Summary: Bella's got a secret of her own when she goes to Forks High school. She has always been great at keeping her secret. Until she meets another with a secret. Will she give up hers just to learn his? Will he accept her when he finds out? How could it possibly work out between the Biotech and the Vampire?

Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story. Not even most of the plot. All credit goes to Stephanie and the owner(s) of Transformers.

AN: So I was reading Twilight over again while still on a Transformers high. This is their resulting love child.

1 First Sight

My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. The temperature gauge on my display told me it was seventy-five degrees out. Outside, the sky above Phoenix was a perfect, cloudless blue. I wore my favorite shirt- sleeveless, black eyelet lace; I wore it as a farewell gesture. My carry on item was a parka.

In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. My mother left Forks with me when I had been only a few months old. Though I had spent every summer there until I was fourteen.

It was to Forks that I now exiled myself- an action I took with great horror. I detested Forks.

"Bella," my mother said to me before I got on the plane. "You don't have to do this."

"I want to go." I lied.

"Tell Charlie I said hi."

"I will." I could feel her fear through the link, just as I knew she could feel mine." Don't worry about me," I urged. "Everything will be fine. I love you, Mom."

She hugged me tightly for a minute, and then I got on the plane, and she was gone. Although we could still talk on the private comm. Link, we tried to reserve it for emergencies only.

It was a long flight on two planes and I was happy to get off in Port Angeles. When the plan landed Charlie was waiting for me with the cruiser. Charlie was known as Police Chief Swan to the good people of Forks.

He gave me an awkward one-armed hug as I stepped off the plane. "It's good to see you again Bells." He was smiling.

"It's good to see you to Dad." I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie to his face.

We fit my entire luggage into the trunk of the cruiser easily. Then we stepped into the car. "I found a good car for you, really cheap," he announced pulling into traffic.

"What kind of car?"

"Well, it's a truck actually, a Chevy."

"Where did you find it?"

"Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?"

"Yeah Der…" he gave me a look. "Sorry"

"He's in a wheelchair now so he can't drive it."

"What year is it?" I could tell from his expression that this was the question he was hoping I wouldn't ask.

"Well, he's done a lot of work on the engine- It's only a few years old, really."

I wasn't about to give up that easily. "When did he buy it?"

He sighed. "1984, I think."

"New?"

"Well, no. It was new in the early sixties, earliest."

"I'd have to do a lot of work on it, wouldn't I?"

"Really it runs great Bells."

"How cheap is cheap?"

"Well Bella, I already bought it for you. As a homecoming gift." Charlie peeked sideways at me, his expression hopeful.

Wow. Free.

"You didn't have to do that." I sort of mumbled.

"I don't mind. I want you to be happy here."

"Thanks, dad. I really appreciate it."

After that, most of the ride was silent, with only passing comments on the weather. This place was too green- an alien planet.

Eventually we made it to Charlie's. A small, two bedroom house that he'd bought with my mother. There, parked in front of us was my new- well new to me- truck. I loved it instantly. It was one of those solid iron affairs that never gets damaged- the kind you see at the scene of an accident, paint unscratched, surrounded by pieces of the foreign car it had destroyed. Yeah… I could see myself in it.

"Wow, Dad, I love it! Thanks!"

"I'm glad you like it Bella." He looked both happy and relieved.

We went in, and after unpacking, I started to think of the coming morning. I was dreading it.

Maybe, if I looked like a girl from Phoenix should, I'd have an advantage. But, with my ivory skin and soft, unathletic build- despite my strength and speed- I looked like a vampire. It wasn't my fault I was pale, most of us were. Apparently it was something to do with the Energon.

Sighing, I wondered if there was a glitch in my processor, or a tumor in my brain that stopped me from relating to people. It didn't matter though; tomorrow would be just the beginning.

Breakfast with Charlie was a quiet event. He whished me good luck at school. I thanked him, knowing his hope was wasted. Good luck tended to avoid me.

I didn't want to be too early to school, but I couldn't stay in the house any longer. Putting on my jacket, I headed out into the rain. At least it was nice and dry in the truck. When I turned the key the truck roared to life and then sat idling at top volume. It sounded like an angry beast. I made a mental note not to change that.

Finding the school wasn't difficult. I downloaded the coordinates and map through my personal GPS. Such a wonderful little invention.

It looked more like a collection of matching houses. Where was the feel of the institution? I wondered nostalgically. Where are the chain link fences, those silly metal detectors? I missed the metal detectors and having to black them out every time I passed.

I pulled in front of a building conveniently labeled FRONT OFFICE. Inside, it was brightly lit and warmer than I had expected. There was a red-haired woman at the front desk.

She looked up as I approached. "Can I help you?"

"I'm Isabella Swan."

"Of course," judging from the ridiculous expression, I was expected. "I have your schedule right here, and a map of the school." She brought several sheets of paper out to show me.

