(Author's Note: Okay, so here is the first chapter of The Other Swan Girl. I first posted this with not much written. This is my first fanfiction so I hadn't known what to write, yet I decided that it needed a little more to it… so here is the edited version. Nothing that was written before was changed, everything is the same, yet I wanted to have just more in this chapter than originally written. Tell me what you think, and I hope you like this story!

Disclaimer: I of course do not claim the base of this story of my own, Stephanie Meyer is an amazing writer and I thank her for giving the world the precious gift in the form of Edward Cullen.)

"Gabrielle, don't make that face. Harry's cooking is pretty good," Dad told me, his voice taking on authority. I would have laughed at his attempt, yet something in his eyes made me not want to push it.

"But fish? I hate fish," I muttered, poking my plastic spork at the breaded fish breast with little appetite. When he used to take Bella and me fishing with him, I instantly disliked it when I seen how the hook caught the fish. I was so young, I never thought to how the fish were caught. It disgusted me, and I was full of irrational pity.

"Daddy, why you gotta hurt them like that?" I asked him, pointing with my orange flavored sucker at the fish as it hung from the fishing pole. It convulsed, making me jump back a feet in horror.

"It doesn't really hurt them, Gabrielle," He answered softly, chuckling slightly as he took the fish off the hook and placed it in an underwater cage. I eyed it warily, wondering if there was someway I could open it and let them all out without daddy seeing.

"Ah!" Another voice from behind me wailed as I heard a small splash. Both daddy and me turned to see that Bella's foot had slipped into the lake, and her foot was stuck in the thick mud. Both daddy and me giggled as we went to rescue her.

"You're such a klutz Bells," Daddy smiled, his eyes crinkling in the way that I loved.

"Gabrielle?" Dad's voice cut into my flashback, my eyes focusing on him dazed as I realized he just asked me something.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I asked you if you were alright," He asked, concern and suspicion flickering in my eye.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, placing a forkful of fried fish in my mouth as I chewed dutifully. His expression softened as he watched my swallow the bite without cringing. I never liked fish, especially after seeing how they were caught.

"Peachy keen, dad," I answered his earlier question in secret distain. My regret of moving from Phoenix seen to grow every second I was awake. I hardly remembered the feel of the sun on my skin. I missed it. Now, all I could see was green. It was even in the air, the whole town seemed to be blanketed in a screen of that icky green color that peeked out of every crevice and corner.

I actually would have moved in when Bella did, yet I had to stay with mom because I needed to finish some classes back in Phoenix. The councilors suggested I let Bella settle first, and I could move it the next year. But after I turned 17—that summer—Bella moved out and went with Jacob to California. So, the vacancy was open again. Mom and I decided it was time for me to get closer to dad. Plus she was expecting a new addition for the family and she wanted some bonding with her new hubby.

I didn't blame her for wanting time with him; they didn't get much of a honeymoon when they got married. The ceremony was quick and simple, just in the court house. Mom didn't like the idea of a big wedding; I suppose that the whole falling out with dad made her afraid of the word wedding. Which I didn't blame her for either. She was mostly insanely naïve and childish about everything, so I could see how intimidating it would have been when she was younger.

The move here was pretty eventful for my mother. I was the only one of her daughters left—I had been the baby of the family. She cried of course. Yet the boy she was having would be a bigger responsibility though, and she needed to be fully focused on him now. I would come and visit her when the baby was born, of course, yet the three of them needed time to get to know each other as a real family.

Charlie met me at the airport, embarrassed and reluctant to have a conversation, and taken me here to forks with little talk. Everything he needed to know had been discussed earlier when mom called him to give some details to the school.

I unpacked by myself, feeling empty and like a stranger as I placed my things in the closet and put some knickknacks up on a bookshelf. Bella would have filled it with books full of literature and such, yet I just had a few sketch pads with my drawings in them there. I haven't drawn in them in years, yet I always had them nearby, just in case I wanted to look back on them or the urge to draw came back magically. I never really knew why I stopped, but I was so apathetic about everything back then… it hardly mattered at all.

The next couple of days were very boring and full of nothing but sitting around the house. I just couldn't get out of the funk that seemed to settle on me after moving in. Dad didn't really press conversation on me, or lingered more than what was necessary. So for the days he was at work, and the nights he kept to himself, I was alone.

The only entertainment I had was the old computer in my new room. I didn't know the channels that well on the T.V., and I never really like watching it in the first place. When I switched on the old dusty thing, it took a couple minutes before it booted up and the screen flickered to resurrection. I got on the internet, to check my emails, and I looked to see what kind of programs was on the computer. I found a few papers that Bella had typed, too smart and intellectual than I could handle, and then found an unnamed document.

