Summary: Bella's selfless, kind, beautiful, has low self esteem, athletic and knows how to fight. Throw that in with the horrible murder of her parents, one power she is aware of, one she is not and a certain family of vampires and what do you get? A kickass fight to the living death.
A/N: Ok, just to get things straight before I start, Bella is Charlie's NEICE. I repeat his NEICE. Bella is Renee (Charlie's sister) and Phil's BIOLOGICAL daughter. Ok just remember that and u'll be fine and also keep in mind the title, yes, she does have telekinesis. For those of u who don't know what that is, it's the ability to move objects with ur mind.
EPOV
The whole school is buzzing with news of Isabella Marie Dwyer, now Swan since she was taking on her mother's maiden name and the name of her uncle, Charlie. It was being said that her parents had been killed just before she got home and she saw the bodies hanging from the ceiling, all drained of blood because the blood was all over the floor.
It was horrible that this girl had gone through all that. Her parents and she had been living temporarily in France as her father; Phil Dwyer was a minor league baseball player. He'd been doing an advanced baseball course for adults already in the profession. I wondered what her mother had done to have to bring in all the money that Isabella had inherited and still travel all over the place with her husband.
The girl was supposed to be coming to live with her uncle in a few weeks so she could finish high school and then head off to collage. Some people around could remember her coming for visits every now and then when she was smaller. But undoubtedly she would look very different from the 14 year old girl with dark auburn hair, almost black eyes and skinny physic in their memories. Alice and Esme pent most of their free time thinking of ways to help Isabella without getting close or letting her know our secret. I didn't think any of them would work, though I did empathize with wanting to help her.
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BPOV
"So, Bells. Umm, welcome to your home for the next two years" my uncle said after greeting me awkwardly. I knew he was in pain as well. After all, he'd just lost his sister. But he hadn't been there, he hadn't stood there as she and dad where killed. He hadn't seen them die, hadn't seen Phil be strung up to the ceiling as he hid in the pantry. He hadn't seen Renee being drug out of the house screaming for mercy.
"Thanks Charlie." I replied, "So we going to the car now? No offense but I'm freezing my ass off and would love to get somewhere warm." Charlie laughed,
"None taken kid. Come on, let's go someplace warm." He picked up my bags and carried them to the police cruiser, parked just a few metres away. He was smiling now, probably glad his niece had strong resilience.
When we were both seated in the car Charlie turned the heater on and pulled out. It was silent for a moment before Charlie spoke.
"So, are you going to continue running here?" I nodded,
"Why not? Just a bit of rain."
"What about baseball?" now I snorted.
"Is there even a baseball team in Forks? Let alone a girl's team?" Charlie looked uncomfortable and grunted out a 'no' before turning back to the road and becoming silent. I felt suddenly bad and needed to redeem myself.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Charlie." I called him uncle to soften him up a bit and it seemed to work because I saw his eyes soften slightly. "I didn't mean to be rude. What I meant to say was, no, I won't cause that was dad's thing. I wouldn't want to do it even if there was a baseball team in Forks." I looked away so that Charlie wouldn't see that I was lying, "I just didn't want to say that…" I gave a little false hiccup.
"Aww, it's alright kiddo. You didn't offend me, you might have taken out a bit of my pride though." Charlie quickly attempted to cheer me up. It was silent as I stared out the car window, when I finally turned round, I simply told him,
"Thanks Charlie," before turning back to the window.
"Martial arts?" Charlie queried. I laughed and replied,
"Yeah" and it was silent for the rest of the trip. Charlie had never been much of a talker.
There was a big red Chevy truck in the drive.
"Charlie, whose truck is that? Don't think I've seen any of your friends driving that." Charlie looked very uncomfortable and grunted out,
"It's yours, bought it off old Billy down on the reservation as a welcoming present. Besides, didn't think you'd want your old uncle driving you to and from school every day." I was shocked. Charlie had brought me a car?
"Jesus, Charlie. You didn't need to do that! I could have done that!"
"No, no. I wanted to and Billy gave it to me almost for free after he heard what happened to Renee Phil." I blanched,
"What?"
