Hello reader, I hope you enjoy this story. It's my first fanfic, and I am confident that I won't disappoint. That said, I do hope you find it worth your time to leave your thoughts in the comments. I was reluctant to spend my time on this, but the characters pushed me to do it, so I hope you validate my efforts by leaving feedback. Whew, okay, on with the show!

This story is set during a New Moon which Jacob does not imprint on Renesmee, just because I think he deserves something better than "chasing Bella, only to end up with her daughter".

Disclaimer: SM owns her things, and I own the blip that is Angel.

Chapter 1 – A Beautiful Collision

I tremble. They're gonna eat me alive...

Can you hear my heart keep beating like a hammer?

...my pulse, the pace is on a runaway train.

-"Help, I'm Alive", Metric

ANGEL

Shit! I had planned this out perfectly, but no matter how flawless my arrangements, my nerves would always kick in and reduce me to a hypersensitive freak with my brain on overdrive. I mean, it was just the first day of school, and sure, I was a newbie in a small town, but gawd, did they all have to stare?

Or maybe it's because they knew. They knew that I was an orphan – that I just fled from the most effed up living arrangement to come to Jonah's Tarshish: Forks.

Oh jeez, those social workers couldn't be that ignorant, could they? Would they have informed the entire town of my pathetic life story?

And what the hell was that white chick looking at? What was with the expression on her face?? Were Asians that uncommon around here? Or was it what I was wearing? No way, I did my research and picked this outfit out carefully; I should have been blending in perfectly. Was there something on my face?

Somehow, through my psychological evaluations of my social workers' behaviour and analysis of every face that was staring at me, I managed to walk normally to the school's office. The secretary was busy chatting up a storm with another staff member when she caught sight of me. She hastily finished her conversation and then addressed me.

"May I help you?"

I plastered a shy smile onto my face and approach her desk,

"Hi there, my name's Angel Fan."

Her eyebrows shot up in recognition.

Clearly my social workers kept the staff here very well informed,

"Oh yes, I have your file right...here!" She held out a folder after searching through the pile on her desk.

"It contains your schedule, as well as a map of the school."

I accepted the folder, and thanked her quickly before I made my escape from her inquisitive eyes.

One less person to explain my "desperate" situation to.

My social workers described my life as just that: desperate. There was always something that prevented foster families from letting me stay for too long. I went through exactly 8 families during my first 15 years. And every single one...things seemed to go well from the start, but by about the second year, something seemed to suddenly snap, and they'd always make that excuse that "they simply could no longer keep me and look out for my well being."

I tried, I always tried. For every family, I became everything that they valued most: obedient, intelligent, and sweet. I honestly don't know what it was. So I made arrangements with my social workers: I'd live in a group home until the minute that I turned 18. Then I would book it to a new town, and live on my own. And unfortunately, all the family hopping had kept me a year behind in school.

So here I was: 18 and entering my senior year in an insignificant town called Forks. Fuck my life? Sorta. But I just had to grind it out for a year, and then I could move on to bigger and better things, and chase my dream of becoming a surgeon.

Buuuut, it started here, with my first period class being biology. Fun.

JACOB

Bella's mangled body was on the table, and Edward was still trying to saturate every inch of her with his venom.

She was past dead, why didn't he get it?

I slowly turned away and walked through the door. It was as if the entire world had held its breath, and everything occurred at a two-bit rate. I shakily made it to the bottom of the stairs and sat, drowning in an ocean of self-inflicted pain.

Sam had been right; this was what I deserved for holding onto Bella when I knew she didn't love me...that she never loved me.

The weight of that knowledge left me hollowed out and empty.

I could smell blood, and it faintly registered that Rosalie was feeding the little monster. Jesus. What kind of fiend could have resulted from the combination of human and vampire DNA?

Again, Sam was right. This soulless creature had to be destroyed. An aberration like that couldn't be allowed to exist in this world. I stood up and purposefully made my way across to stand behind Rosalie. Just one blow, that was all it should take.

She was cooing at the bundle of mutation in her arms. I analyzed the best way to destroy both the evil blondie and the "Seed of Chucky". I trembled as the anger coursed through my veins, and coiled my legs, ready to spring-

and then the creature turned to look at me.

Warm brown chocolate eyes...Bella's eyes, were staring at me.

I froze.

The porcelain face looked quizzically at me...an instant reminder of Bella's questioning looks often thrown my way.

I couldn't move.

Rosalie turned and saw my tense body,

"What's the matter, Lassie?" Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she got up and protectively held the baby to her,

"Nothing." I managed to spit out, and then I wheeled around and bolted towards the front door.

What the fuck?!? Why couldn't I do it?

Because I'm a pathetic softie, that's why. Just as I got to the porch, I could hear it: a racing heartbeat...the rapid undulations of a changing heart.

Bella.

I couldn't go back, so I kept sprinting forward. Away, away from this house of horrors.

I couldn't phase-I couldn't let Seth or Leah know of my murderous thoughts, so I kept running in my human form.

And yet...now I classify my thoughts as murderous? Crazy, I thought to myself. One look from that creature could remind me so much of its human mother. Wait-she's becoming a vampire.

Oh fuck it.

