A/N: Hey guys! It's me again! Well, who else would it be? :D

I told you in the last chapter of 'Ghosts and Ghoulies' that I was writing a new story. And now I present...(dramatic drumroll)...'In Another Life'! This story is quite different from my other stories, in many aspects. I will only reveal that this story is more mature, and contains swearing, sex and the odd bit of violence. That's why it's rated M! Anyway, I have put my heart and soul into this story, and I love it to bits. I hope that you do, too.

Before I start, I would like to dedicate this chapter to my best friend Charlotte. She's probably never going to read this (she always 'forgets' or 'doesn't have the time'), but I still love her. Also, she is the creator of 'sex with lemons' (I'll explain at the end), and she always makes me laugh. I.L.Y.L.L.J.T! xoxoxo

Also, love and Carlisle hugs to Michelle, who is the most awesomest person ever. Even though you live across the giant pond that is the North Pacific Ocean, I still love you. xoxo

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters. They all belong to the fabulous Stephenie Meyer.

In Another Life

Chapter One – Unfamiliar Places, Familiar Expressions On Faces

"Violette! Over here!"

I looked up at the sound of my name being called.

William was waving frantically at me, signalling for me to come and sit with him.

I picked up my tray of food – a bottle of water and a tuna sandwich – and marched over to him.

Although I was only walking across the cafeteria, I could feel every pair of eyes on me. Well, every pair but one.

As I sat next to William, Benedict kept his eyes on the fake wood grain of the table, his fingers picking at the pizza slice on his tray.

I sighed and leant on William, who wrapped an arm around me and kissed my hair.

"Don't worry," he whispered in my ear. "They'll stop staring soon enough."

"I hope so," I sighed, as he nuzzled my neck. It was incredibly distracting, and I had to remind myself that I was in a busy lunch room full of teenagers and teachers.

"They never stop staring, Will." Benedict had turned his glare from the table top to William. "You should know that by now."

William rolled his eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Pessimist."

Benedict saluted him before going back to ignoring us.

"Stop being a dickhead, Ben," I muttered. I hated it when they fought, especially when Arthur wasn't around to sort them out. I wasn't brave enough to bang their heads together like he did – if I did, I would get a mouthful of curses from Benedict, and a hurt expression from William that broke my heart.

Benedict raised his eyebrows at me and his mouth curved into a mocking smile. "Sorry, dearest sister of mine."

William shot him a dark look and muttered something to him quietly, so that I wouldn't hear it.

I sighed at Benedict's childishness as he raised a finger at William and then went back to pretending that we were thin air.

"Look, we're all over one hundred and fifty years old, here," I chided. "Could we all just behave until we get home? Please?"

William answered yes by giving me a quick kiss.

I cleared my throat as I stared at Benedict, waiting for an answer.

Benedict stared back, one eyebrow raised, but finally gave in by muttering, "Fine," under his breath.

I smiled, feeling quite pleased with myself. William usually did what I wanted, but Benedict was another story.

I glanced around the cafeteria again, and still, every eye was focused on us: the new kids in town.

"So, who's going to kill Arthur and Mercy for this fucking brilliant idea when we get home?" Benedict mused.

I cringed into William's chest as a hawk-eyed teacher strolled past, her gaze lingering on us one by one. "I don't care, but they are so bloody dead."

William rubbed my arm reassuringly. "Cheer up, Vi. Only a few hours left, and then we can run away."

"Can't we just ditch for the rest of the day?" I was getting desperate. The unwelcome attention was starting to get to me.

"That's not a bad idea," Benedict piped up, cheered by the thought.

William scowled at both of us. "Come on, guys. It's our first day, so we can't really ditch. I'll tell you what though; I can't wait to get out of this crappy uniform." He tugged at the tie that was already halfway down his chest. "One very bad thing about England is the school uniform."

I had to agree with him there. Moving from Seattle, Washington, to the suburbs of Manchester, England, was an incredibly large leap. One of the disadvantages of England was that most schools had a uniform. The uniform for the Sixth Form here at St. Edmund's Grammar School was a black blazer with the school logo on the chest pocket; a black, red and white striped tie; and either black trousers for the boys, or a black, red and white plaid skirt for the girls. It was a huge change from wearing our own clothes to school.

