Beatrice Renesmee Prior Cullen

Crossover: Divergent/Twilight

Author's note: This posting is just a temporary rough draft. Except for the Crossover plot twist itself, this story follows Twilight canon, and Divergent canon. This fan-fic contains references to some of my other fan-fics. Some lines from both the books and movie have been changed. This posting is just a rough draft, I will probably make modifications and edit and re-post before long.

Chapter 1

It had been six months since Anubis had tried to destroy Earth, but for now all was well. It was my wedding day, the day me and my Jacob say our 'I do's'. We were on the Quileute Indian Reservation. We were in some giant waterproof pavilion-like tents that had been set up. It was two minutes to the ceremony. I was wearing a beautiful white wedding dress that Aunt Alice had dressed me in, as well as the beautiful sapphire hair clip that grandma Renee wanted mama to pass on to her daughter. I refused to take off the Quileute bracelet that my Jacob gave me, or the locket that mama gave me, or the super techno-watch that the Esper Matilda Wormwood gave me. Daddy was ready to walk me down the aisle.

"You nervous sweetie?" asked my father, who was a mind reader so he knew exactly how I was feeling.

"No daddy." I thought. "I've been waiting for this day since the day I was born."

"Then let's go." he said as he took my arm.

The traditional wedding song began. Daddy and I walked no faster than human speed. I saw all of the wedding guests. Only people who were in on the secret were at this wedding. I saw the Amazons, who had dispensed with the animal skins for the first time ever for the event. Zafrina prejected an illusion to all of us that we were outside on a sunny day. Many of the nomads were here. The Irish and Egyptian covens were here. I saw the Denalis, my Alaskan cousins. Huilen and Nahuel were there along with his sisters and father. The entire pack was there, along with all of their objects of imprinting including Jonathan Morter the Esper who held Leah's hand. Some of the older imprinted wolf-girls had bloated stomachs indicating the late stages of pregnancy, while some of the other older imprinted girls were hanging onto the hands of young toddlers.

I saw the whole family. All of my grandparents, Carlisle and Esme. Charlie and Sue. And Renee and Phil, along with their son, my seven year-old uncle Nigel Dwyer. There was aunt and uncle, Alice and Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett, and our newest coven member uncle Valentine Cullen.

Then at the altar I saw my Jacob. He was wearing a black suit and white tie. I was dazzled by the sight of him. Beside him was my mother who was his best man. Apparently you don't need to be a man to be a bridegrooms best man. Across from them was my Maid of Honor Matilda Wormwood the Esper.

Our honeymoon will be to some tropical resort in California. (Apparently the resort is supposed to be clothing-optional.)

"It is now time to choose where you all feel that you truly belong."

What was that? Who said that? It sounded like a man's voice, but no man I know. None of the wedding guests.

Never mind.

Daddy and I continued to walk towards the altar. I then heard the voice again.

"At the end of the war that destroyed the world one hundred years ago, our ancestors formed the five factions."

Am I overhearing someone's private conversation with my vampire hearing from beyond the tree line?

"Abnegation, blamed selfishness. Erudite blamed ignorance. Dauntless blamed cowardess. Candor blamed dishonesty. And Amity blamed cruelty."

It sounded distant and echoy, and then I realized I wasn't hearing it in my ear. I was hearing it inside my head.

"Daddy." I thought inside my head. "Do you hear that?"

"Yes sweetie, but only inside your head? Strange?" daddy whispered under his breath.

"You sixteen year-olds are all good people with a positive virtue that will contribute to the community and society of this city. When I call your name, please step forward and choose whether you will be selfless, brave, intelligent, honest, or kind."

"Daddy, if I'm having auditory hallucinations, then I'm worried something is wrong with me." I thought.

"Do you want to temporarily delay the ceremony?" whispered daddy.

"No. I will deal with this." I thought.

The voice in my head began to call out one name after another as well as the name of the factions that he mentioned, interspersed with applause.

I reached the alter. Daddy kissed me on the forehead and handed me off to My Jacob. Mama stepped closer and kissed me on the cheek, my fingers brushed her cheek and I told her telepathically that I love her, and then she stepped back behind My Jacob. Jacob's father Billy Black looking strong and healthy, after he had first phased a few months ago by special circumstances, stepped up to the altar to perform the ceremony.

"Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to witness the joining of two immortal mythical creatures who love each other so much that that they wish to be together forever." said Billy to the audience. "Incidentally, this marriage will forever bond together a permanent alliance between Quileute werewolves and vegetarian vampires."

