In the Hands of Fate
I do not own the Twilight Saga or any other work by Stephenie Meyer. I do enjoy writing though
A murder, a vampire and his family on the run, a werewolf who will go to the ends of the world to revenge it, and a young woman who cannot stop going to Shedd Aquarium on the full moon of the summer months. Does fate connect them all? Rated M to be safe
Summary: Elizabeth Frost left for Forks to find out about her father's past, but fate had other plans for her. Thinking that she would never see another vampire again, she walked into Forks High School with confidence that she would learn more about why she could transform into a wolf. The only thing she learned; Jasper had a mean thirst for blood. Everybody at home now believes she is dead. Jasper Cullen didn't mean to bite Elizabeth Frost, but the need was too great. Her blood sang to him, and he took the bait. That choice cost his family their lives in Forks. While the La Push Pack hunts them, they make a run for the one place they think nobody will look. In small town Willsboro, Indiana, Isabella Swan is adjusting to life in a small town with her mother. Every month in the summer during the day of the full moon, she goes to Shedd Aquarium in Chicago. She doesn't know why she feels the need to go. It must be important. Rated M just to be safe, I tend use profanity in my stories, that and I don't know how much violence this might have.
Prologue- Elizabeth's POV
I walked into my English class just as the bell rang and handed Mr. Hancock the slip of paper that the office had given me for him to sign. Strangely, this part of my life seemed almost like a routine. My father was in the military, and when he wasn't overseas, he was moving me across the whole continental United States. Within the span of eleven years- kindergarten wasn't included- I had gone to over a grand total of forty schools –give or take a few, I had lost count past ten so it is only a guesstimate-.
I had even lived in Alaska for a little while; Hank realized that I didn't like being there the hard way when I came down sick with cabin fever. I was not one of those kids that coped well with the cold, or being woken up at four in the morning because the sun was up. There were a lot of things I hadn't liked about Alaska, but now, if I had been given the chance now, I would have gladly said "Yes Dad, we can live in Alaska". Alaska looked like a good plan B if anything went wrong here in Forks.
Mr. Hancock told me where to sit, and to my surprise, he didn't make me introduce myself to the entire class. I sighed in relief as I sat down and opened my note book. I enjoyed literature more than any other subject in school, but when Mr. Hancock handed me a book over the play Julius Caesar, I almost groaned. I didn't care much for anything that involved the words "Tragedy" and "Shakespeare" in the same sentence anymore. Everybody died… which depressed me even more than I already was, and trust me, I was really depressed.
"The Tragedy of Julius Caesar is not about Caesar, but about his friend, Brutus." Mr. Hancock droned on in his dull voice. I had already read the play last year when I lived in Indiana. It wasn't much different than what my teacher had said when we first started reading it in my sophomore year. I was scribbling a doodle on my note book when the teacher called my name. I looked up at him with dull eyes.
"Can you repeat the question Mr. Hancock?" I asked in a slightly bored tone.
"What is the play about Ms. Frost." His tone of voice made me realize he must have called my name a couple of times before he had pulled me out of my stupor. The question was easy enough though.
"The play is about many things Mr. Hancock." I began, choosing my words carefully to make sure I didn't talk too fast. "It is about human nature, but that is one of the things Shakespeare was known for writing about, so that is too broad of a term. It is about friendship, between Caesar and Brutus, as well as between Brutus and his brother-in-law Cassius, but the play is also about conspiracy and what a man will do for honor." I sat back in my chair and waited for Mr. Hancock's response.
The older English teacher walked over to me. I looked up, the smug expression on my face was now gone, yet again, I was positive he hadn't seen the look on my face to begin with. He looked down at my paper. "I see you aren't taking notes, why is that Elizabeth?"
"I have a notebook at home that has plenty of stuff on this play if you want me to go get it." I said simply.
"Have you already read this play Ms. Frost?"
I nodded. "I was in an advanced class for English last year." I responded.
Mr. Hancock pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. "Try to pay attention anyway Ms. Frost. We'll see how much of this play you really know later on in this year." He then returned to the front of the classroom.
This was going to be a long semester.
The rest of the period was spent discussing words Shakespeare used during the time period as well as his way of writing. I was ready for my next period class when the time came for us students to leave. I wasn't as lucky though.
"Elizabeth, will you please come here." Mr. Hancock called as I got up to leave. I slowly walked over to his desk and looked at him. "What grade are you in?"
The question took me off balance. I looked at him and waited for him to say something. He didn't. "I'm a junior Mr. Hancock."
"You should go to the office. I think they put you in the wrong class. Yes, this is a junior class." He said before I could ask him if they put me in a sophomore class. "But, you may do better in a different English class."
"Okay Mr. Hancock. I'll go talk to the office now." I walked slowly out of the classroom towards the office. I felt sick to my stomach, and just as I walked into the office, I saw them. Vampires
Unlike most people, I wasn't blind to those who walked in the shadows, those who were rarely touched by the sun. If Gerard had never bit me back in September of last year, I wouldn't have thought much about vampires that went to school, but he did, so I wasn't going to fool myself. These animals were dangerous. I felt my heart skip a few beats. Suddenly the quiet buzz of the thoughts of everybody seemed too loud for me to stand, and I felt woozy. I sneezed and then realized what was going wrong.
My number was definitely up back in Indiana, everything past that was just to prove that I should've been dead over a year ago. I gulped for air and made a run for it as the group of four vampires advanced on me.
AN: It's a little short, and it's my first twilight fanfic so I'm still working out the kinks. Please bare with me and tell me if anything is wrong. I'm going to try not to go OOC but I have no promises because my characters take on a life of their own after the first few chapters. As always, I love reading my readers reviews and I look forward to seeing what everybody thinks. Till then, Talicka