Books/TV: A Vampire Diaries and Twilight Crossover

Main Pair: Isabella Marie Swan/Lockwood and Damon Salvatore

Title: The Odd One Out.

Author: BlueEyesBurning

Rating: T. May change.

Warning: Need to know main plot line for Twilight and main plot line for Vampire Diaries especially after the Season One finale.

Author's Note: I have my other stories My Baby Isabella and Elsewhere I know I haven't updated them in a while, but I will and Elsewhere is now my main priority as I have put My Baby Isabella on hold for a while, so I will update this story when I can, but there probably won't be an actual day that I'll update on. I had the sudden plot line shoved into my head during an English Exam I had, and as soon as I exited, I scribbled it all down. It may be a bit higgle-de-piggle-de at first, but I try my best!

Summary: Bella is Richard and Mason Lockwood's younger sister, when Edward leaves, and Richard is pronounced dead, Bella has to swallow her grief and guilt and put on her big girl pants to revisit the town she never wanted to see again. But when returning there reunites her with her other brother, will the feelings be too hard to bear. Will hate and uncertainty drive her insane, or will an unnerving duo keep her grounded?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Everything goes to their respectable owners – both in the movie/TV series and the book world.

Prologue –

The days turned in weeks, and the weeks turned into months, and the pain still shot through me at even the slightest thought of his name.

Edward.

The man who broke me, who took all I gave, but never gave anything back. I sat for months, eating, but not feeding; sleeping, but not dreaming; talking but not thinking.

I was told that I was cationic, but I didn't take it in. Charlie tried to help, the doctors tried to help, even Jacob Black and the other boys from the reservation tried to help, but the only thing that could fix the hole in my heart was him. And I didn't have him, because I wasn't good for him, because he couldn't pretend to be human anymore. I tried with everything I had in me to make him understand, to not make him leave. When he told me he wasn't good enough for me, I throw it back at him and told him he was the very best part of me. But then he told me something I couldn't argue with.

You're not good for me.

And, it was then that I realised that he wasn't going to stay, not with me, not when I wasn't what he needed – what he wanted. Those five words stopped my believing, and it was then that I couldn't fight back.

So I let him leave; with him my heart and soul and reason to live left too.

That was until I got the call that told me I was an orphan. Charlie came to tell me. Late one night, he came into my room, and shook me awake. I thought I was having another night mare and I apologised, but when he sat on the side of the bed, and pulled me to him I saw the moonlight bounce off the tear stains on his checks. Charlie had been crying, and that was something that didn't happen often – if at all. If I looked back now the only time I'd ever seen Charlie cry was then.

And then I realised I was being selfish. How dare I sit here and wallow in self pity when others were hurting too. How dare I say my life was over, when actually mine was only just starting. So I comforted the man who had comforted me – until he told me the news.

He straightened his clothes, sat up and turned to me. "Bells," he whispered. "Your brother, Richard, he's died."

And then, the stitches I had put on my heart ripped open again.

I hadn't talked to my eldest brother in two years. Edward didn't know about him, nobody in this God forsaken town knew about him, but back home? Back in Mystic Falls, everyone knew your business, much like here. Except I was sad to leave Mystic Falls, I would be glad to leave Forks.

Two years ago I had, had an argument with my two brothers, Richard and Mason, and since Richard was the Mayor; when his younger sister – the one who he promised to look after – left, the whole town grew suspicious. Rumours were spread.

I was pregnant.

I was using.

I was troublesome.

I was an alcoholic.

The things the people of my home town could conjure up were amazing. But when I didn't come back after a year, people scratched pregnant out, and troublesome, because surely if I was a pain whoever had me now would have sent me back, right?

That just left drugs and alcohol or maybe even something worse all together. And it was worse, some much more worse.

But when I was told my brother was dead, I had to leave the room. I ran to the bathroom Charlie and I shared and I emptied my guts into the toilet.

And, then I made up my mind to leave Forks. I was going to face my fears, and face the family i left behind.

And hopefully I would be welcomed.

A/N: I know it's short but it's the first chapter, and it's not meant to be long, it's meant to be just a little information to keep you guessing. So did I succeed? Please give this story a chance.