So here's the story. What if Edward wasn't born to Mr. and Mrs. Masen in 1901, but Bella was? Growing up as Isabella Marie Masen in early 18th century she nearly died age 17 but was rescued by Carlisle (you know that story). Anyway Rosalie never became one of them, because after having Esme Carlisle was looking for a boy for Bella, rather than a girl. Oh right –and Edward has of course just moved to Forks, staying at his father's house –chief he is around there I think… ;)
Chapter 1
When we got up from our table they had already surrounded him. Like a buzzing group of bees they were flying all around him. Jessica up front of course, but Lauren and some of the others close by. I shook my head in disbelieve. "New kid" Emmett grinned.
"Poor bastard is gonna get himself eaten up by that Stanley girl, isn't he?" Emmett chuckled and threw him a second glance. "I feel kinda sorry for him already, don't you, sis?"
I shrugged. I just didn't care enough. We passed them without giving them another look. "Three weeks and no one will notice him." Emmett didn't give up on the topic yet.
"What did you see about him anyways?" He was already halfway around a corner and I had to get to my next class, opposite direction. Thinking about his question I realized that I hadn't even looked. "I'll look out for that tomorrow, Em." I told him in my normal voice, while I was getting in my classroom. He would have heard it still and I really didn't give a thing about Mike Newton's baffled face as he couldn't seem to understand who I was talking to. "Hi Mike." I said in my honey voice and winked at him. He looked even more puzzled now and tried to get to his seat without stumbling, still looking in my direction confused and than a minute or so after I had approached him he noticed he had never answered. "Er –hi Isabella" He stuttered but I wasn't looking anymore. I had been in my seat before he even started realizing. Then there was chattering outside the classroom door, as Jessica Stanley was leading the new kid to his next class as it seemed. I could hear them very clearly, but I think even the other students were pretty much able to pick up every word Jessica said. And I think this is what she wanted. The boy talked more quietly though and not that enthusiastic. "I'll catch you later, Eddie!" Jessica shouted. "It's Edward." The boy mumbled and a part of him seemed to be annoyed of Jessica already. I grinned involuntary and concentrated on the I-pod. Alice had just given it to me some weeks ago as I had complained about the boring ours of high school ones again. It was stuck in my bag and Debussy was playing, but so quietly, that no human ear in this room would be able to hear it. I for that part only had to try and block out all of the students voices and focus on the music and it would be just the right volume for me. While I was on it I got out a piece of paper and started doodling. I was going for the Mona Lisa, but in the end the face looked more like Esme's. Naturally, she was the one I painted the most. My foster mom was the most beautiful creature I could imagine. I loved her so much, but then again I loved all of my family incredibly. Carlisle who saved me from dying, some decades ago, Esme, whom he found a little later, Emmett, my beloved teddy bear brother, always calling me his little sister, even though I technically am some years older than he is. Well, not in years of my life I guess. Alice and Jasper joined us later on, but I always felt very close to them, especially Alice. Emmett likes to call us his little twin sisters. That's what we're going for in this high school, too. After Alice had grown her hair we actually did start to look alike. It worked for the Forks people just as well and we didn't have much contact to the other kids anyway.
Deep in my thoughts as I was I didn't notice Edward, the new kid, taking the seat right next to me. He was already starring at me like I was some kind of ghost or something. Well I kind of was. Preparing myself for the standard- Cullen- welcome- speech, (which were some very polite and normal sentences just like "Hello, allow me to introduce myself, my name is Isabella Cullen. It is very nice to meet you." but never missing the warning subtext "Don't get too excited. I'm not interested. No. Never") I took a deep breath and … nearly fainted. My thoughts spun like a rollercoaster as I stopped dead in every move, trying desperately to control myself. Smells – too – good – can't - resist. Hearing the mumbling of the other students behind our backs brought me back for just a second, to let me realize that I was risking everything at this very moment. Bracing myself for my last final sentence of suffering, for the one and only thought that could get me out of this situation without starting a huge massacre had just occurred to me. Smiling the best and least hungry as I managed, I turned to the doomed boy and said: "Do you think you could take me to the nurse's office?" I held my breath. Say yes! Say it, fool! The boy nodded dumbstruck and offered his arm. Do you want to die sooner? I shook my head hardly and walked out of the classroom in front of him, leading him away from class, away from the nurse's office, away from any living witnesses.
"Are you alright?" I heard his soft voice from behind me. I nodded quickly, hoping he would shut up. Getting to know him wouldn't make this easier, but then again it really didn't matter. Just imagining the smell made my thoughts go mad again. "I don't think we're going in the right direction, though." He sounded worried. He probably thought I had lost it totally. Hell he was right. "I just remembered." I pressed, trying not to breathe again. "I left my asthma spray in the car. I really need it, you know." Asthma. Oh my. If this wasn't the lamest excuse I had ever made. But who cared I already saw the car, just some minutes now. I'd be driving him away. Just inside the woods I supposed. I wouldn't be able to stand the smell much longer. Or the plain thought of it. Lingering. Uh. "It's over here." I gestured towards my blue mustang. "This is so cool." He whispered, touching the engine bonnet impressed. Instantly I had the clue for getting him off the school grounds. Smirking at him conspiratorially I asked: "Want to drive it?" "For real?" He looked at the car, than at me. "Don't you feel sick anymore?" I shook my head way to enthusiastic. "I'm fine." I lied. "Come on get in! Just a five minute spin. No one will notice and I'll tell the teacher we had to get my medicine." He didn't think about it for long. My flirty looks and encouraging smiles must have done the rest. Carefully climbing in my vehicle, taking one last breath outside, so I wouldn't have to smell him too much, I gave him the keys and he started the car, moving backwards out off the car spot. "Up to the road!" suggested innocently. This couldn't be this easy, could it? But he was off the parking lot in a bit and I was preparing for my next move, as – "Pull over for me, Edward, will you?"
Alice! NO! I inhaled in shock. TOO MUCH. My teeth snapped just millimeters from his gorgeous neck. "Not today, sister." Emmett's grip had me clued to my seat and somewhere outside of my madly spinning mind I could hear Alice's voice as she approached my food. "Just turn off the engine, Edward and get out of the car."
And then Emmett, chuckling now: "Yeah. Don't worry about her, kid. We think it is rabies."