Okay, so I was just writing random stuff down. And then it occurred to me that what would happen if Bella was the original vampire and Edward was the one who moved to Forks? How would the story be different based on their personality differences? Would Bella run away to Denali for a week? Would Edward fall in love with Bella as easily?? Etc...Read and find out!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Twilight unfortunatley...but a girl can dream!

High school sucks. Especially when you're a two-hundred-and-fifty year old vampire. I sat in the cafeteria, not touching the plate of food sitting in front of me. Alice sat beside me, on the right, and Emmett was on my left. Rosalie and Jasper sat motionless across from us. We sat in silence.

I picked up the bright, artificially green apple in front of me and removed the sticker from the side. I set the apple back down. I had nothing else to do for this horrifyingly long eight hour day of nothingness. School was oblivion, a place where I sat and did absolutely nothing. I didn't even bother to listen to the professors anymore. At least it was better than night. The night gets so predictable after two hundred years.

I looked up from my intent gaze on the green apple, to stare at Jasper. He was trying to restrain himself as a young girl with bright orange hair walked by our table, her scent wafting towards us. He clenched his fists hard, trying to concentrate. Alice touched his shoulder gently. Jasper relaxed.

I watched the cafeteria entrance when a new scent entered the room that I had never smelled before. The new boy walked to a lunch table with Mike Newton and Tyler. He had the strangest color of hair, almost bronze-like, and startlingly green eyes, bright, but with depth at the same time. As he sat down, his scent took me aback. It was the most amazing thing I had ever smelled; I could feel the bone-dry thirst in myself. I could feel my body yearning to touch him, to feel him, to kiss him, to smell him…to bite him…

He smelled almost…spicy. It was very strange, yet refreshing at the same time. It was the farthest scent from Mexican spices though. It was almost like cinnamon…and ginger. His scent was the most unique I had ever smelled in my life. I continued to stare at him, almost glaringly. He peeked over at me and we locked eyes for a second, but it seemed like a millennia. I could see the fear, the horror, and the amazement behind his eyes as he stared at me. He then looked away quickly and returned to picking at his food, innocently. I wondered what he was thinking. I wished I had that power. Instead, I had the power to create shields around others' minds. When I was still human, I was a very private and introverted person. I carried this with me to my next life. Or death. Or…whatever the hell we are.

The boy peeked at me again, this time looking at our whole table. I saw his eyes go through each face, noticing the white-pale and completely clear complexions, the perfect body proportions, and our golden and smoldering eyes. He stared at me again and whispered something to Mike Newton. I hated Mike Newton. He really got on my nerves, ever since he asked me out like thirty times. I lost count at twenty-one.

As the lunch period ended, I saw the boy get up from the table quickly and almost run out of the cafeteria. His scent was so easily followed, I could smell which steps he'd taken, which turns he'd made. It was almost…easy. I could hunt him down so easily. There was just one problem. Esme.

Esme was my adopted mother – my inspiration and my parental figure. I loved her more than anyone and she was what got me through my next classes. My second to last class was Biology. I sat at the table when the boy with bronze hair ran into the room, very flustered. He looked at the teacher and Mr. Banner pointed to the only open seat in the room, the one next to me. Crap.



Humans naturally shied away from us, repelled by our awkwardness and our status on the fringe of their society. Once they overlooked our beauty, they were naturally afraid of us and kept to themselves around our family. That was probably a good thing. Vampires, even our family, sworn to never thirsting upon humans and settling for animals, still have a limit on what they can and can't handle. This new boy was my limit.

As he sat down, his scent washed through me again, startling me and horrifying me. I sat on the edge of my chair, my legs crossed firmly in my designer jeans, and my hands gripping the side of the table, my ruby-red nails shining in contrast against the pale color of my skin.

The boy snuck a peek at me again, blinked, and then put his eyes down to his notes. I continued to stare at him when Mr. Banner dimmed the lights for the movie I was going to have to endure for the next fifty minutes.

When the bell finally rang, I ran out of the classroom, as fast as I could go. I heard the crystal-clear ruffles of the boy's papers behind me as I left in my huff. I ran so fast, out of the school doors and into the forest. I let my long brown hair fly freely behind me, getting soaked and tangled in the rain and twigs of the forest. I could hear Alice following behind me. I stopped abruptly, my new three-hundred dollar Steve Martin Stilettos covered in mud from top to bottom. Dammit.

Alice stopped beside me and turned to face me. She looked at my ruined shoes, seemingly disappointed, and then up to my eyes.

"What is it?" Alice asked, cautious of upsetting me more than I already was.

"Nothing," I replied.

Alice closed her eyes, concentrating hard. Then, a second later, she reopened her eyes and stared at me, looking at me, amused and afraid at the same time.

"Ah." She said simply.

"I don't understand!" I moaned quietly. "This has never happened to me before. He's just a new boy. I don't even know who he is."

"It's okay," she said, soothing me and reaching for my arm. I pulled it back quickly, recoiling from her act of kindness. Alice grabbed me anyways, pulling me in for a tight hug. We were close, Alice and I. We both had extra powers, we both didn't have much of a past. All I can remember from my past was the ugly dresses I was forced into. Human memories fade. Especially after two hundred and fifty years.

I also remember my last moments of life. As a newborn, I had struggled to hold onto them in the beginning. I remember nothing of the change. Even as a human, I had a talent for blocking painful memories. I remember the French revolution. My brother was shot and dying. At first, I was hiding in a 

storage room, but when I heard him scream I ran out onto the battle field. I was losing him, he had been shot right in the chest. He had only a few moments to live. I remember his last words so clearly…

"Get out of here, Bella!" he gasped at me, begging me to leave him to die.

"No," I said, tears swelling in my eyes and running down my face. "I can't just leave you…you are the most important thing to me!"

"Bella, you're going to get hurt!" He yelled at me. I desperately tried to drag his body off the field, but the other men were still shooting – at my brother and I. One bullet grazed my leg, leaving a scrape. I cried out in pain.

"Bella," my brother gasped again, "leave me now!"

"I can't!" I continued to drag my brother's body across the battlefield when I was hit by another bullet in the shoulder. This time, I screamed.

My brother began to speak, in disjointed whispers, "Bella…I love…yo–" he stopped breathing.

"No!" I screamed as loud as I could. I ran off the battlefield, tears running down my face. But then the pain in my shoulder became too much, and when it did, I gave up on running. I collapsed into the dirt ground, having trouble thinking. Everything was a blur. I felt the blood running from my shoulder all over me.

Then a man stood over me. He gasped and grabbed me up. Then, he started to run. Carlisle took me back to his residence, where he tried to do everything he could do to save my life. After he had tried everything he could think of, he knew there was only one option…

"I'm going to see Esme," I said. Alice just nodded. I ran off through the woods, leaves rustling behind me. I could hear Alice still standing in the same spot. She finally left and ran off back to the torture that is called high school.