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Prologue: What's A RocknRolla?

Summary: Bella Swan is a junkie guitarist on a collision course with death. After being expelled from school, she moves to Forks where she meets Alice. Can the vampire save her from her destiny and help Bella find love and the true meaning to being a RocknRolla?

Whenever people see my tattoos, they always ask the same questions. 'Why did you get it?' 'What does it mean?' So I shouldn't have been surprised when I was tapped on the shoulder outside of the girl's locker room.

Here we go again.

Someone is always stopping me after gym. Why you ask? Because changing in the locker room gives the girls a good chance to stare. And stare they do. If I wasn't always high during gym, it would seriously piss me off.

Now, I have three tattoos, none of which my mother knows about. There's one on the underside of my wrist, a kanji for evil. On my left ankle, a broken ink bottle. But it's the last one, arched across my back my back that gets most of the questions. Written in Old English, was one word.

RocknRolla.

Now before this spunky chick started ruining my day, I was on my way to have a cigarette. Being on school property, I can't smoke where I was standing, for obvious reasons. But still not quite crisp from the bong hit earlier, let's just say common sense when out the window. As I checked for staff, I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around to see this chick from my gym class.

Surprise surprise.

I have no idea what her name was, Ally, or Alex or something but I knew I didn't like her. So being the nice chain smoker who was interrupted from having a cigarette, I sneered at her.

"What?"

Slightly taken a back, she straightened up and said, "Hi Bella. I'm Casey. You know, from gym."

Damn I was off.

"What about it?"

Rechecking for staff, I pulled out a Camel and put it between my lips. I was about to light it when that girl... (what was her name? Sandy?) asks, "What's a RocknRolla?" I stopped and looked at her.

"Why do you want to know?" I asked, glaring at her.

"W-well... y-your tattoo. I-I was curious." she stammered.

Of course you were.

I laughed at her. "Were you staring at me while I was changing? Do you get off at staring at girls?"

She began to turn beet fucking red. "No no no! That's not it! I was just..." I cut her off. "You were curious."

I stared at her for a couple of seconds and said, "So you wanna know what a RocknRolla is?" When she nodded I continued, "It's not all about drums, drugs and hospital drips. There's more to it than that."

The chick (what the fuck is her name?) looked confused. I ignored her and asked, "You'd like to live the good life wouldn't you?" When she nodded, I said, "Me too. We all want to live the good life. For some, it's all about the money. Some the drugs. Others the sex game, the glamor or the fame. Not for RocknRollas. We're different."

I put the cigarette between my lips once more and lit it. Inhaling the bitter smoke was a sweet relief. Danielle or Cindy or whoever asked, "Why are you different?" I smirked at her and exhaled.

"Why?" I said stepping towards her until we were only inches apart. The late bell rang, but neither of us moved. The girl stared at me, eyes full of lust. I grabbed the back of her head and smashed our lips together. I released her as she moaned (she does get off at looking at me change!) and whispered, "I'm different, because a real RocknRolla wants the whole fucking lot."

She just stared at me for a moment and said, "I don't get it."

I chuckled darkly and said, "I didn't expect you too." The girl huffed and started to leave when she looked over my shoulder and gasped.

"Shit," I sighed, taking another drag of the cigarette, "There's a teacher behind me, isn't there?"

A/N: sorry for taken so long, but I'm redoing all of RocknRolla. It's just so choppy at times and didn't flow right. I'll get us back up to par as soon as I can.

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