Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Summary: Isabella Swan isn't human. She tries to live her life the best she can when she's not running from something. That's nothing new; what she didn't expect was to find love. What happens when Rosalie gets caught in the middle?

Chapter 1

California, 2011

Isabella's POV:

It was a dark and cold night. The city was loud and obnoxious. The lights of buildings, small and tall alike were basically the only source of light. I looked up at the dark sky and saw bright stars glittering the sky. The sound of honking cars and people yelling in celebration brought a wave of irritation through me. I didn't understand why; it never has before.

I walked down the sidewalk, passing by people shoving each other. Idiots. What if they push their friends off to the road? They would be scraping their friend off the pavement. I never understood teenagers. I was always more mature than people my own age.

I started to walk by a man sitting on the sidewalk, huddled in a blanket. I stopped and thought for a second before going back. I lean down and hand him a twenty. "Take care of yourself." I said softly. He was very grateful and proceeded to hug me.

I proceeded on my way, deep in thought. I was so distracted by my thoughts that I failed to listen to a nearby oncoming car. It honked and on its way, splashed water from the ground and onto me. "I hate this place." I muttered, shaking the water off me.

I took a few steps and a man in a black trench coat walked up to me and whispered, "Want to have fun?"

I looked at him in disgust, "No, thank you."

I sidestepped him but he grabbed my arm, "How about something to ease your mind?" He asked, holding a tiny baggie with what looked like snow in it. I'm going to take a wild guess and say that it isn't snow.

I became aggravated and my patience was wearing thin. "Listen, I already told you no. If you pursue me any more, I will be forced to-"

I was cut off mid sentence by a voice coming from behind me. "Hey! You two!"

I looked behind me and saw a cop walking towards us. When my head was turned, I felt something touch my pocket. I whipped my head and saw the man trying to put the drugs into my pocket and this pissed me off. Without thinking, I pushed him back with not much force but he went flying back anyway. He landed in a nearby fountain. I couldn't help it; the expression on his face as he was falling down was too much for me. I ended up laughing.

"Hey!" The cop grabbed my hands and brought them together behind my back.

The cop ended up taking us both to jail. The man decided to press charges for assault. Luckily the man didn't get away scot free and the cop ended up going to jail for drug possession, distribution of drugs, etc. I was sitting in the police car waiting for the arrival. It took everything I had not to kick the man's ass sitting beside me. He was being belligerent, whining and complaining. The only person that should be upset here, is me.

We arrived at the station and another cop opened my door and allowed me to get out. The man sitting beside me decided not to get out and instead put up a fight. "Feel free to tase him. I didn't see anything." I said.

I allowed the officer to hold my cuffs and guided me inside while a couple of officers still tried to get the man to cooperate.

I walked in through the sliding doors and was met with loud chatter and occasional screams. My nose crinkled. The smell in here was rank. I couldn't tell what it was.

"Please put your items on the counter." An officer said.

She unhooked me and I took off my jewelry. "Please be careful with those. They are very important. Especially this." I said, holding up my beautiful ring band. It was silver and shiny with carved flowers and vines around it. In the center, there was a large "I".

"We will don't worry. They are safe." Another cop said. She looked at it and smiled, "Wow. Your jewelry is beautiful. And it looks old."

I nodded. "Yeah. They are all pretty old."

"Where did you get it?" She asked, putting them in a bag.

"I- It's been passed down." I cringed. I was terrible at lying. Luckily, they didn't pry. She put the cuffs back on.

"Okay, why don't you come over here." She said. She led me to another area and I faced the wall.

"Please spread your feet for me." She said. I looked at her and it wasn't the same cop. This was a different one. This one had her blond hair up, tan skin, lightly built, she was smiling and she had a gentle tone. It was easy to see that she was an attractive woman.

"Before I begin, is there anything you have on you that I should know about? Any knives, needles-" She asked.

"No, ma'am. I'm clean." I answered politely. She cast me an admiring stare.

I did as she asked and started searching for any contraband on me. She touched places that I preferred to be left untouched. I didn't want to get excited so I concentrated on something else. I didn't need her smelling my arousal. Where did that other cop go?