I still continued to hear the man's voice in my head as he rattled off names. What is going on? Why am I hearing this mysterious man's voice now? But I don't want to postpone the ceremony over strange auditory hallucinations.

"If anyone here can give good cause for why these two should not be married here today, then please speak now or forever hold your peace." said Billy.

There was no response from the wedding guests.

"Who might I ask gives this woman to be married to my son?" asked Billy.

"Her mother and I do." said daddy.

"Caleb Prior." said the voice inside my head.

"Jacob William Black, do you take Renesmee Carlie Cullen to be your wedded wife, to live together with her in a state of matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor her, and keep her, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, through sickness and in health, from now and forever?"

"Erudite." said the voice.

My Jacob looked me in the eyes and in that moment it seemed as though he had imprinted on me all over again.

"I do!" he said with the utmost determination on his face and in his voice.

"Beatrice Prior." said the voice.

I wish this stupid voice would shut up during my wedding ceremony.

"Do you Renesmee Carlie Cullen, take Jacob William Black to be your wedded husband, to live together with him in a state of matrimony, will you love him, comfort him, honor him, and keep him, for richer and poorer, for better or for worse, through sickness and in health, from now and forever?"

I closed my eyes to blink away tears of joy before I answer. But before I could open my eyes I feel an odd sort of vertigo, and then my body was in a different position. Something was wrong. I opened my eyes. I then felt very confused and disoriented. I took in my surroundings. How did I get here? Wasn't I somewhere else a moment ago. Yes, I was standing at the altar in front of my Jacob, on the Quileute reservation. But this place was clearly not the wedding tent. I was in an auditorium of some kind, and the seats were full of people. One section the people were wearing grey. One section was wearing yellow. One section was wearing blue. One section was wearing black. And one section was wearing white. Was this Zafrina's illusion?

I glanced down and saw I was wearing grey like the people in one of the sections. A long sleeve cardigan going all the way to my wrists over a full body skirt going all the way to my ankles. Very plain looking and unattractive.

'What am I doing here? How did I get here?' I thought to myself again. 'Was I teleported? Both the Espers and the Asgard can do that. But I don't think that's it. And why am I six inches shorter than I was before.'

I knew that I had never been in this room before, and the scents of all of the individual people in the room were unfamiliar to me, and I remember the scent of every person I have ever smelled.

With my vampire sense of smell, and my vampire thirst, I could smell that a lot of people in the room have open wounds. There were five big basins in front of me that my nose could tell were sprinkled with fresh blood from multiple sources. Beside me was a man with a microphone. He was wearing grey clothes also.

In my right hand I held a bloody knife, while my other hand had a cut across the palm.

All of this had happened in only a few short seconds. (Vampire speed-thinking) My bleeding left hand right at that moment was stretched out across a basin of hot coals. With my vampire rapid-healing the wound on my hand had already healed, but a trickle of blood from my hand fell and sizzled on the hot coals.

"Dauntless." said the man who was standing in front of me.

The people from the section who were all dressed in black cheered and applauded, while the people wearing grey began a disappointed muttering. The man then reached out to take the knife from me. He looked at me expectant but I guess the look of confusion on my face was a little too obvious. His face then turned to polite concern.

"Beatrice? Are you alright?"

Beatrice? Why did he call me Beatrice? Other than the fact that I'm mysteriously six inches shorter, do I not look like myself? If I did look like myself than no one in this room would know who I am, and more or less everyone in this room seems to recognise me. But still, WHY AM I HERE? I should make a break for it, but no, after a lifetime of ingrained family training I knew I was alone in a room full of humans, therefore my instinct is to make them believe I am human. I got a feeling that I couldn't just up and leave, I had to play a part. I wanted to ask for information, but I had to be careful.

Okay Renesmee, think. What is going on? I was about to say 'I do', when all of a sudden I appear to have been magically transported to some strange place. Horrible timing. And from what I can tell, everyone seems to think I am this 'Beatrice' person. This will be totally ridiculous and crazy, but it could be possible that I have been spontaneously sent into an alternate-universe, or maybe traveled to another time, and also... I feel my face with my hands... this is not my face... and I'm six inches shorter... my brain's mind and consciousness has been put into the body of someone else. But I can still feel my heart beat; 180 beats a minute, just like a vampire-hybrid. My body temperature is still 8 degrees ferinheight above normal human temperature. The wound on my hand healed fast. I still have vampire senses. I still have vampire speed-thinking. It seems that when my brain's mind and consciousness was put into this human host, the host spontaneously/instantaneously was transformed into a vampire-hybrid.

