Missing Pieces
Chapter 1
Well, this is going to be very different from my other stories but the whole vampire human thing will depend if you answer my question at the bottom, but in case you don't like reading footnotes, or author notes (oops) then I'll write it here In caps;
WOULD YOU PREFERE THE CULLEN'S HUMAN OR VAMPIRE?
There we are =) anyway enjoy and let me know what you think.
Sasha XxxX
My name is Isabella Swan and I'm a pain in the ass; I mouth off, I'm short fussed, I wear what I want, say what I want, and do what I want. But the difference between me, you and the rest of the teenage population is that I, can get away with it.
I had 12 years of military school, I had started when I was three and was kicked out when I turned 15; if the US' best military school couldn't take me then what hope does Forks high have? Well, this was going to be a blast.
I like playing music loud, I like polishing my guns, I liked the comfort being in the middle of the forest brings, I like playing my drums and sometimes sing if the songs good enough. I liked combat training, but most of all I longed for the missing part of my life…even if I didn't know what that part was yet.
My dad had died in a police raid and had enrolled me into military school months before his death. I had always wanted to join the army, and I fully intended to follow through with that dream. My mother hadn't wanted to take me out, even though she was terribly lonely, but she let me have my wish; and I stayed in training. When I was 10 she found Phil, he was like a second father and I was like a daughter to him. But after I got kicked out my mother said that where she lived there was a high school, nice kids and nice neighbourhood, this was how that little conversation went;
"Bella, it's lovely all the students are well behaved and Forks is so quaint and quiet It's just lovely. It's a nice neighbourhood and everyone's just…nice!" I sighed,
"I won't fit in then" I said bitterly,
"Don't say things like that! You're a lovely girl!" I rolled my eyes,
"Yeah, 'Hey! Wanna be friends? I can kill you in, like, 2 seconds flat!" that is how this will turn out mum, and I won't fit in" I told her gently,
"As your legal guardian-" my eyes widened,
"Ok! Ok! I'll go! Don't go into that speech…please!" last time she hadn't stopped for 2 hours straight. My own personal hell.
So that's how I ended up walking to my mum's house from the airport…ok I guess it doesn't. I liked exercise and it cleared my head, I would be army crawling through the bushes on the side of the road if I didn't have all this fucking luggage as baggage. I looked down at my watch and smiled, late, as per usual. I liked stretching boundaries…a lot….ok it was my life. Sighing, I looked up at the sky smiling as a drizzle of rain began to pour. I hadn't felt rain in so long, and doing a 7 hour combat end of year course was hell in 49˚C.
I rounded a corner that was completely covered in vegetation and smiled as I saw my mum sat on a swing chair on her house porch.
"BELLA!" she exclaimed and ran up to me, I was engulfed into a hug in mere seconds and smiled and I inhaled her familiar mother's scent.
"I missed you" she whispered,
"I missed you too mum" I said back, equally as quiet.
"C'mon! I want you to meet Phil!" I smiled and let her pull me into the house.
The thing is that I wasn't allowed out of the base while I was still enrolled, I'd never seen Phil, and I hadn't seen my mum since I was 3. Don't get me wrong, Phil called every night, mum called twice a day so it wasn't like I didn't know them but my second family was back at the base, and I already missed them.
I walked into the house; the inside was quite a contrast to the exterior. The outside had looked like mum had described the neighbourhood, quaint, and looked like an English Victorian structure; it even had the fringe, marble frames, and columns. It had been enchanting. However, the inside was modern and kitted out with natural cream colours, was I really living here?
My mother squealed in excitement and satisfaction as my jaw dropped. I hear a creek at the top of the stairs and pulled my jaw back up. I saw a man with jet black hair come down the stairs with a baseball t-shirt on. He smiled widely,
"Bella! I finally get to see you in person!" as soon as I heard to voice I knew who it was…Phil.
"Phil!" I exclaimed back as he hugged me tightly,
"I didn't think you were this tall" I told him, he smirked,
"I was taller, I've shrunk" he added I laughed. Renee looked as if she was about to cry,
"Aw! Don't cry mum" I said to her,
"I'm just, happy" she said quietly.
After that I insisted I make tea, I made a nice paella and then decided that I should get an early night,
"School tomorrow" Phil teased,
"It will be wonderful Bella" my mum glared playfully at Phil,
"What! School's hell!" I couldn't agree more Phil. Well at least not until tomorrow. What I actually needed to do was set up my…equipment.
I ran into my room and sprang on the bed, landing in a defensive crouch. I then lay down on my stomach in a flash, pretended I had my C9A1 and slowly scanned the room. I was homesick ok? I missed my training, I missed camping out late at night discussing tactics, I had all my guys back there at the base and everyone had been sad to see me go. Even my teachers seemed a little sad, you see we were taught advanced high school so that we could still learn whilst training but it was in the so called "high school" that I got kicked out of because I misbehaved when I was bored. I knew all the stuff I was being taught, basically I was moved up, or advanced numerous years in an advanced high school. But I was never called a nerd, or a both. I just didn't work like a normal school did; your brains were appreciated at the base…because everyone knew it could save your ass.
I slowly got off the bed, sighing. Walking over to my bags I inspected my room, it was a large "L" shape, the shorted length of the room was raised with a window and desk, along with 3 book shelves, a computer desk, and a seating area. The rest of the room had a king sized bed, more book shelves, a grand piano in the corner, an expensive drum set, a set of draws, a coffee table and two soft, comfy looking leather seats with a lamp on the coffee table.
Then there was three doors, one-a walk in wardrobe, another a large bathroom and the last one, a large storage area full of shelves and draws oh how well my mother and step-father know me well I mused to myself and I filled up my closet and book shelves.
I then got my hard shell suit case (that had been a bitch to get through security, in the end I had to show them my military bracelet and tattoo) I unzipped the top and flung It open. I left the case on the bed as I went back and forth to place all the guns in the third room, MAC-11, Mini-Uzi, Desert Eagle, G18's, right that's all my pistols done, LSW,M1919 Browning, MG42, RPD, AK47, C9A1, machine guns and assault rifles done, AA-12, TOZ-194, KS-23, Lupara, ENARM pentagun now all my shotguns were done all I had to place in the draws were a few other bits and bobs.
ACOG scope, mags, throwing knives, smoke grenades, flash's, frag's, semtex's, claymore's, C4's, ballistic knife, grips.
I smiled at the prizes I had accumulated over the years. Each holding a different memory, each holding a bit of my pride and confidence. And all of that added up = moi.
I walked out of the gun room, as I have now named it, and locked it behind me. I thread the key onto a key loop that I would add keys to the house too. I walked over to my desk and thread my room key onto the key loop as well and decided I'd leave the keys to my bathroom and wardrobe under some paper in a desk draw or something.
I did go to sleep then; I dreamt I was back at the base; that I was out in the open; that I was with the guys camping out under the stars; and as per usual, I dreamt about my missing piece.
Ok let me know what you think. Do you want the human's human or vampire? Up to you, I think my problem is I don't let my readers input enough so yeah, let me know!
Hope you enjoyed!
Sasha XxxX