I noticed that Benedict was pulling at his shirt collar, even though he had the top two buttons undone.

I shook my head to myself. I was perfectly fine with wearing the uniform, but only because I had the shirt un-tucked, my top three buttons undone, and my tie so loose that I was surprised that it hadn't come undone yet. My blazer had also found a nice new home in the bottom of my school bag.

At that moment, the warning bell rang shrilly, signalling for everyone to start to head to lessons.

I hopped up out of my seat and grabbed my tray and my bag. I was about to go and put my tray away and go to my fourth period lesson, when I felt a hand grip my elbow.

"And where do you think you're going without a goodbye kiss?"

I grinned and turned around to face William, who had an eyebrow raised.

I glanced back at the table and noticed that Benedict had already slunk off somewhere. To be honest, I didn't really care with the way he was acting at the moment.

I dragged William with me as I took my tray to the counter. As I stacked my tray with the others, two strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind me, pulling me against a marble chest.

"I don't think that the teachers will appreciate it if you start feeling me up in the cafeteria, Will," I mumbled as he ran his hands over my stomach and pressed his lips to my neck.

"Stuff the teachers," he murmured against my skin. "I miss you."

I sighed and with much regret, pushed his hands away. "I'm sorry, honey, but we need to get to class." I turned around and stood on my tiptoes so I could whisper in his ear. "Later. I promise."

I pulled away, and shivered as I spotted the wicked glint in William's golden eyes.

"Fine," he said. "But when later comes, I get what I want. Whatever I want."

Oh, crap. Crap, crap, crap.

I smirked, though my stomach was full of butterflies. "That's fine by me."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. William complied more than willingly and pulled me against him even tighter than before. I sighed as he ran his tongue along my bottom lip and I moved my hands into his silky brown hair, running them through it. William's hands moved as well, sliding down the small of my back before resting on my ass. I parted my lips slightly and bit down gently on his bottom lip, making him moan softly.

Reluctantly, I pulled away after a minute and smiled as I noticed something that might be a problem for William.

I gave him a quick peck and picked my bag up from the floor. "See you later, babe!" I sang as I ran towards the music department. "You might want to take care of your little problem before you go to class!"

I laughed as I heard William mutter, "Shit," and shuffle off somewhere to 'calm down'

"Violette Carter?"

I slunk down into my seat as Miss Reading called out my name, giving the already staring students an actual reason to look at me.

"Yes, miss," I mumbled.

Miss Reading smiled at me, but carried on taking the register.

I was glad that the people in the room found me slightly creepy, but, judging from the looks on the guys' faces as they stared at me, that wasn't all they found me. The girls were staring, too, but their faces were either awestruck or so jealous that they should be a dark jade in colour.

Miss Reading finished taking the register and smiled. "Well, as you all know, we have a new student in our music class. I hope that all of you will be welcoming to Violette and treat her with respect and dignity." I waved sheepishly as everyone gawked at me. "Violette, would you like to come up here and introduce yourself?"

I had a feeling that it was an order, not a request.

I grudgingly rose from my seat and walked towards the teacher's desk quickly, wanting to get this over and done with.

Whispers followed me as I approached the desk: Girls bitched about me and complimented me on whatever part they found nice. The guy's murmurs were less than gentlemanly; I would have to tell William when I saw him later.

I stood in front of the desk and took a deep breath. My throat burned and venom flooded my mouth. "What would you like to know?" I asked Miss Reading, swallowing the noxious liquid.

She smiled, but wouldn't meet my eyes. "Um…if you just tell us about whatever you feel is necessary."

I sighed and looked at the class, trying to remember the cover story for this time around. "My full name is Violette Genevieve Carter and I was born in London. I moved to Seattle, Washington when I was two, with my parents and my adoptive brothers. As you probably guessed, we moved here about three weeks ago, just before the Christmas holidays. I'm sixteen years old," I looked around the room and quickly added an afterthought, "and currently in a serious relationship."

All the boys in the class looked incredibly disappointed when I mentioned the last bit.

I looked at Miss Reading, who smiled again, but still wouldn't look me in the eye.

"Thank you, Violette. Now, does anyone have any questions for her?"

A few hands went up. I guessed that everyone else was too intimidated by me.