"What are you doing here?" She asked casually, as she continued to search me.

I shrugged, "Mistakes happen. Wrong place at the wrong time."

She proceeded to ask personal questions and I answered them, trying not to give away too much but not to be impolite either.

When she was done, she took the cuffs off and switched them to more comfortable cuffs so that now I had better range. She led me to another area where I took a seat and the man behind the desk asked me questions about my health.

When I was done, I took a seat and waited for my name to be called. I looked around the room and saw men and women look at me with lust in their eyes. Oh no. Here we go again.

15 minutes later…

The room was practically empty. It would have been full if police officers hadn't moved so many people away from me. My looks were too much of a distraction for everyone and they weren't very cooperative. The women gave me the most trouble, badgering me with questions, flattering me, complimenting me, asking me out.

When I got out, I was relieved. I decided that I was going to leave this place and start over. I made a mental list of all the things I had to do before I moved away. I knew exactly where I was going.

Washington:

I arrived at the airport and had to take a cab to Forks. I had already had a place to stay. My ancestors owned land and my grandparents had built a mansion that was passed down to me over the years.

When I told the cab driver where I wanted to go, he seemed reluctant at first. But when I told them I would pay him extra, he didn't give it a second thought. It took us a few hours but we arrived late at night.

I unnecessarily stretched my muscles. "I appreciate you driving all this way, sir. It couldn't have been easy for you." I said, getting my things out.

"It was no trouble." He said, admiring through lidded eyes. I gave him the money and when I thought he was going to leave he asked me if I needed help with getting my things in to which I politely declined.

When he was out of eyesight, I picked up my heavy luggage with much ease and went up to my mansion. I got my key out and turned the lock. I opened the wooded door, the door creaked in protest.

The place was completely empty. It certainly needed cleaning up and repairing to do. I closed and locked the door and set my things down. As it hit the wooden floor, it echoed loudly throughout the mansion.

I slowly looked around the place. The place was so empty that with each movement I made, it was so loud it was like it was screaming. I stopped moving and I heard wild animals outside. I smiled; I was relieved this place was deep into the woods.

I got out my sleeping bag and settled in. It wasn't until now that I realized it may not have been the smartest move to come here so unprepared. The hard floor didn't help matters.

I woke up and took a shower, getting ready for the day. I was very thankful that I had running water. When I was ready, I went to the car dealer grocery, hardware and furniture stores. It didn't take long for my place to be full. I spent the entire week getting my place ready and settled. I decided it was decent enough so that I could take some time off and get ready to enroll in school.

I got into my Lexus and drove to Forks High. When I got there, it was deserted which would be expected since it was Sunday. I walked into the Office and got myself enrolled in. I was happy that I was making head way. It felt like it was taking forever.

I went home and went to bed.

My alarm went off and I hit the snooze button. I must have hit it several times before I realized that I needed to get to school. I jerked the blankets off me and hurriedly got ready. 'Why was the snooze button ever invented? There was no point in it. If that's the time you want to wake up, that's the time you should get up.' I thought to myself.

I got into the shower, ate, brushed my teeth and headed to school in record time. I sped the whole way and was thankful that I didn't get caught.

I went to my classes and not to my surprise, I was hit on by, I can only guess half the student population. Maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration but that's what it felt like. It was now lunch time and I was too eager to go to get away from all the people.

Rosalie's POV:

My family and I were walking to lunch and I became increasingly frustrated by everyone talking about the 'new girl'. I heard from my fellow classmates that her name was Isabella. I have yet to see her but I was already annoyed. Have people have nothing better to do than to talk about someone else. Do they really have to center their lives around one person? Humans never cease to amaze me.

Edward scoffed, "Calm down Rosalie. They're teenagers and it's Forks. There's not much going on. Anything is better than talking about assignments." Edward turned his attention to the others, "Have anyone of you had Isabella in any of your classes yet?"

Did he do this just to annoy me?

He looked at me and shook his head no. I opened the door and heard everyone say no.