I ran until I was sure that neither Seth nor Leah could hear me, then I phased and took off, frantic to be alone.

ANGEL

A month had passed, and things had gotten better. I was all unpacked; not that I had a lot of stuff anyway. My apartment was small, but it felt good to get into a routine again. The teachers all adored me, as did the students that had gotten to know me so far. What can I say? I'm a charmer. Or just pathetically pliable. Whatever. Whatever that got me through this mundane senior year. It was just one year; they would not have enough time to just turn on me like all those foster families did. It still bothered me. Was I just a mean bitch deep down that subconsciously showed up every two years? What the hell changed?

I shook my head to clear these thoughts as I finished washing my hands. I left the girls' bathroom and quietly slipped into my English class and took my seat beside Jordan. The teacher smiled my way and continued on her lecture about the dark themes in "A Portrait of Dorian Grey".

"Welcome back." Jordan whispered to me with a boyish grin. I smiled and nodded at him and turned my attention to the teacher. He was a cute one-Jordan. Just...I didn't have time to date. I wished he would get it. I had bigger fish to fry. I mean, on top of university and scholarship applications...I was just not looking to hook up anytime soon. It's not like I never got lonely-I did. There's just no gigolo service in the area. I mentally laughed at myself. Sadly, that was exactly what I needed.

A hot boy with no emotions to abuse, that could just cuddle with me and listen to me rant whenever I needed him to...that I could make disappear whenever I didn't need him.

English class ended as I still mulled over my single status. The teacher called me over, and I approached her, curious as to what she wanted. She handed me a small pile of papers: more scholarship applications. I listened to her rave on about my potential and what a great candidate I was as I smiled and nodded. I thanked her profusely for the opportunity and then made my way to my last period: gym class.

They started into basketball today-my favourite sport. I'm no MJ, but I could carry my own weight on the court. I was curious to see what these small towners had to offer...

The teacher split us into co-ed teams in a desperate attempt to get the girls to participate. The look of distaste on their faces was hilarious, but I encouraged them onto the court. They sighed and agreed to stand around and "try" whenever the ball got near them.

Yeah right, like I'd let that happen.

Jordan was on the opposing team, and winked at me as he headed for centre court for tip-off.

I was going to eat him alive.

To no one's surprise, the 6-foot giant on the other team grabbed the ball first and bee-lined a layup past the clueless girls. I stood back and watched the game for a few minutes, keeping up my girly facade, before I deemed the appropriate time to jump in and show them all up. I stuffed Jordan as he tried to pull a jump shot to my right, and grabbed the ball and made a breakaway down the court.

Money in the bank. Boo-yah! The girls all cheered as the guys ran back, bewildered at my sudden show of talent. Even the teacher chuckled. I smiled inwardly as I ran back on defense.

In the second half, I Velcroed myself to Jordan as he dribbled the ball up the court. I let him shoot, and then ran to the basket for the rebound. I jumped up, anticipating the ball...and then the 6-foot tree side checked me onto the gym floor. I landed ankle first, and crumpled. Gasps reverberated throughout the gym as everyone gathered around. The wind was knocked out of me. I lay face-down for a while, taking in rapid, shallow breaths as I mentally willed the pain to subside in my right ankle, as well as choking back the tears that threatened to form. I must have been giving them a heart attack by staying down for so long. But I couldn't cry...I couldn't show them my pain. Murmurs of concern surrounded me as the teacher placed his hand on my shoulder.

At last, my heart beat resumed its normal pace, and then I sat up cheerily,

"I'm okay, my ankle just hurts, that's all."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and humour crossed their faces as they realized that I wasn't crying.

The teacher aided me to my feet as the 6-foot tree apologized over and over. Poor guy-this is what happens when I try to show off to inexperienced players,

"Raymond, it's okay," I consoled him, "I'll be as right as rain in a few days, and then I'll come back and show you up. Just you wait." He smiled sheepishly and said,

"Yea, right."

By this point the teacher had led me out the doors and towards the staff parking lot.

"I'm taking you to the hospital." He explained. "You didn't fall down quite right-there could be something wrong with your ankle."

"Oh, okay. Thanks." I quietly replied as he placed me into the front passenger seat.

Weird.

I hadn't been in a car in a while. In fact, I had been walking everywhere for the past month now that I thought of it.

I sat in silence as the teacher went on about my awesome performance and how he'd give that Raymond a hard time for not picking on someone his own size and whatnot. Thankfully the hospital was not too far away, and he parked his Ford Focus and led me into the reception area. He left me there, asking if I could handle things on my own, and explaining how he had to get back to his students. I assured him that I was fine and that I understood. He still stopped by the nurse's station and left them with my name and situation.

The nurse came to attend to me with a warm smile and led me to sit in the doctor's office,

"Dr. Cullen will be right with you," She assured me, and then closed the door, leaving me to sit and wallow in the result of my stupidity during the day. My ankle still throbbed, and I could already sense it starting to swell. I sighed and leaned my head back on the wall. I never should have tried to be my best on the court. Look where it got me! Stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

The door opened and I turned my head to look at the most heavenly face on earth. My eyes widened in amazement.

The next one will be up within the next week! Please leave me any comments, quibbles, or queries!