Miss Reading pointed at a blonde girl who was wearing glasses. "Yes, Chelsea?"

Chelsea smiled nervously at me. "Um…what's it like in Seattle? I heard that it rains there more than it does here."

"Well…um…it certainly is wet there," I answered. "But it's not really that different from here. People just drive on the other side of the road and have a different accent. Oh, and people drink a lot more coffee. Tea seems to be the main choice here."

Chelsea gave me a tiny smile and then looked down at the table.

The next student – a guy with dyed black hair and a lip ring that was certainly against the school dress code – asked me something that I did not expect: "Are you a natural red head or is it dyed?"

"It's natural. The curls and waves are, too."

He nodded at me, looking satisfied with the answer I had given him to his unusual inquiry.

I wrote that one off as gay and prepared myself for the next question.

A girl with frizzy black hair asked me, "How is your name spelt?"

"V-i-o-l-e-t-t-e," I recited. The unusual spelling of my name annoyed me.

Miss Reading pointed at a brunette girl whose face was orange with the amount of foundation she was wearing. "Yes, Amanda?"

Amanda popped her gum and looked at me curiously. "So, if you're in a serious relationship, who's your boyfriend?"

I bit my lip. "I'd rather not talk about that; thanks."

Amanda raised an eyebrow at me. "I'm guessing that it's that guy who you were sitting with at lunch. Don't deny it 'cause I saw him kiss you."

Damn.

"Amanda,…" Miss Reading warned.

"Um…okay, fine. He's my boyfriend." I bit my lip harder than before.

Amanda looked smug. "But isn't he your brother?"

Gasps and mutters coursed around the classroom.

Great.

"Adoptive brother," I informed her. "There are no blood ties between us."

Well done, Violette. Keep your mouth shut from now on.

Since there were no more questions for me, I gladly went back to my seat at the back of the classroom.

The girl sitting next to me stared at me relentlessly for the rest of the lesson, but I ignored her and concentrated on writing my notes on the Baroque period.

I was insanely happy when the bell rang for break.

I stuffed my books into my bag and darted out of the room, trying to find somewhere where I could hide for the rest of the day.

"Violette!"

I was about to take a right turn into another corridor when I heard William's voice from behind me.

I skidded to a halt, my shoes squeaking on the linoleum floor, and waited as William ran to catch up with me. He looked concerned.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he reached me. "I was upstairs in the rooms above you and I heard the Q&A session."

"I'm fine." I brushed some of his messy brown hair out of his eyes. "I just don't like talking in front of people like that."

William wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. "I know, sweetheart, I know. And, by the way, I don't care about what other people think about us. I love you, and no one can change that, especially not some petty kids."

I laughed. "Good, because I might have some competition. Most of the girls here are aiming to split us up by half term break and keep you for themselves."

William chuckled and pulled me closer for a second, but then he let go of me and took my hand.

I gave him a puzzled look and he laughed again.

"Benedict's coming," he explained. "I can hear his stomping from here."

I giggled and pushed him against the wall so I could lean on him. Benedict could take that much.

True to William's word, Benedict stormed around the corner a minute later.

"Well, well, well," William teased as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Look who's in an exceptionally bad mood. Oh, wait. There's nothing new there."

Benedict grimaced at him. "I've had every single popular air head in this school throw themselves at me in the space of four hours. And all because someone let slip that I was single."

William laughed. "I was doing you a favour, mate. It's about time you found someone."

"I'd rather that I found someone on my terms, thank you very much," Benedict snapped.

"Will!" I gasped. "You didn't really do that, did you?"

William shrugged. "At least I tried to help him."

I smacked his arm. "That was mean, though. Let Benedict do it his way. It is someone he wants for life, not just for a one night stand."

Benedict smiled at me. "Thank you, Violette. At least someone around here respects me."

Just as he said that, two girls sauntered past, swaying their hips in what they must of thought was a sexy way. They purred, "Hey, Benedict. Hi, William," before bursting into fits of giggles and running off.

I blinked and stared after them. "What the hell was that?" I croaked.

"I believe that was women charm at its worst." William sounded amused, at least. Then I felt his breath at my ear and he murmured, "At least you don't have to try to be sexy."

