at the impact and fell backwards, slamming against the metal wall, it sounded like a two banging sheets of metal being thrown against each other but louder. He lunged at me, but I unsheathed my sword and sung backwards and swung into the side of his neck, and his head came off with a pop. His body collapsed against the cement floor. I knew better, now, than to leave his body lying there like that, he could be found by one of his friends and put back together with their venom they produced when feeding. He was heavy, the deadweight against my muscle strained as I continued to drag him into the burning pile of limbs. I put the head in the burning pile as well.

Pulling out my dagger I carved into the side wall "this kitty has claws" and scratched three diagonal lines next to it, making it look like a cat scratch. It was my signature move. I stepped back to observe my work, I only wasted forty-five minutes on my handy work and slaying. Record time, I thought to myself, peering outside the shed to see if anyone was there, all clear, I quickly jogged back inside the airport, where I was catching a flight to Port Angeles, where my dad was picking me up and driving me to Forks. I was moving there to spend time with my father-Charlie Swan, the Chief of Police. I slowed to a walk as I reached the entrance, looking for my Terminal when I entered I followed the signs and placed my carry-on luggage and bag on the loft where it'd get scanned for dangerous items. Scoff, little did they know I would be wearing the dangerous items, sheathed under all my clothing. I showed the lady my ticket and walked up to the metal detector, I already scoped out the Guards, their routine and all the cameras. The Guard was looking bored and staring off into space. I slipped my knife into a girl's pocket that was walking ahead of me before anyone could see me. She walked through, the alarms went blaring, and straight after I walked through, it was still going off, probably because of all my dangerous possessions, I quickly got my knife out of her pocket and slipped it back into my sheath under my leather jacket. "Miss, do you have any metal on you?" he asked the lady that walked in front of me. Turned to me and smiled. "You're fine, miss."

I grabbed my carry-on luggage and checked in my suitcase, smirking and leaving the poor girl behind me that got held up. I am soo bad, I thought to myself smiling.

I walked to the escalator and turned back to see the lady get searched, I giggled a little, but kind of felt bad for her considering she got used in my little way of getting through the security without being detected. I found my flight and everyone was already starting to board. I made it just in time. I walked down the tunnel, following people to the small plane I was about to get on. I boarded the plane and found my seat with no worries, I was sitting at the window seat. The flight attendant made her rounds, checking if everyone was buckled in properly then went on about safety, about that time I started tuning out. My mum lived a pretty "hippy" lifestyle, travelling around with her new husband-Phil-who played minor league baseball. I enjoyed it because it gave me a chance to stay up late, hunting vampires and partying with my friends, but then I got kicked out for setting fire to gym, if they knew why they'd be thanking me, not kicking me out, but I couldn't tell them there was a hoard of vampires, feeding off the kids late at night in the school grounds, so I told them I was acting out because my mum was never home, so she sent me to live with my father in Forks. Urgh.

I looked out the entire window the whole flight and watched the water and clouds beneath me, a voice came over the loud speaker saying it was time to descend and to fasten the seatbelt and get prepared for landing. The ground came closer and closer and closer, the plane jolted a little as it hit the smooth surface of the ground and I breathed a sight of relief. I got my carry-on bag and exited the plane, walking through the airport as people stared, but I didn't care, I knew what I looked like: dark wavy brown hair that hung down to my ass, pale skin and big full pink lips, big brown eyes that looked sweet and innocent and sometimes looked like I knew too much (and yeah, I did, really), and I was a DD-cup, I was also thin-supermodel thin but with a lot of muscle, I probably also had a black eye underneath my makeup and a busted lip, which I could blame was on the cold and my lips getting chapped but other than that, yeah I was beautiful, and I knew it. I found Charlie amongst the crowd of people and he already had my luggage. I smiled as I approached him. "Bella?" he asked sounding shocked, I shrugged one shoulder.

"Hey dad," I replied.

"I'm going to need my shotgun to keep all the boys away from you," he joked, making me laugh, not because it was funny but because I could take care of myself, I have been for the past three years. "You've changed so much, you look like you could tackle down a bear," he said.

Just about have, I've beaten up all those loveable bloodsuckers, I thought of saying but instead I went with. "I have tackled bears."

He laughed. "Billy and I will sure need help catching all the fish," he said, hinting.

"I may find some spare time to help you with that." I smiled. Charlie chuckled and ruffled my hair. I slapped his hand away. "No touching my hair." It may have sounded conceded but my hair because a silly, wild mess when ruffled.

"That hurt," he said, frowning and rubbing his hand. I laughed.

"Teaches you for messing with my hair." I shrugged. We walked to the car and barely spoke another word the whole drive until we pulled up to his house. It just about nearly always rained in Forks. Charlie grabbed my duffel bag, the one filled with my weapons and grunted.

"What do you have in here Bells," he asked.

"Bombs, guns and all that," I pretended to joke, but I was really serious.

He laughed, thinking I was joking. "You shop too much."

"I know," I confirmed.

I grabbed the other two suitcases, full of clothes and we walked upstairs and placing my stuff on the bed and started to unpack my clothes. It was the same room I had grown up in, until my mum left him, taking me with her, then it was just my room over the holidays, the single bed had been replaced with a Queen size bed and purple duvet. The window sat just a metre away from the tree, easy enough to jump into and sneak out of, if I had to.

"You like purple?" Charlie asked uncomfortable.

"Purple's cool," I told him, while putting my stuff away. I had about an hour until school because I caught an early flight.