"Yeah, I know. He said it sounded like an attack. Told him like hell it was. Murdered my sister and brother-in-law I told him. Guess what he told me! That the deaths may not be exactly what they seemed to be and that I wasn't getting it! Insane, old, superstitious man." Charlie ranted. I thought long and hard. Charlie had said the truck was from Billy down on the rez. The old natives had stories of vampires, just calling them cold ones.
"Is Billy the one with the son called Jacob? Billy Black?" Charlie nodded, "Maybe that's why he gave it to us almost for free. I used to be good friends with him and his sisters." Charlie nodded and opened the car door. I did the same, inside the house he threw me the keys. They looked like any normal keys except for the gold tag with the message,
'Beware the yellow eyed cold ones,
Isabella M.S'
My name was printed much bigger than the warning so that anyone glancing at it would only see my name. I laughed, yellow eyed vampires? What kind of vampire had yellow eyes?
"Bells? Come up here!" I ran up the stairs, following Charlie's voice. He was standing at an open doorway. He ushered me in and I saw a medium sized room with a desk, bed and one window set into the wall overlooking the back yard.
"Umm, this is your room." I heard Charlie say from behind me but when I turned around he was already walking down the hall. I sighed and turned back, scrutinising my new room. It couldn't have been more different from my green room in France or my yellow room in Phoenix. It was cream and brown and smaller than my other rooms. I drew in a deep breath before I sat down and my two large suitcases started to unpack themselves while the door locked it self shut. I let it out as I stared into the forest beyond Charlie's- my backyard.
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EPOV
Isabella or Bella as she has corrected everyone has finally arrived. I've seen her face in the minds of every human being and even Alice's who'd been in her first class. She was almost the exact opposite from when she was 14. Her hair was a wild mane of mahogany brown hair and her eyes had lightened into a deep brown. She wasn't as skinny as she'd been when she was younger. She'd definitely become a beautiful young woman, but you could still see the sadness in her eyes from the tragedy she'd witnessed.
"So, Edward, what are the new girl's thoughts on us?" Emmett asked rudely, gesturing his head over to where she was sitting in the cafeteria, as I sat down. I looked over at her and searched for her mind. I frowned. What? I searched harder. I could hear Jessica Stanley's mind and Angela Webber's, who both sat on either side of her but there was nothing in between them. Her gaze suddenly turned towards me, she blushed and looked down at her plate. I watched as her face suddenly drained of colour and her head snapped back up. Her hand slowly snaked into her pocket and I tried harder to reach her mind. What did she have in her pocket? Still nothing, still silence.
Her gaze dropped slowly into her lap then back up again, almost impossibly her face became even whiter. She grabbed her tray, and stood up. Her chair made a squeaking sound on the linoleum floor and most of the cafeteria turned around and watched as Bella Swan made her quick exit, dumping her almost untouched food in the bin and putting her tray on the rack before practically running for the door.
I turned back to my siblings who were all looking at me in expectation,
"Things just got complicated." I murmured,
"What do you mean?" Emmett asked. I looked up and stared at them for a moment,
"I can't hear her."
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BPOV
When I finally got home I cursed my truck for being slow and raced inside to hide from the now pouring rain, grabbing the spare key from under the eave. I raced into the kitchen and grabbed the phone dialling.
"Hello? Who is it?" I sighed, grateful Billy had been the one to pick up the phone and not anyone else.
"Hi, Billy. This is Bella, Charlie's niece." There was a moment of silence before he replied,
"Yes? What can I do for you? And shouldn't you be at school?"
"Yes but I'm feeling a bit ill. I wanted to thank you for your warning and apologise for not thinking much about it." Another moment of silence.
"You're very welcome Bella. Was I right in what I assumed then?"
"Yes. Yes, you were."
"Well if that's all, goodbye then Bella. And remember that you are welcome on the reservation any time."
"Of course. Thank you, Billy. Goodbye."
And with that I hung up and went to my room and cried. I cried for my mother, for my father and all that I had lost.