A/N: Based off the song Gypsy Woman by Hilary Duff. Hope you enjoy! They are Spanish, just so you know. It's going to be in English and Spanish. All Spanish is thanks to Google Translator...lol

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, that is Stephanie Meyer's work. :)

Gypsy Woman

Chapter one:

Gypsy camp

BPOV

"Bella?" Mamá called, "Bella, ven aquí!" (Come here)

"Próximos, Mamá!" (Coming, Mom!) I called back to her.

I'm told to always speak Spanish around the others in the camp. Only when we're alone can we speak English. I don't know why. That's just how it's been since I was about two.

I ran out the door of the little tent I shared with my mom and over to the little campfire a few of the others had going.

"Encuéntrame en la tienda en media hora." (Meet me in the tent in half an hour) She she told me quietly.

"Si." (Yes.) My tone was questioning.

"Go put on Grandmamá's dancing outfit. Quickly." She hissed so that only I heard her. I gasped.

Mom rarely let me see it, and NEVER let me touch it. "Si..." I nodded and stood up quickly, running back to the tent.

I pulled out the silk carrier bag it was folded neatly into, carefully pulling out the soft, silky shirt and skirt after.

It was such a fine silk, it almost felt like it wasn't there.

The shirt was a midnight blue that held tight to my torso, but flared out just above my hips. The sleeves were three-quarter length. Tight on my arms, flaring out at the elbow.

The skirt was tight in only the waist. Just to hold it on my hips. It just brushed the tops of my feet. It was the same color as the shirt.

I gently pulled on a pair of dark, hide-brown, soft leather boots that went to just below my knees.

I slipped in between the sleeping-bag-bed and our bag of clothes and slid my hand beneath the sleeping bags to grip another silk bag. It carried a belt of silver coins that draped from the belt and hung down. On the left side the coins fell about an inch higher than the hem of the skirt. On the right side, the coins stopped mid-thigh.

There was also some coins to attach to the shirt too. There were two small loops on the sleeves about an inch across to clip on a duo of coins from each loop. There was a belt of coins that tied beneath the bust that was like the one on my hips, except opposite. On the right side they stopped a n inch before the belt on my hips starts and on the left side it only went down to the bottom of my ribcage.

The coins themselves on the thin, gold chains had about two inches between coins.

Even with all the coins on the outfit, it was light. The coins were removable in case we needed to be quiet. It was soft and loose so it could be tied out of the way. Yet still alluring and added to the effect of our dancing. Perfect for my kind.

What are we? What am I? What are my people?

Many names do we have. Some call us thieves. Some call us teases. Also many other names. But most call us one thing.

Gitanos. (Spanish)

Zingari. (Italian)

Ciganëve. (Albanian)

Or simply...Gypsies.

A/N: So there you have it. Chapter one. All the translations are from Google, so if they aren't right...well I'm sorry. But I don't speak ANY of these languages so I'm going by Google. Reviews are the best :)