And the situation that I just spontaneously dropped into at this precise timing? My host had cut her hand, and put blood in a basin, and I am directed to a group of people in black. It is obvious that this is some kind of sacred ceremony, or something like that.

In the interest of keeping my secret and finding out what is going on, I should play along. At least for a little while.

Less than a second had passed by. (Vampire speed-thinking)

"Yeah," I say to the man, "I'm fine."

I handed him the knife and went in the direction of the ones that I have assumed are called 'the Dauntless'.

I then realized that my hair was in a bun. I reached to the back of my head and pulled out the hair-pin and shook my hair out. I then saw that I was blond when the tips of my hair came into my view below my shoulders. Oh well, I can work with that. One of the Dauntless people stood there shaking my hand then led me to the back of the group where other teenagers stood. Most of them wore black while some of them wore either blue or white. Only one wore yellow, and I was the only one wearing grey.

I stood there and waited. The ceremony continued for a little while. My guess from my observations as well as my vampire photographic-memory reference to the auditory-hallucination while walking down the aisle, that these kids who were 16 were born into these groups, or houses, kind of like fraternities, which I observed they called 'factions', and now had to choose to stay with the faction of their origin or go to another one. And I think they had to leave their families because I observed a woman in one of the rows who must have been in her late thirties cover her face and burst into tears when the next boy who was wearing white, which I observed called themselves 'Candor', chose to join the one's referred to as 'Erudite'. What is this place? And what kind of 'System' is this that they live by? The auditory-hallucination while I was walking down the aisle said there had been a war one-hundred years ago that destroyed the world. It then occurred to me that logically if at the end of their great war a few survivors might have tried to come up with a new more effective 'System', whatever flaws it might have, in any good peaceful 'System' the people would need to make some sacrifices in order to have peace.

Finally the last five people on the list were called.

"Susan Black." said the man by the basins.

Black? There is a name that stands out for me. Ironic, as frustratingly, it is supposed to be my new name right now!

Susan Black walked up from the people wearing grey. She cut her hand and held it over the basin filled with grey stones without hesitation or second-thought. The blood dripped.

"Abnegation." said the man.

There was applause from the grey clothed section as she walked right back to where she came.

"Robert Black."

Was he her brother? Maybe twins? Or a cousin? The boy in grey clothes walked over to the basins. Cut his hand, and with a hint of apprehension, dripped his blood into the basin filled with dirt.

"Amity."

There was an appreciative applause from the people wearing yellow as Robert Black went to stand with them, and a disappointed murmuring from the people in grey.

Three people left.

"Becca Auburn."

She was also from Abnegation. She walked over to the basins. Cut her hand and dripped it into the grey stones.

"Abnegation." said the man.

She walked right back to her grey clothed family.

"Molly Atwood."

A tall girl wearing white walked to the basins, took the clean fresh knife that had been placed on the table a second earlier, and cut her hand. But rather than drip her blood in the basin filled with glass she dripped her blood over the hot coals.

"Dauntless."

She received cheers from the people in black clothing around me and came over to stand with the rest of us.

Then there was one person left.

"Don Aaronson."

A boy wearing yellow clothing walked to the basins, cut his hand and held it over the dirt. His hand dripped.

"Amity."

The boy walked back to his yellow clothed parents.

"Congratulations to each and every one of you for the choice you made." said the man in grey with the microphone. "To all initiates who chose the faction of their birth, your faction is proud to not to have to lose you. To all transfer-initiates, you will be missed, but your sacrifice of your old home is not in vain, for your new faction is presently your family, and you are now an asset to them, and they welcome you with open arms as one of their own. Initiates, let your new life begin. Court is adjourned."

The people I was sitting with were the first to get up and run to the doors cheering. I followed at human speed. I caught a glimpse of a middle aged man and woman wearing grey in the Abnegation section looking right at me, the man's face had a look of disappointment while the woman was smiling at me in approval. Who are they? Maybe my host body's family.

