My Siren

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in Twilight.
I wish I did just to pull some strings.

I haven't written in awhile but I hope this is good for some of the Rosalie/Bella lovers out there. I hope you guys aren't offended by my dislike of Edward and feel free to comment if there is something you like or dislike. I welcome all criticism.

Also, I changed Bella and Rosalie's character...A LOT...maybe a little. I couldn't quite capture the essence of their characters. Hope this is good enough though. ;)

Zee ~

Sleeping Beauty

The morning that I had arrived in Forks, I had noticed that it never seemed to change, the people of course changed but the town, the place itself still held to it's mysterious aura. Something was here. Something in this place was mine but I wasn't sure what. My insides told me that it was here, my blood burned like never before, maybe it was striving for whatever was here. The rain outside the car didn't seem to stop but that didn't dampened my need to know what it was that kept me searching. So here I was, I was going to find it.

I sat in awkward but comforting silence with my dad as he drove me home or could I even call in home? I hadn't been there in years. As I had noticed, despite the wrinkles that began to form, Charlie didn't seem to change much, he still had the same cologne that I had grown accustomed to when I used to visit in my younger years, still the same mannerisms and I had almost caught myself in my dad's eyes when we stiffly embraced at the airport. It was a short-lived show of affection, something that was not foreign to me but something that I never indulged myself in.

I wondered if I had done the right thing, leaving my past behind. Leaving everyone else behind, my friends in which I considered family. My bestfriend was the type of person that jumped into situations, spontaneous, at the spur of the moment, it was something that I had admired her for but never quite obtained the skill of doing so myself and to add on to that, my mother needed to be happy. Phil made my mother happy therefore I wasn't going to get in the way of that. My thoughts apparated as I glanced down at the house that I used to spend my childhood at every summer, I opened the patrol car door and exited. My father handed me one of my bags before we disappeared into the pine wood smelling house, he briefly informed me that he hadn't changed my room as he put the rest of the bags down and so eager to leaving me to my own devices. He was telling the truth for sure, nothing at all had been changed.

I peered through the window, staring at the view before deciding to change my room up a little bit more. I needed to darken it. I unpacked, placing each item of mine in my closet, each of my clothes placed according to colour. I hanged the posters of my favourite bands, quickly glancing at the poster of Cristina Scabbia from Lacuna Coil before changing the sheets and linen to something that suited me more. Green and black definitely went well with each other. I cleared away things that gripped me with nostalgia, the sickly feeling seemed to dissolve with each item that caused me to revisit past time memories. I was going to make new ones. After what seemed like hours of clearing and renovating my room, it was finally complete and I only then felt the need to rest. My bones ached, muscles screamed at me to take a moment to relax and my mind was growing weary, I hadn't slept that much the last couple of days. Much to my disappointment, as soon as my head connected with my soft pillow, my father called out to me, telling me that he had a surprise for me. To say the least, I gritted my teeth in irritation but the surprise part kept me from screaming tiredly. I made my way downstairs and out through the door where I made contact with a Norton Rotary Cafe Racer being unloaded from a rusty, worn painted red truck by Jacob, Leah seemed to stand confidently behind Billy, gently pushing him towards my father.

My childhood friends seemed rather hesitant but happy to see me, Leah didn't show anything that implied she was going to approach me but Jacob playfully punched her in the arm before shoving her towards me. In that moment, me and Leah stared at each other with intense curiousity, almost as if we were actually enemies trying to find the other is weakness before I turned and ran and Leah picked me up, shoving me over her shoulder as we both squealed with delight to see each other. Jacob soon joined, playful tickling me as she begged Leah to put me down. When we finally calmed down, I was put on the ground and only then did we finally glance at each other, seeing the obvious changes in them; I wondered what was different about me.

Keys were thrown in my direction and I caught them without a flicker in the direction of which they came.

"It's yours." I heard my father say, I must have not heard right. Disbelief marred my face as I looked at the motorcycle, tears welled in my eyes but I fought them back. Quickly, I give him a stiff but enthusiastic embrace.

"Oh my gawd! Thanks dad!" I excitedly squealed in joy. Leah raised her eyebrows at me and Jacob snickered at my vocabulary and camply mimicked my actions before pouting his lips.

"Game's on." Billy, Jacob and Charlie made their way inside and soon after that, I heard a clink of glass bottles.

Me and Leah made our way inside to the kitchen. She plopped herself on the counter whilst eyeing me carefully as I looked through the fridge, indecisive about what to cook.

"So what are you making?" She questioned curiously.

"I'm not sure yet."

"How about some mac and cheese?" she suggested, shrugging her shoulders as Jacob walked in.

