Hey everyone, I'm back with a new piece of fan fiction for Twilight. It's like an addiction, hahaha! I don't own it, belongs to the wonderful and talented Stephenie Meyer.
Basically, this is a theory I've had over a couple of months. What if Stephenie Meyer had written but swapped the genders round in the Twilight series? (For Bella and Edward obviously).
When I think about actors, I have Daniel Radcliffe (with glasses) as Benjamin Swan – male version of Bella. And…Marguerite Moreau (Jesse in Queen of The Damned) as the female version of Edward.
So I couldn't resist but get my weird brain at work, so I thought I'd write a few chapters of…'what-could-have-been'. :D Tell me what you think; I'd like your opinions on it.
Twilight: Reversed
Chapter One – First Sight
Chug chug chug…bssstttt!
My new vehicle made as I drew up into the parking lot of my new high school. I ignored the noises of the back engine spluttering and farting as I parked. I killed the engine and unlocked my door. A few lines of kids stood staring at me; I shut the door as I clambered out. I gave them a deep glare and I shoved my rucksack over my shoulder and walked solemnly away from my red Chevy truck.
It didn't take very long to find the reception of Forks High School. The pretty red headed secretary greeted me with an open smile and she stared at me.
"I'm new here…" I told her.
Her eyes blinked. "Oh yes, what's your name?"
"Benjamin Swan."
She raised her head slightly and she had a ruffle of papers in her hands. "You're the Chief Swan's son, aren't you?"
I nodded, a little embarrassed, and she looked at me as if I was some legendary icon. She blinked again, "Okay, here's your timetable and that's a free pass for your lunch in the cafeteria."
"Thanks," I replied and I waltzed off to my first class, forcing a fake smile upon my stone like expression.
I queued methodically for my lunch in the line and I clasped the free pass in my fingers. Someone nudged me in my side and I nearly threw my lunch over the person in front of me. I cranked my head to see who it was; smiling insanely back at me was Jessica Stanley. She had been dying to know what the 'newbie' of the school looked like, and when she saw me…her smile instantly fell off her face, disappointed. She probably thought that I would be one of those handsome sporty guys, especially if I was the Chief's son.
I gave my pass to the cook and I was whizzed round by her urgency.
"You're coming to sit with me!" she exclaimed and dragged me to her table. Two guys and a girl were already there, she smiled and cleared her voice as if she was about to make an announcement. "Hey guys, this is Ben Swan. Chief Swan's only offspring." They grinned and giggled.
"What's up?" I asked, instantly regretting it because I sounded like some chump trying to act cool. They stared at me, and pressed their lips together to suppress a laugh from breaking out.
"I'm Eric Yorkie," one of the guys stood up and smacked me on the back.
"Hey," I muttered.
"Oh God!" Jessica yelled. I instantly looked down at the other girl, my cola cup had spilled and drained on her, from Eric's heavy pat.
"I'm sorry," I whispered to the girl and slipped onto the bench beside her.
"It's okay, it happens all the time," she whispered back, shyly.
"You can slap me if you want to."
She laughed and smiled the true and first one I had seen in this place. "I'll think about it."
"It's a funny way to break the ice," the blond spiky haired boy said across from me, this was Mike Newton, Jessica had told me a lot about him.
Soon enough she had gone into her untellable talk and I munched on my burger.
"I'm Angela Weber," the cola covered pretty girl beside me whispered.
"Nice to meet you," I replied. "I'm still sorry about the drink."
She laughed quietly and went back to her studying. I stared around the cafeteria; people looked at me from across and whispered among their little covens, there was one distinctive table that did not take any interest in my existence. The sane ones in this jungle. I looked at them more closely; they seemed different from the other people, more mysterious. They strangely all had pale porcelain skin and very dark eyes.
"Who are they?" I asked, nudging Angela. She looked up and immediately opened her mouth to talk.
"That's the Cullens!" Jessica cut in.
"Oh," I muttered and my eyes flashed up to meet the youngest one. Her eyelids opened and she stared at me intently, she seemed frustrated and annoyed with me. What had I done?