"Well, I'll let you unpack and get settled, and then I'll drive you to school," he said, shutting the door behind him. I smiled. Charlie wasn't usually one for small talk, a lot like me in that department. I started taking off my all my weapons, and lifted up the floorboard that was loose ever since I was a kid. I used it to hide stuff in there, I started placing my weapons in the bottom, but left my dagger out. I couldn't keep anything somewhere Charlie could find. That'd be stupid. He'd probably arrest me on the spot. How stupid would that be? Arresting your own daughter. It didn't take long for everything to be put away and when it was I decided to get dressed for school.

Pulling on my short denim skirt that stopped and inch or two under my butt, it hugged my muscly, yet skinny, legs perfectly. It was perfect. I wore my Aztec print racer-back tank top and black stilettos. I pulled on my black leather jacket and fixed my hair so it danced along my back in the breeze. I pulled on my holster for my dagger and slid it into the small pouch it tucked in, it sat flush up against the inside of my thigh so no one could see it. I put a change of clothes and shoes in my bag for gym and listened as my stilettos clicked on the floorboard as I walked down the stairs. I found Charlie in the kitchen and he looked up at me.

"You're not wearing that," he said.

"I'm old enough to decide what I want to wear, I'm not four anymore," I told him, a little harshly.

"Fine freeze then," he said and I smiled at him.

"Fine, I will," I said, taking a bit out of his toast. "I'm ready to go."

"Okay, come on kiddo," he said, finishing up his toast and got up, getting his keys.

"Can I drive?" I asked him. He handed me the keys and I unlocked the car, getting in the drivers' side.

"I'm getting scared already," he admitted, putting his seatbelt on. "Put your seatbelt on."

I put my seatbelt on. "Happy now?" I asked him and he smiled defiantly and sat back in the seat. I started the engine and put the clutch in, shifting the gear into reverse, I looked out all my mirrors and turned my shoulder as I edged out of the driveway and onto the road, pushing the clutch in and shifting it into first I sped off, clutch, clicking into second, clutch then third. I sped through the street and slowed down quickly to the intersection, with my indicator saying left. I watched for cars and there were none so I accelerated out of the intersection, clicking through the gears until I got to fifth.

"Bella slow down," Charlie exclaimed. I just laughed. "I'm never letting you drive the car again, maybe I might never let you drive again," he said holding onto the dashboard as I drifted around the corner to the school parking lot I laughed even harder. Everyone in the parking lot, stopped and stared. The car was so tinted they couldn't see in, so they probably thought Charlie was drunk or something. I pulled into a parking space and put it in park before unbuckling myself, turning and grabbing my bag and getting out. Charlie was still shaking at my driving. Charlie got out looking nauseous and walked to the driver's side. Everyone was staring at me. I waved to dad goodbye as he pulled out and giggled to myself again. I walked in the direction of the building that said 'OFFICE' in big bold letters.

I walked into the Office to see a lady with red curly hair, that was a bit plump and has glasses sitting on the edge of her nose. I walked up to the desk and she looked up at me, looking up from her paperwork. She looked at me shocked and then regained herself and smiled at mer.

"You must be Isabelle Swan?" she asked, politely.

"Bella," I corrected her.

"Of course," she said smiling and then got out some paperwork and handed it to me. "There's your schedule, a map and you just have to get your teachers to sign this slip because you won't be on the roll today."

"Thanks," I replied curtly.

"Have a good day," she said and I walked out the door.

I read my class schedule. First period: English. Second: Calculus Lunch Third Period: Bio. Fourth: P.E. Lunch then last: Music.

I had English with a nice girl named Jessica, she was tanned, had glasses, long straight brown hair and kind brown eyes. She offered to walk me to next class, which I accepted. I had Calculus with a nasty girl named Lauren who sneered and whispered about me so I threatened her and she shut the hell up. By threaten I mean, pinned her against the wall during lunch and lifted her up by her throat and told her if she ever said one more bitchy thing about me I'd snap her neck like a twig and she ran off scurrying like a little bitch.

So now I was sitting with Jessica, a curly haired (which was a dark blonde to a light brown), brown eyed girl, Angela and Mike. A guy with blue eyes and blonde hair, who Jessica was obviously crushing on but with me around he didn't know I existed. I lifted my head to see a group of four walk in through the door. The first one was a girl, pale skin, black pixie hair cut, she was short and had pixie-like features, I could see her golden/brown eyes from this far and knew she was a vampire, the second was a guy with curly blonde hair and golden/brown eyes, another vampire. A blonde who looked like a supermodel, also a vampire, a dark haired guy built like a brick house, muscly, tall and also a vampire. Then walked in a fifth guy who had reddish/brown hair, pale skin, and golden/brown eyes, another vampire. They walked in together. "Who're they?" I asked no one in particular.

Jessica leaned closer. "That's the Culllen's," she said like it was a huge scandal. "They're Dr and Mrs Cullens foster kids, they moved here from Alaska a few years ago."

"They kind of keep to themselves," Angela said.

Jessica smiled. "Because they're all together. Like together together."

"Jessica they're not actually related," Angela said

"But they live together, it's weird," Jessica retorted. "So the dark haired girl; that's Alice and she's with Jasper; the blonde one who looks like he's in pain. The blonde girl; that's Rosalie and she's with Emmett; the dark haired guy. And that's Edward Cullen, he's totally gorgeous. Though he thinks no one here is good enough for him." She said the last bit like she held a grudge. "Dr Cullen is like this foster dad slash matchmaker!"

Angela grinned. "Maybe he'll adopt me."

Jessica rolled her eyes. And I kept looking at them as they sat on the far table, away from everyone and talked amongst themselves. Edward kept staring at me, I couldn't help but stare back into his eyes. He looked semi-frustrated but at the same time intrigued. The bell rang signalling the end of lunch.


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