"That would be nice..." He agreed before grabbing a couple of beers and walking out the room again. Since it was suggested, me and Leah got to it. Not that Leah liked to cook very much but for most of the time, we fooled around as she sprinkled grated cheese on me. That afternoon, I spent mostly with Leah as we had done when we were kids. When the food was finally done, everyone was fed and intensive cleaning was finished, Leah dragged me upstairs to my room leaving Charlie, Jacob and Billy together to continue watching the game or at least talking about the errors of the players when striked out, the missed touch downs and so forth. Sports didn't really interest me.

"What high school do you go?" I asked her, hoping she went to Forks just so I would at least know someone there.

"I don't go but I do work in a bookstore out in Port Angeles with Jake if you ever feel like visiting." She answered back, pouting her lips and sighing disappointedly.

"What...you don't like it?" I quirked, still leaning again the newly decorated wall. I was curious as to why she didn't go high school but she'd tell me in her own time.

"I love it but we don't get many customers." she seemed disappointed, I would be too, it meant more time spent actually stocking up and getting paperwork done for the books that were required. I had a summer job in Arizona so I knew how the drill went.

"I see..." I was definitely going to be a common customer. I needed new books to add to my collection.

"Awesome decoration and music taste." She complimented, licking her lips as she stared at the Amy Lee poster, everyone or close enough to everyone liked Evanescence. Amy Lee's voice is too beautiful and captivating not to get caught up in it.

"Thanks." I muttered, almost immediately hearing Amy Lee's beautiful voice in my head.

"So Bella...out of curiousity..." Leah started, sitting on my bed and smoothing the invisible wrinkles on the bed but didn't seem to continue whatever she wanted to ask or say.

"I was wondering...are you dating someone- anyone at the moment?" she paused then looked at me; her eyes glimmered nervously. Leah was nevernervous.

"No but there is someonethat I'm waiting for." I vaguely answered not wishing to get into the disappointing conversation about thralls and chosens again. I remember when Victoria explained it all to me, I was surprised, disappointed and very curious to say the least but then again, she was a vampire and knew a lot more than she let on. A very sexy, powerful, feline looking one. Leah gave me a questioning look before looking away.

"And yourself?" I asked diverting the subject from myself.

"Well, sorta. I found someone." Leah answered, I was never one to pry but I was curious. My childhood bestfriend had a boyfriend. One that would take care of her otherwise I'd make sure he woke up painfully with a newasshole installed.

"Tell?" I encouraged, she looked at me with her hard eyes before sighing. She was never a person to keep her heart on her sleeve. I could remember the first time we met, we almost immediately hated each other. After a few years, we warmed up to each other and it turned out we both had a lot of things in common and had things to deal with at a young age. Not that we understood what those things were but we understoodeachother. We still have our secrets.

"I haven't really told anyone but it's a girl called Angela; actually goes to Forks High." I smiled, clearly happy for her. I didn't expect her to say a girl but choice was hers. I was suprised, actually happily surprised though, that meant I had to change my previous statement. If this girl or woman hurt my bestfriend, she would understand a whole new meaning to the word torture.

"I'm happy for you and you ought to tell me all about her...sometime soon." She nodded carefully, I crossed the room and gave her an affectionate hug, it was long and comforting that I hadn't been aware of her crying till I felt my shoulder moist and soft sobbing.

"Leah? Why are you crying?" I pulled away from the hug and wiped her tears as they fell. I was worried that I might have said something wrong when they continued on. I recluctantly gave up and let her cry on me. I kept her like that until her cries ceased.

"It's just that- it's always been you and me...It's always been you that was understanding- you took the time to know me and me who pushed you away. People always hurt me but you were always there." Her voice came out metallic and raspy. She sniffed, slowly composing herself. She wasn't going to tell me anymore and I figured there was more than what she was letting on, Leah has too much pride to cry about me and her being bestfriends.

"We are best-friends, it's part of the job." I deadpanned, smiling as I rubbed her back.

"Clearly, you don't get paid enough." Leah said clearly amused, her lack of sniffling told me that her mood had changed. She wanted to forget what just happened. This was one of the only times that she'd let her guard down. She would be bare, sensitive and vulnerable. It was good in some sense.

"I really don't-" I replied, my smile never faltering. She grabbed a pillow and slammed it against me. The force that had been delivered was so strong, I nearly fell off the bed. I dogded her second attack, grabbing the other pillow and running around the small space of my room. I attacked like a lioness waiting to prawl upon it's prey.

"Oh come on- I didn't expect that at all." I complained. She always had the first hit.

"That's the whole point." We both attacked, dodging her attacks yet again, I slammed the pillow to her back and sides then jumped her on to the bed where I attempted to tickle her. Only then did my memories of her flood back, she wasn't ticklish.

Damn.

Before I even knew what was happening, she flipped us over so I was beneath her as she straddled me. I was immediately flushed with humiliation that I had forgotten but that apparated as she tickled me mercilessly and soon another pair of hands joined in as I squirmed. Begging them to stop so I could breath, Jake caught on to the position I was in, my eyes caught Leah's brown eyes and a frown had plagued her face making her so adorable.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think that you two were having some seriousrough sex." Jake finally dropped the comment both, me and Leah had awaited. We quickly grabbed the pillows we had dropped and rained attacks on him.