As I watched her, Jessica explained the Cullen family, Jasper, Alice, Emmett and Rosalie, and that they all lived together. I swallowed dryly as the youngest member kept staring at me and looked away still feeling her eyes watching me.
"W-which one is the girl with the reddish brown hair?" I asked, and I peeked over to glance at her in a second and back at my table members.
"Oh…" Eric said, and rolled his eyes. "That's Ellen. She's gorgeous, of course, but don't waste your time. She doesn't date. Apparently none of the boys here are good-looking enough for her." He banged his fist on the table; it was apparent to me that she had turned him down. I shrugged my shoulders, knowing that my looks would never grab anyone's attention, but she did stare at me.
A few minutes later the Cullens left the table together, a few people opposite them watched them cautiously like me. They were all graceful in their own way, and I noticed the one named Ellen didn't look at me again.
Next I was walking down the corridor with Angela to my Biology class; she clamped her folder to her chest as we talked.
"Have you been wearing glasses for long?" she asked me, shyly. I nodded completely forgetting I was wearing them.
"Ever thought of wearing contacts?" she asked again, not in an insulting way.
"Maybe…but I don't usually like having things in my eyes."
She nodded and we kept walking.
As we entered the class Angela drifted to her seat at the back of the classroom. I instantly recognised Ellen Cullen by her unusual hair, sitting next to the single open seat.
I introduced myself to Mr Banner, the teacher and handed him the slip to sign. He nodded his head at the empty screaming seat, I kept my eyes low and I went to sit by her.
I sat on the edge of my seat throughout the lesson, she never looked at me. I occasionally would peep over acting as if I was looking at the scenery outside. The tension in her neck was…eye piercing. Her jaw was locked and her eyes fixed focused on Mr Banner talking. She never seemed to relax the position she sat in, bolt upright, and confident. One of her lean hands was crunched together into an angry fist and I could see the tendons flex under her skin.
As the class ended I peeked up as she stood and knew it was a bad idea. She was glaring down at me and her eyes were full of disgust. The song played in my mind at that moment, Alice's Cooper's Poison. She sauntered past me, "You're cruel device, you're blood like ice. One look, could kill, my pain, your thrill." It played over and over again in a rapid loop, and it never stopped even when the bell rang for school to finish.
I trudged back to the offices to hand in my slips. I opened the door and I was welcomed by the angry words of Ellen Cullen having a go at the secretary, I listened intently. She was trying to trade her place in Biology to another slot.
"Never mind, then," she said, her voice like velvet. "I can see that it's impossible. Thank you so much for your help." Her tone was sarcastic and venomous, she turned and shot a cold glance at me and walked past me. Eric Yorkie was indeed right, 'gorgeous' she was…but to me there was something more than that. Though also, she was partly…creepy.
I trudged out into the parking lot, swinging my keys in my fingers and walked to my truck. I placed my rucksack on the red rusty bonnet and put loose papers away. I stared back at the school and watched a line of boys stare at Ellen Cullen walking out with her family. Her hair was long and it cascaded down her back, it was unusual and pretty as it went well with her long black coat that gripped tight to her. I heard her say goodbye to the others, and walked over to her car…a silver Volvo. I whistled under my breath, she was just as beautiful as the car. But in confession, she beat the car by miles. She brought the keys out from her bag and swung the door open.
Her eyes twitched to my face, and she leaned her arm on the top of the Volvo. Threatening me. I coughed lightly getting the message and turned to fasten up my rucksack. I shut the door to my truck and put the keys in the ignition, I looked up to wipe my wind screen and she was still staring at me. She was in the car, and had her hand on the steering wheel. Her dark eyes were full of hate.
A deep growl came from her exhaust and she put the car forward. I watched her glare at me as she turned the corner to exit the school, and my mouth drooped with confusion. What the hell had I done?
The rest of the Cullens followed her in their glitzy cars; I waited…so the car park was nearly empty. I drove out quietly keeping my eyes on the road, as my mind danced with numerous questions whilst I drove back to Charlie's house.