I opened it curiously, scrolling down the long list of names and such of weird places and creatures. The word 'vampire' popped up a few times, and I craned my eyes close to the screen to make sure I seen correctly. Bella, interested in vampires? That was weird. She usually stuck to fiction, not science fiction.

I signed off shortly after that, and made myself go to bed even though it was only 9:32.

I had a nightmare that night. I distinctly remembered being chased in the dream, the fear so powerful and growing. Whatever it was I was running from was frightening me, which was why I was running. But who was chasing me? I remembered looking back to see the face of my attacker but it was just a sparkling blur, too swift to catch a glimpse of appearance. We had been running incredibly fast, so fast that the trees I ran through looked like a mess of a large splattered painting of autumn leaved color. The wind was fierce against my face and twigs brushed my hair, pulling it in random directions.

I haven't had such a vivid dream before. One that I had remembered at least.

My throat was pretty dry, I realized. I needed something to drink—the coarse ache in my throat was starting to throb. I removed my arm from under the covers to reach for the glass of water I knew dad had sat for me. I had a thing for waking up in the middle of the night and being really thirsty. Charlie just started to expect it and made it easier for me by just putting it in my room for me.

He tries to be a parent. I can tell he's trying. But he's rusty, and it will take a couple weeks to get back into the swing of fatherhood. But I have faith in him. Just like Bella had told me everything would be alright. Not that I believed her—nothing was just 'alright'—maybe in her world, yet definitely not in mine.

I felt my way up to the little dresser near my bed, serving as a nightstand to retrieve my H2O when I felt something else. My drowsy eyes snapped open, feeling a cold stone object the shape of a hand. And it was moving. It closed it's vise like grip against my wrist. My vision attuned to the darkness of the room and searched for who was standing there. This wasn't still a part of my nightmare was it?

"Bella?" A gentle voice whispered from a shadowy silhouette in front of me.

I tried to break free of the death grip but found my wrist getting bruised badly by the attempt. It started to ache.

"Who are you?" The voice demanded, clasping his grip harder against my wrist and I couldn't help but cry out in pain and fear. I swear, it was about to shatter under the pressure before it suddenly was gone and the hand disappeared.

"Who are you…" The voice was softer and more distant this time, a defeated tone within a hint of sadness.

"I'm Bella's sister." I gasped, sucking in air and cradling my hurt wrist. Who was this guy, how did he get in my room?

"Bella's sister," He repeated, distaste evident in his groan. "She didn't mention a sister."

What the hell? How did he know Bella?

"Look, whoever you are, Bella isn't here. And I advise you get out of here before I call the cops. My dad is one and he's right down the hall," I threatened. How dare this guy break in the house! Especially one owned by a cop? Who in their right mind would-

"He is isn't he? Well, don't worry, I am leaving. There is nothing for me here." The figure motioned her room, as if judging it by it's memories.

"Who are you? How did you know my sister?" I blurted, as the man started towards the window. It was open, something strange since it was the middle of fall and probably 30 degrees outside. I surely didn't open it.

The man turned back to me, I could see the outline of his head, his shoulders and skinny frame.

"You know me, Gabrielle. . I am Edward Cullen." The emotional whisper floated about the room, shocking me in it's echoing tension.

Wait… this was Edward? The guy my sister had once talked about? Before she choose that… Jacob Black? She used to write to me of him when she came here to live with dad. She called him Charlie. Her letters were never that long, yet I distinctly remember that name being mentioned. She almost spoke of him being god-like, the adoration and reverence apparent in her words. Yet suddenly, she was with Jacob and she 'all of a sudden' decided that he was the better choice for her. She was smart, pretty, and shy—everything that I wasn't—and yet she had just dumped a guy she had just spoke of like royalty. Had she been faking that? Did she really even think that about this Edward Cullen? She was a horrible liar, yet it changed things when letters are being exchanged and not words.

I should have been deeply disturbed by Edward's abrupt entrance in my new room. I might have just been living here a few days, yet I knew how high up the room was. You couldn't just reach it with jumping. I would have heard a latter being used, wouldn't I? Yet, stranger and scarier things have happened to me. I could honestly say that worse things have happened to me than a boy sneaking into my room. For some, maybe that was a good thing.

But seriously. Edward sneaks in my room because he thinks I am Bella? I know we look insanely alike but come on… how lame and soap opera is that?