We went and got our fake meals and sat down at our usual table. I heard someone whisper, "That's her." I looked up and saw a young man point in a direction. I followed his direction and saw a beautiful brunette woman sitting at the table, eating.

I couldn't help but study her. She had long dark brown hair that reached to the end of her shoulder blades, fair silky smooth skin. She wore dark blue jeans, black boots, and a white stylish spaghetti strap top. She was breathtakingly beautiful. I took notice how she gave out the vibe of not to bother her.

"Do you hear that?" Jasper asked us.

I looked at him to elaborate. "Her heartbeat?"

Everyone focused on Isabella. "I don't hear anything." Emmett said

"That's the point." Edward said.

My eyes widened, she didn't have a heartbeat. She must not be human.

I froze as I saw Isabella turned her gaze onto us. She seemed to be studying us.

"Can she hear us?" Alice asked under breath. I almost didn't catch it. Isabella turned her attention back to her food.

We silently agreed to go outside to continue the conversation. When all of us were out, Edward was the first one to speak, "So? Any ideas?" He asked

"She's not human, as we all established." Jasper said

"Another vampire?" I asked

Alice shook her head, "She ate human food. I don't know any vampire that can handle that. Plus, her eyes were brown, nor does her blood seem very appealing."

"Any theories?" Emmett asked

When no one said anything, Edward sighed, "I'll call Carlisle and if anyone has her in class, try to subtly find out what she is."

"Sounds good." Emmett said.

Jasper held out his arm to Alice which she took and we all went back to the cafeteria except for Edward, who was calling Carlisle.

When we stepped inside, Isabella was nowhere to be found.

"This could be bad." Emmett said.

Fear welled up in me. We had no idea what she was or how powerful. We didn't even know if she was a threat to us. As the seconds went by, I became more and more anxious. The bell rang, signaling lunch was over. I tried to calm my body down, the more anxious I was the more mistakes I could make.

My family and I continued onto our classes. None of us has seen Isabella yet. That all changed when I walked into my last class, History.

There, in the back, sat Isabella, looking troubled. I squashed down my fear and walked toward her to sit down next to her.

Isabella's POV:

I managed to avoid the beautiful family that I saw at lunch. Something about them was off. I couldn't put my finger on it. I remember that my fear grew as it appeared that they weren't human. Not that I was one to talk. I was severely outnumbered and I had no idea what their intentions were. They were powerful enough to hear that my heart didn't beat. I was torn between curiosity and fear. I wanted to know what they were. Were there more of them? Exactly how many are there?

One thing that stuck out was the blond. She looked so familiar. I spent a good amount of time trying to remember if I saw her somewhere. I knew it was unlikely but it was driving me crazy.

I looked up when I heard footsteps. My body froze as I recognized the woman from the cafeteria. I guess I couldn't be let off that easily.

I felt my face turn to a frown when she sat next to me. I looked around and the room was still half empty. Out of all the seats she could've picked, she decided on the one next to mine. My eyebrows furrowed as I felt like I was sitting next to a block of ice and I don't mean just metaphorically.

I couldn't help but look at her. My eyes widened as I saw the look in her eyes. It looked like she had a look of pure hate in her honey brown eyes. What did I do?

"Hello. My name is Rosalie. You're Isabella Swan, right?" She asked, holding out her hand.

I took it, "That's correct." I barely managed to suppress a yelp of surprise. Her hand was ice cold.

"Your hand is so warm." She said in a tone that seemed like she was surprised.

I nodded. What was I suppose to say? I looked at the clock and I have never been more eager for class to start.

"Where are you from?" Rosalie asked

"Um…I move around a lot. I came from California." I said

"That's one of the sunniest places. Why would you trade that for here? Do you not like the sun?" She asked

I shrugged; I did my best to be casual about it. "It's alright."

I was relieved to see that more students filed in and the teacher began the class.

Thank you for reading. I'm interested in how you think of this so far. At first this will start off slow and then pick up.

Also, I have another story that is Rosalie/Bella. In that one, Bella is a Lycan. If you are interested, keep watch of that.