I rolled my eyes at him. "That had to be the cheesiest line I have ever heard you say, Will. I'm shocked."

William grinned. "It was worth a try."

Benedict sighed heavily as I kissed William. "Violette, William, please. We're standing in a busy corridor, and I don't think that the teacher over there appreciates two students making out in public."

I broke away from William to look in the direction Benedict was pointing in.

Sure enough, Mr. Thomas – my math teacher, who I hated already because he had assigned me homework on my first day – was standing by some lockers in the corridor, arms folded and an eyebrow raised at us.

I waved at him and yelled, "Sorry, sir!" just as William shouted, "My apologies, Mr. Thomas!"

Benedict snickered and started to walk off, yelling, "I'll see you at half three!" behind him.

I sighed and picked up my bag. "I might as well head off, too. I have a free study period now, so I have to find the Sixth Form study rooms."

William pouted at me. "I'm hurt, Violette. Do you really need to get away from me that badly?"

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Will, I'd do anything to stay with you, but I really need to find the study rooms. If you stayed with me, it would not only make me happy, but it would keep away all the other guys. Have you heard what most of them are saying about me?"

William's eyes narrowed. "Yes, I'm afraid to say that I have. And most of them would be dead if I could have my way."

I kissed his neck. "Relax, Will. No one here is going to take me away from you." I glanced at the clock on the wall opposite and sighed. "I really have to go."

William grinned. "Well, I had a free study period earlier, and my room isn't far from there, so I'll walk you."

I beamed at him. "Thanks. I'd like that."

Every student gawked at us as we walked down the maze of corridors that lead to the study rooms, our hands linked and our heads together.

I noticed my eyes as I walked past a window. My normally topaz eyes were already starting to fade to a brownish colour, and I could see a thin ring of black around the outside of the irises.

I was slightly worried, as I had only hunted about two days ago. Was being around humans all the time causing me to become thirstier quicker than before?

William noticed my worried expression and squeezed my hand. "What's wrong?"

"My eyes," I whispered. "They're already fading to black."

William turned my head towards him and studied my face for a moment. "Hmm. And the shadows under your eyes are becoming clearer, too." He thought for a minute and then smiled at me. "If you're that worried, we'll go hunting when we get home."

I smiled and nodded.

William pulled me a stop outside of a room with big double doors. "Well, this is the study room." He brushed some of my hair behind my ear. "I guess I'll see you later, then."

I nodded and stood on my tiptoes to give him a goodbye peck.

William brushed his lips against mine lightly, and then moved his mouth to my ear. "So I was thinking about 'later' in fourth period."

I giggled. "Yes?"

He leered at me. "And I was thinking about taking a look in that Karma Sutra book Emmett Cullen sent me last Christmas. There's a few new positions I want to try."

And with that, he snuck in another quick kiss and bounded off down the corridor yelling, "Bye, Violette!" as he left.

The students walking past stopped and stared at me as I slipped into the study room. I found a nice secluded corner behind the bookcases and tried to calm myself down, as I was suddenly feeling incredibly flustered.

Songs for this chapter:
In Another Life - Madina Lake
Just Dance - Lady GaGa
Everyday Combat - Lostprophets
Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows) - Fall Out Boy

I may have said it was more mature, but my sense of humour is still there. I really hope that you like it. I spent ages developing these characters, and I stayed up until about three in the morning most nights so I could write.

Okay, so I bet that you're all curious about the 'sex with lemons' thing. Well you see, I told Charlotte about this story and said that it had sex in.

Charlotte: "Sex? You don't normally have sex in your stories."
Me: "I know, so I rated it a M for lemons."
Charlotte: "Lemons? WTF?"
Me: "Yeah, just like there's smut and fluff. Sex is lemons"
Charlotte (obviously mishearing me): "Sex with lemons?! OMD, Hannah, you're mad."
Me: - falls off chair in laughter -

I explained it to her after I stopped laughing. We then both had a laughter fit for ten minutes, only managing to stop when a teacher walking by gave us weird looks. Lol. I do love my Charlotte.

Okay, so I really would like some reviews of your opinions on this story. If you read this, please review! PLEASE?! You get a cookie shaped like Edward if you do. Go on. Please?! - puppy dog eyes -

Lots of love and Cullen hugs!

Hannah x