Isabella Pierce

Isabella's Pov

Finally Edward was gone! I couldn't stand him breathing down my neck anymore, I swear I was about two seconds away from ripping his head off, he was so annoying, and trust me, I know annoying. He treated me like I was glass; you should have seen the way he looked at me when he left, like I was going to go all catatonic just because he was leaving. Please, how pathetic does he think I am? I am going to miss the rest of the Cullen's though, they were pretty cool but all good things most come to an end, maybe one day I can track them down. But for right now I have more important things to do, like tracking down my bitch of a sister, Katerina, God knows what trouble she's gotten herself or, more likely, others into now. I swear that girl is more of a trouble magnet then I am, and that is saying something. Wait, I'm being rude, here I am rambling on about myself and you don't even know who I am… or at least who I really am. You see, I am not Isabella Swan, the shy, clumsy, seventeen years old human.

My name is actually Ilia Mae Petrova and I'm the exact opposite of Isabella Swan in almost every way. For one, I'm actually a great liar, a trait my sister and I have in common, although the similarities end right about there, after that we differ on everything from personalities to morals, even looks. We're not even the same species, she's a vampire and I'm a hybrid, although not the kind your thinking of, I'm not like Klaus, I'm half vampire-half witch, the only one of my kind… thank god. Don't get me wrong, I love who I am but even I know I'm a handful, can you more than one of my kind… the horror. So now that I've got you all caught up, we can continue with the story… unless anyone has questions? No? Okay then, let's continue. I walked into the house, following the sounds of the TV to the living room where I found Charlie sitting on the couch, shouting at the TV in a rage, and I rolled my eyes in exasperation. Dogs, honestly. What? What's with the confusion? Didn't I tell you that Charlie's a werewolf? No? Oh… my bad? I walked over, shutting the TV off before sitting down gracefully, watching in amusement as Charlie looked over at me, pouting. Honestly, he's a grown ass man for god sakes and he's pouting at me because turned off his wittle TV. Pathetic.

"Isa, what did you do that for?" Charlie whined… he… whined. He freaking whined! First pouting, and then whining, what's next? Is he going to ask me to change his diaper? Mutts.

"The Cullen's left, so I have nothing to entertain me anymore. So, I thought maybe I should go back to Mystic Falls, that place had never failed to entertain me. I just thought it would be courteous to tell you before I left." I told him, letting my accent shine through

"Courteous? God, could you sound anymore snobbish, Isa?" Charlie asked, mockingly, rolling his eyes

"It's called being polite, mutt. Although, I should have known you wouldn't appreciate it, you savage dog." I hissed, sneering at him with him replying in kind before we both broke out laughing.

"I'm going to miss this witty banter of ours, Isa. Be careful, I would really hate for something to happen to you… you little freak of nature."

"I will be… you flee infested mongrel." I shot back, both of us smiling sadly at each other. "Well, I better get packed up." I added, excusing myself from the emotional situation before fleeing upstairs and into my room, reaching under my bed, grabbing my suitcase filled with my actual clothing. As Charlie so kindly pointed out, I'm a bit of a snob, there's no way in hell I would wear that cheap crap, I have very expensive taste, great taste, thank you very much. I stood in front of my mirror, smiling excitedly and slowly let the glamour fade, watching at that pin straight, dull brown turned into my usual beautiful curly dirty blonde hair and laughing joyfully as I finally saw my gorgeous green eyes staring back at me after so many months of having to see that awful muddy brown color. Cringing slightly as I grew about two inches, I turned back to my suitcase, pulling out a dark green sweater dress and tugged it on before zipping up a pair of black ankle boots, looking in the mirror; I smiled at my reflection, noticing my defined cheekbones, arched eyebrows and plumb lips, I whispered, "It's nice to be back." I slipped on my leather jacket, grabbing my suitcase and keys, I flashed downstairs, opening the door I yelled over my shoulder, "Goodbye, mutt!"

"Goodbye, bloodsucker!"

I opened the garage door to see my black Chevy Impala, sliding into it; I blasted Back in Black before pulling out and hitting the road. I couldn't wait to see Stefan again!

This was going to be so much fun.

Mystic Falls here I come.


I do not own The Vampire Diaries or Twilight.

Xxx Dark Goddess2000 Xxx