A Taste Of Hell:

Chapter 1: Beginnings

A/N: OK, like I said, I didn't want this in the main story cause it felt like filler, and its not overly essential reading if you want to read my story, but if you want to understand her character, which is, at this point minor, then please have a skim through and tell me your thoughts. The way I see it, if one bad day can make a person mad, a bad year can turn them into a psychopath.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer's creation, not mine.

Bella had finished for the night, and Charlie wasn't there. She decided to cab it back to her place, stopping a few blocks short and cutting through some passageways to save time, fare and ebb the fear that she was being followed, which had swelled and had her walking at a brisk pace.

When she got in, she dead-bolted the door, grabbed a beer from the kitchen and trudged upstairs to her room. As she took the staircase, she folded down the photos of her mother for the third time this week.

Damn Charlie for standing them up again. He can't let her rest in peace and I'm certain she can see what's happening here, see what happened when she left us.

She continued on this train of thought as she stepped into her room, grabbed a nightie and took a hot shower. The water was scalding at first, but eventually her body adjusted and she found it cleansing and soothing. She scrubbed her body thoroughly, afraid that if she didn't everyone at school would know this, know what she really was. She scrubbed at the scars on her arms caused by her half-assed attempts at self-harm and self-mutilation. She washed her bruises, cascading down the left side of her body, from when she had been slammed against a dumpster during work the night before. She washed her pelvis at least 10 times longer than anyone else, because when she came back home, when she wasn't putting on her front of a self-confident sexual woman, she could admit to herself that she was a sad, scared, ashamed little girl. She finally broke down when she scrubbed futilely at the two pin-sized bite marks on the inside of her left thigh. Her life was a mess, and she was going down just as hard as the rest of the city was.

She continued to sob as she got dressed, and when she had finished her warm beer, and as she smoked a joint that Charlie had rolled for her earlier that evening.

Eventually her tears became that of silence, she laid down on her back, facing the empty ceiling, reflecting over the last year, and wondering how on Earth her life had come to revolve around sex and death.

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BPOV

I met the Cullens today. I had been told that there were new kids at school, and naturally I was curious. I was sill sick, however, so after having a couple of days off to get over the toxic cut of blow that I'd taken, I was finally ready to face the world, my friends and my boyfriend.

Jacob and I had been together for a little while now, since we were both 14. We met at La Push during one of my frequent beach trips with my girlfriends. We had previously met, but we were a lot younger, and due to Mom's death, Dad kinda hermitted himself somewhat, which left Billy (and Jacob) Black out of our lives for almost 6 years. Jacob was really nice and had an awesome body, a surfers build but also that of an awkward hunter. We both had secrets and were not willing to compromise our fun by getting curious about what we did each night. He had been even more secretive since the Cullens had moved in over Spring, and I had barely seen him, but he was going to pick me up after school and catch a movie with me in Port Angeles tonight, which would be a welcome change, as we never really went out.

At lunch, I sat with my usual crew. Mike was pretending to be a zombie and was only getting laughs from Jessica, as always. Then they walked in, 2 by 2 like a small army of ant-people. Some people stole a glance at them and carried on with what they were doing. Others gaped at them, leaving themselves open for fish-hooks. I wasn't looking at any of them in particular, they had this sick beauty to them, one that seemed so unnaturally perfect, like it shouldn't exist. I didn't know what to make of them, and before I could voice this, Jessica chimed in with the lowdown on the noobs.

Her excited, whispered words came complete with erratic, yet discrete hand motions.

"Jasper and Alice, those two there, are very much together, as are Emmett and Rosalie, the blonde one that keeps sneering at the single guy, but I think it's OK, cause they're cousins or they're adopted or something."

Angela joined in on the conversation now. "They are definitely adopted Jess, cousins would not get away with that, not legally anyway. Their "father" is the new surgeon at the general hospital in the city. They've been desperate for an accomplished surgeon ever since the last one was brutally hacked up."

Then I saw Edward, and I realized my mistake, these people, this family, was perfect and the only single boy left was the most amazing boy I had ever seen, even more stunning than Jacob at sunset. He shot a cold glance towards me and sat at the table facing the opposite direction. This threw me off somewhat and compelled me to leave it at exactly that. However, fate intervened after lunch.

I took my spot at my usual table in Biology, and was happy to work alone, as I had for almost 2 years in most classes now. Then Edward stepped into the room, and my fuck-knuckle teacher magically paired him up with me. I was not only mortified, but extremely pissed off at the teacher, as I was sure my father had ensured a solitary table in this class for me.

He sat next to me reluctantly and opened his book as per the teachers instructions. I stared at him until he returned my gaze.

"This is my desk, please find another. Nothing against you, I just like my space."

"Fine by me, I was going to request a class transfer this afternoon anyway."

With that, he excused himself, claiming to be sick, and proceeded to the sick bay.

I spent the rest of my day in my usual splendor, a blissfully disconnected haze.

After school, Jake met me in the carpark with a couple of his friends from La Push. He hurried out of the car and pulled me aside.

"Look Bella, I have to do something tonight. It's really important and I'd love to see you tomorrow night, I just have to sort out some family stuff tonight is all." He trailed off. "I'm sorry, babe."

"It's um, yeah it's cool. I have homework and shit to do anyways. You know how Charlie's been lately. All work, no play. I think I have stuff on tomorrow though." I recalled, biting my bottom lip. "I'll call you?"

"OK, cool, give me a buzz and we'll sort it out." Jacob shot his half-smile which usually left me smoldering and jumped back into the car with his hoons.

It didn't work today though, for some reason, it really upset me that I couldn't escape and pretend to have a real life tonight, rather than just smacking up at home while Charlie was out nabbing the "bad guys".

As Jacob pulled away, I saw Edward in his car, alone, trying to hide the fact that we was staring at me, and doing a horrible job of it, I must add. I decided to relieve him of this indignity and jump into my truck, when out of nowhere he called me over.

I thought it over for a second and jumped into the truck, I wasn't looking for trouble or fun tonight. I'd already resigned myself to the fact that I didn't have that right, many years ago.

As I pulled out of the carpark, I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw him waving from directly behind my truck. But, that's not right, he was by his neat little coupe half a second ago, and that was near the stairs. Fuck, I'm not still goofy from that shit, am I? I needed to get out of here.

Thoughts of Edward swam through my head, reaching places Jacob had never sought. The fact that I even let them in scared me, and motivated me to get home even faster. The sad thing is, my truck can only handle 40mph on a good day, and today was a fuckin' mess. I decided to veer my thoughts onto a different path, searching for a fresh excuse to bail myself out of plans tomorrow night with Jake. I wasn't having much luck, the best I could think of was washing my truck. As I continued to search in vain, I pulled into my driveway, screeching to a halt when I noticed a little black coupe sitting in front of the house.

So, that's it for the first chapter, let me know which sub-story you like better so far, I'm guessing it'll come down to Buffy VS Twilight if I leave it up to that, but I wanna know if people are enjoying this story, if I'm pushing people to see this in their heads as well. I'm assuming the Bella fans want blood at this point, but if that's the case, tell me, I love criticism, it makes me write bad-ass, mean stories. Also, if you feel her transformation is half-assed, keep reading, the tide will turn. Cheers.