"Hey- no fair- that's two against on-" He laughed as we each took turns then pilled on him, tickled him and attacked him when he was down.

"You asked for it!" Leah shrieked with laughter as Jake found a pillow and started attacking back. It was just like when we were kids, we spent most of the time play fighting and attacking each other. There'd be times when we just sat together reading or watching movies. I could vaguely remember but last time we had watched a movie together, it happened to be ginger snaps.

"I'm beyond just a little tired now..." Leah finally enquired stopping my train of thought. We sat on the bed lazily retiring from the pillow fight. We exchanged stories of the past when we used to play together then skimmed through books I had brought back from Arizona.

"Listen, we gotta go but can I have your number to give you a call sometime?" She asked as she got up from my bed, handed me her iphone and I quickly typed in my number before handing it back to her. They both briefly hugged me before heading downstairs and out the door with Billy, the sound of a car door being closed clarified that they were leaving to go to the reservation.

The rest of my evening was quite quiet. I had tucked myself into bed and continued reading Silence of the Lambs. I liked suspence and this book could satisfy my craving. The book made me wonder if I could become a killer just for the sake of gaining something, being something that I wanted for so long? Could I kill people for my own personal needs?

I fell into deep slumper and was attacked by dreams of my chosen. The person I needed, wanted, craved for. My obsession of this person. This woman. My dreams turned sensual on many occasions, I would grasp onto things, moan and growl in my sleep, I would call out to someone, I would call out a name but never would recall it in my wake, my body writhering with sweet pleasure that would take me so high, that my hips would involuntarily buck and by the time my eyes open, my body would feel as though it was deprived of meeting the optimum that would take me high and back down low. This night was no different, I woke with beads of sweat coating my body as I grasped the sheets, needing something to reel me into reality. My core was moist, the dream had felt so real. The hairs on the back of my neck stood stiff and a cold shiver of anticipation clawed at my skin. Someone was in my room and despite the eerie thought of someone entering my room; I felt safe. In this particular person's presence, it was as if my body could sense her.

"You could at least make known of your presence or-" I barely finished my sentence when the figure standing in my room responded, cutting through. I should be screaming or something, there's a stranger in my room.

"I don't need to." The voice was sensual to my ears. I knew that the woman had witnessed me writhering, moaning and calling out a name that still to this moment, I couldn't remember.

"Why?" questioning the stranger as I felt her eyes racking at my body. I felt beyond just a little aroused.

"You called me; you wanted me here." the stranger responded, her voice lacking affection but confident.

"Did I?" Not actually remembering asking her into my room though I did remember strong arms touching my body, I shivered with new arousal.

"Yes, you called, moaned and maybe in growled." I blushed, feeling the heat immediately flood my face. I tried to not look mortified at the thought that Charlie must of heard me if this stranger had. With a quick look to the door, worry clouded my face.

"He's sound asleep." She reassured me. Relief embraced my insides. A sharp exhale was heard from the dark figure. I blushed harder.

"I need to clean up."

"I'll leave..."

I felt reluctant to leave and for a moment, I thought she did to. In fact, I knew she didn't want to leave. Hesitantly, I nodded to the stranger though my insides were telling me to stay with this woman. To be in the same room as her.

"Your name?" I asked nervously, not quite looking at the woman who had revealed herself in the moonlight glowing in my room.

"Rosalie..." Her voice was soft, comforting yet distant and with that the stranger left.

She left. The pangs of pain could be felt within my system, it was as if my heart was slowingly being pulled out by threads. My chest throbbed with a dull ache. My need to be with the stranger intensified. Pain carved along my skin, I felt on fire. My eyes turned yellow, a snake like slit became of my iris, invisible shards of glass began to pierce my burning skin. It seemed as though my body was aware of Rosalie's distance.

After what seemed like hours, the sharp pain dulled. I felt Rosalie close by. I hadn't been aware that I was on the ground kneeling and in front of me, piercingly green eyes stared back at me. Before I had even been aware of it, tears began to swarm in my eyes, a choked sob escaped my lips and within seconds she had picked me up, sat me so I straddled her lap and I cried into her cold neck, a circular motion of her finger rubbing my back, every touch along my spine, making my sobs wither away till I felt the need for sleep grasp at me. My eyes felt heavy and she laid me down, lay beside me and wrapped her strong arms around me. Slowly, I felt myself lulled to sleep by her scent. Vanilla. Berries.

I woke suddenly feeling the empty, I realized that not only had I let myself go near her but she was going to die because of me. Fear gripped me coldly.

Author's Note:

Well, maybe it isn't the best time to decide to write a fanfiction considering I have exams next week but I figured, why not let out my stress by writing or something.
Anyways, let me know what y'all think. Later.