The woman explained everything to me and handed me a slip for my teachers to sign. I already had the map memorized, along with the schedule and names of the teachers.

I went back outside to my truck and followed the now present traffic to find a place to park. Most of the cars were older like mine. One though stood out, a shiny new Volvo. I would of course be doing some remodeling on my truck. It was sturdy, but didn't have much going in the way of speed. Not to difficult too fix if you know how.

I finally took a breath and stepped out of the truck. The side walk was crowded with teenagers and my plain, black jacket didn't stand out at all.

Once I got around the cafeteria, building three was easy to spot. It had a large, white 3 painted on the east corner. You know, for all the blind students. I followed two unisex rain coats through the door.

The classroom was small. The people in front of me stopped just inside to hang their coats on a long row of hooks beside the door. I copied them. At least my skin wouldn't be a stand-out, noticing everyone else's pallor.

Giving my slip to the teacher, he signed it and sent me to a seat in the back. It was harder for my new classmates to stare at me in the back. They still somehow managed.

The bell rang and I got up to leave. A tall boy with skin problems came over to talk to me. He identified himself as Eric and led me to my next class. All the guys were staring at me, which was a bit annoying. The day continued in much the same way until lunch.

At lunch I sat at the end of a full table with a girl from my Spanish class named Jessica and her friends.

It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to avoid conversation with seven curious strangers, that I first saw them.

They sat in a corner as far away from everyone else as possible. They were beautiful, they weren't talking, or eating, or even looking at each other.

What actually got my attention though was when I scanned them. They didn't read as a life form. They had no heart beat, no body heat, and no life. I quickly scanned the people at my table. My scanners were working. I would have switched my optics if I weren't afraid of being seen.

"Who are they?" I asked Jessica, the girl from my Spanish class.

As she looked up to see who I meant, suddenly he looked up at her, the thinner one, the boyish one, the youngest perhaps. He looked at my neighbor for just a fraction of a second, and then his dark eyes flickered to mine.

He looked away quickly. It was as if she had called his name, and he'd looked up in an involuntary response, already having decided not to answer.

She giggled in embarrassment, looking down at the table. Then she told me all about the Cullens and the Hales. I was immediately fascinated.

They weren't like me, they weren't human, and they weren't pretenders- pretenders read differently. I knew my scanners weren't broken, so what were they?

I examined them again. The younger one, Edward, looked up and met my gaze. This time his eyes held evident curiosity. We held each others gaze for a moment. He seemed to have a look of some unfilled expectation. After a moment he looked away with a slightly frustrated expression.

Lunch ended and I left for class. When I entered the room, I walked down the center isle toward the teacher. The only empty desk was by Edward Cullen.

I watched him surreptitiously as I walked. Just as I passed, he suddenly went rigid in his seat. He stared at me again, meeting my eyes with the strangest expression. But it wasn't one I was unfamiliar with.

It was hostile, furious. I looked away quickly and started scanning him. The same results came back. Perhaps if I had medical scanners I would get better information.

I'd noticed that his eyes were black-coal black.

Mr. Banner signed my slip and handed me a book. I kept my eyes down as I went to sit by him. His posture changed as soon as I sat. He was leaning away from me, sitting on the extreme edge of his chair and averting his face like he smelled something bad.

I couldn't stop myself from peeking at him all through class. He never relaxed his stiff position on the edge of his chair. I could see his hand on his left leg was clenched into a tight fist. He was so still it looked like he wasn't breathing. Which my scans confirmed.

I knew that posture. That look. It was the look of trying not to attack. When you really want to.

Peeking up at him one more time, I immediately regretted it. He was glaring down at me again. The phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my processor.

When the bell rang I was grateful. Edward Cullen was out of his seat and through the door before anyone else had even left their chairs.

The rest of the day passed like a blur. By the time the final bell rang, I had played the image of Edward Cullen over again, three hundred and thirty-six times.

I walked slowly to the front office. When I did walk in, I almost turned around and walked back out.

Edward Cullen was at the front desk. He didn't seem to notice my entrance so I stood against the back wall and listened.

He was arguing. Trying to trade out of sixth-hour biology. I didn't want to believe it was about me, but for some reason, it looked like it was.

The door opened again, and the cold wind suddenly gusted through the room. Edward Cullen's back stiffened, and he turned slowly to glare at me- his face was absurdly handsome- with piercing, hate-filled eyes. For an instant, I felt a genuine thrill of fear.

"Never mind then," he said hastily in a voice like velvet. "I can see that it's impossible. Thank you so very much for your help." And he left without another glance.

I gave my slip to the receptionist. "How was your day?" The woman asked kindly.

"Fine." I lied- again- then left quickly.

When I got to the truck I just sat there for a long time. But soon I was cold enough to need the heater, so I turned the key and the engine roared to life. I headed back to Charlie's house, fighting tears the whole way there.

AN: So that's chapter one. Yeah I know it sucked but I just couldn't get it out of my head. Well I would like to know what you think so please review!