When we got outside I looked around, trying to find some landmarks. Some of the buildings were wrecked while some others seemed to be recently renovated. There were street signs. The shape of some of the broken buildings. The public square. The elevated train. This is Chicago! I recognize it because me and the family stayed here for a year when I pretended to go through the sixth grade. Okay, now I have my bearings. I just need to figure out why I'm here now, and how I got here? I need to find a way to wake up from this dream, or transfer my mind back to my own body in my own universe. This might seem to someone else like I'm giving up to soon, but assuming I'm going to be trapped in both this body and alternate timeline for an extended length of time, I'm going to need a place to stay while I figure something out.

I didn't know where I was supposed to go, so I just followed the other Dauntless. The outfit I was wearing was hardly an outfit for running, the ankle-length skirt inhibited my stride. But I assumed that since my host body had decided to join a new faction she was no longer required to wear this, as I only assumed that the clothes was some sort of cultural expectation of the Abnegation. I bunch up a wad of the fabric of the skirt in one hand just above my knees, and then with my other hand with the vampire strength I ripped off the fabric at that length, exposing my legs. That's better. I didn't know if littering was a crime around here but I toss the fabric away. A lot of people around me look in my direction with looks curiosity and surprise at my behavior. The sun was shining, but because I am a vampire-hybrid rather than a pure-vampire, my skin does not sparkle in the sun. I then ran after the other Dauntless. I made sure not to run faster than human speed. They headed for the train station. They all ran up to the tracks and stood and waited. The train began to approach. It slowed down a little, but it didn't stop. The first car, slowly, but not that slow, passed right by and the people began following along side it.

"What are we supposed to do?" I asked the Dauntless girl I was running beside.

"Jump into the open door." she said.

What? They're insane... well, it's not a dangerous stunt for a vampire, but for a human it's a dare devil stunt.

"What if you fail to be able to do it?" I asked out of curiosity.

"You become factionless." said the girl.

Factionless? I can't help but feel that among these people that is not good.

They all started jumping into the open doors as they ran along side the train. Everyone seemed to be managing fine except for a smaller boy wearing blue clothes who was last in line. He fell just behind the last car. He was not going to make it. The kid left his family for this and now he won't have anything? No, I couldn't let that happen. Momma and daddy taught me to keep the secret no matter what, but they also taught me compassion, that I should help people. Maybe a small show of just a little speed and strength won't make anyone suspicions.

I fell back just a little, grabbed the boy's arm, and ran us slightly faster than the train. When we caught up, I grabbed the handle on the side of the door, stepped onto the ledge, put my hand under the boy's armpit, and with vampire-strength I lifted the boy into the door and then pulled myself in.

"Thanks stiff. I owe you one." said the boy gratefully.

Did he just call me 'stiff'? By his tone of voice I could tell that it had some sort of philosophical connotation, but I couldn't tell if it was a compliment or an insult. Though his remark expressed gratitude. I felt like questioning him about his use of the word, but then at the same time I couldn't help but feel that apparently I am supposed to know of its meaning so therefore he would become suspicious if I was to ask.

"No problem." I told him politely. "My parents always told me that I should help others."

"I assumed so." said the boy as though it was obvious.

"Obvious I suppose. All parents teach their children to help others." I said.

"No. You're Abnegation, you're all selfless." he corrected in a matter of fact tone.

Within the first fraction of a second I reminded myself that I should not act surprised and that I was supposed to know this. My photographic memory reminded me that while I was walking down the aisle with Daddy, my auditory hallucination said that the Abnegation faction blamed selfishness on the destruction of the world.

"Of course." I responded.

"I'm Mickey by the way." said the small Erudite boy.

"Nice to meet you." I acknowledged politely.

"Glad you two made it." said a girl with brown skin wearing white clothing. "I'm Christina."

An introduction and handshake. I have to be careful with handshakes because many humans think I have a fever when they shake my hand. As for the introduction, what name should I use? My hosts name? If I'm going to be in this body and universe for an extended length of time then I will go with my own name.

"You're Beatrice, right?" Christina interrupted before I could say anything.

I guess she would have heard my host's name when it was called at the ceremony, or else knew of my host before I got here.

"Yes, that's right." I confirmed for her benefit.

She shook my hand and her eyes darted down to my warm hand. Maybe she won't care? Most humans don't. Most humans mind their own business.

"Do you have a scorching fever?" asked Christina.

I stand corrected.

"No." I said convincingly, composing my body language so my face doesn't give my lie away, just like momma and daddy taught me. "Must be from the exertion of running."

She dropped the subject and started talking, and in five minutes we had become good friends.

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