title: shifting luminescence

summary:izzy. my name is izzy, or at least, now it is. i don't remember what my name used to be, or who i was. all i know is, bella swan certainly didn't have a twin brother in the original twilight series. and, i most certainly am not isabella swan.

pairings: to be decided. cannon, for the most part.

a/n: this story has been sitting in my drafts for awhile, so i figured i may as well post it. I have a few chapters done so far, and a general idea of where to go with this. leave me a review if you would like me to continue.

If you're anything like me, then you know what it's like to be so immersed in a story that you feel like you are the main character. That you are Harry Potter, going off to Hogwarts and fighting the Dark Lord, and dealing with awful muggles and somewhat terrible names for your children. That you are Percy Jackson, attending Camp Halfblood and fighting off the bad guys, all while juggling being a demigod and dealing with Hades and every other God trying to come at you. That you are Katniss Everdeen, volunteering for your sister so she doesn't have to fight for her life with the other tributes, faking a pregnancy with a baker boy so you get sympathy of your viewers, and ultimately bringing peace back to your world.

You even dream of attending Hogwarts, being taken to Camp Halfblood, and well, probably not dreaming of entering the Hunger Games. Unless you're into that, and for that, I say, to each their own. My secret childhood dream was to enter a fictional world. Did I ever think I would actually get that wish? Not a chance, but I could hope.

I definitely didn't think I would end up in this world, since it was never a top priority of mine. I would much rather have been fighting off Lord Voldemort alongside the Golden Trio, or being a daughter of Hades. I mean, how badass would I be if Hades was my father?

But ya know, it definitely didn't turn out how I expected.

-o-

An alarm clock blares with the most generic tune, and I blindly slap at it until finally, peace and quiet envelopes me. I smile, and snuggle further into my warm comforter, slipping back into dreamland. Just as I drift off, someone starts shaking me.

"Isabella, honey, you need to get up. You'll miss your flight." A kind but unfamiliar voice says. "Unless you're staying, which is perfectly fine!"

I blink my eyes open to take a look at the person standing by my bedside.

She is not my mother, and this is not my room.

The woman standing before me has short brown hair and light blue eyes, crows feet and tanned skin, laugh lines and an air of immaturity around her. She holds a cup of what seems to be tea in her hands, and appears to be the 'cool mom', the one that's more of a friend than a parent. I have no idea who she is, and if I weren't half asleep, I would have screamed, I would have cried, but instead I stare blankly at her until she sighs and holds out the mug.

"In half an hour, we're gone," She looks at me pointedly, and shuts the door behind her as I blink, the mug burning my not awake yet skin.

I sniff the tea, and gingerly set it on the side table. I love tea, but I don't trust it.

Hold up, did she just call me Isabella?

My name is not Isabella, or Bella, or Izzy, or anything even close to that. What my name really is, isn't important right now. I have the feeling that it doesn't matter anymore. Even with my half foggy state of mind, I can tell something is really, really, really off.

The room I'm in is hardly decorated, and doesn't even look like someone lives in it. It's impeccably clean, no posters covering the walls like I'm used to. The bookshelf is full of generic titles, Shakespeare and Animal Farm? No trace of my fandoms anywhere here. Nothing I would read.

I cautiously get up, and feel like my equilibrium is off. Have I gotten taller? Maybe I've been kidnapped. Then again, there isn't a lock on the door and aside from the hardly there bookshelf, it doesn't seem to be the room of a captive. Plus, the woman was awfully nice for a kidnapper.

My eyes spot a small brown bag sitting on the desk chair, and I grab it. Inside, there's a black smartphone, and a plain grey wallet. It looks like the wallet is from a dollar store, or the cheap section of walmart. The first card slot holds a license, and I quickly pull it out.

The girl in the picture is beautiful, she can easily pass for a model. Her eyes are dark and brooding, her hair chocolate and slightly wavy. She has no makeup on, but her porcelain skin doesn't need it. There isn't a blemish to be found, her cheekbones are prominent, eyelashes dark and long. She's aesthetically pleasing, right down to her heart-shaped face and plump lips.

I glance at the name, and my heart stops. Isabella Marie Swan. The address is for Phoenix, Arizona, and the girl is seventeen years old.

Isabella Marie Swan. Bella Swan. As in, no backbone, falls for toxic vampire, pasty, emotionless Bella Swan, a fictional character from Twilight.

How the fuck do I have her license in my hands?

The girl doesn't even look like how I pictured Bella to look in Twilight, this girl is too pretty. Beautiful, gorgeous even. Besides, Twilight is a book series, a fictional book series that focused way too much on the wrong character.

I roll my eyes at my stupidity, obviously this isn't real. There's just no way. I go to put the license back, and freeze when I catch my reflection in the vanity mirror. I don't look like me.

I don't look like me. I don't look like me, I look like Bella fucking Swan. I definitely did not have a slim body with perky breasts and an actual ass, and delicate features complete with long legs. Shit, I must be at least 5'6 now, a step up from being under 5 foot. I think I feel a panic attack coming on.

I sit on the edge of the bed and lean forward, jumping when my impossibly long hair falls forward and tickles my arms. Oh yeah, that will take getting used to. I drop the license to the floor. This isn't happening. It really just can't be. Obviously, I'm in a dream, and I just need to wake up.

I smack myself in the face, hard, and jump at the pain. Nothing changed, and chorus' of ohshit start going around in my head. I stare at the ground, and the stoic picture of Bella fucking Swan stares back, mocking me with her stupid face.

A rough knock sounds at my door, and I jump. "Fifteen minute warning champ!" A man's voice this time, and I have little doubt in my mind that it's Phil.

"Kay," I call, my voice cracking from my panic.

Alright, so guess this means I'm going to Forks, right? The place I desperately wanted to visit in eighth grade when the Twilight craze hit me hard. I look around the room, finding clothes laid out on top of a suitcase.

Holy shit this girl has no fashion sense. Is she like eighty? I mean, really, a blouse and bootcut jeans. Honey, no.

As I change, I realize her underwear is no better. An actual pair of what I refer to as granny panties, and a basic, Target-brand grey bra. Heaven help me, lord I hope she has money stashed somewhere so I can upgrade this girl's wardrobe. Honestly, the entire time Bella was trying to fuck Edward, this is what she had to offer for lingerie? Good god.

I stuff the wallet and license back in the bag, and grab the suitcase. Which isn't mine, since, you know, I'm not Bella fuckin Swan.

I swing the door open quickly, and nearly run into a teenage boy coming out of the inconveniently placed bathroom across the hall. I look at him with wide eyes and stumble back. He's tall, gangly even, like he just had a growth spurt and hadn't quite fit into it yet. His hair is a mess, sticking out in a way that would make James Potter proud, and the same shade as mine - fuck, I mean Bella's. His eyes, wide like mine, are a gorgeous sky blue, the kind I would have traded my.. Shit, I can't remember the color, but I like his eyes. A lot.

I bump into the wall, and the boy laughs. "Easy there Bell, Don't kill yourself before we get to Hell, I mean, Forks. Not that there's a difference." He winks playfully, and takes the stairs two at a time while I stand there trying to not break down.

I haven't exactly read Twilight in a few years, but I know very well Bella does not have a brother. So what the hell is going on?