(A/N I know Bella doesn't have a sister but in my story she does... Her and Edward are already together and everything is the same... Until her sister comes.)

Chapter One

BPOV

The door bell interrupted my dreamless sleep that was aided by Edward's cool arms. I groaned, glancing at the clock. It was five thirty! Who the hell was disturbing me at five thirty in the morning? I groaned once more, shoving myself up and forcefully opening my eyelids. "Do you think if we ignored them they'll go away?" I moaned, clasping my hands around his neck and shutting my eyes once more. He chuckled and my doubts were dampened as the knocking and ringing continued. I glanced at Edward's face and he disappeared in the closet.

For a brief second of delusion I thought Charlie might have locked himself out, but then I remembered he was with Billy for his four-day fishing weekend. This questioning had slowed me down half a second, enough for the impatient guest to knock once more, a quick rapid tap.

I rubbed my eyes, yawned then yanked the door.

"Bella!" the brown haired girl screeched throwing her arms open, inviting me into a hug. I automatically squealed, leaping into her arms. She was relatively taller than me so I jumped while hugging her, almost knocking her down.

I finally backed out of her arms, examining my sister. She seemed thinner than she had been five years ago, but her muscles were leaner, as if she had gone through intense fitness training when she moved out. Her green eyes were still as livid and intimidating as always, but there was something different about those eyes, there was something different about her. But that didn't halt my wave of excitement to my sister. I hadn't seen or heard from her in a long time.

"Where have you been?" I asked, attacking her with another hug. "I've missed you!"

"Oh my dear, sweet, young and naive sister, you haven't changed a bit. Have you?"

"Come on! We have so much to talk about!" I shrieked, dragging her up the stairs and into my room. It was hard though, and if she wasn't going willingly I wouldn't have budged her, which shocked me because of her flimsy weight.

EPOV

When Bella shrieked I was ready to fly down those stairs, but I relieved shortly after that this squeal was nothing more than a display of human emotion or excitement. It was interesting since screaming usually requires a person to be frightened, but apparently, in some cases, it doesn't.

I watched through the crack of the closet, as the two sisters sat on Bella's small bed, ready to trade information on the on goings of their lives. I was surprised when I felt hurt that Bella had not told me she had a sister, when she had clearly been an important part to Bella. I thought she would have mentioned something of the pretty, dainty and fragile looking girl. It was hard to think these two were sisters. The girl's hair was a red brown, straight and tossed into a messy bun, held by chop sticks. Her eyes were a piercing green which even intimidated me, the way she stared defiantly into faces. Her pale skin did indeed match Bella's, yet it seemed almost paler, it could have belonged to one of my kind. If it wasn't for the green colored eyes I would have thought she was one of our kind with her pale skin, sharp features and odd beauty. This human girl could have even Rosalie running for cover. But she seemed fragile, however, through her steely exterior. I listened intently to the conversation, trying to pick up facts about this girl, as I was having second doubts about not being next to Bella while this intruder was here.

"So where have you've been? What have you've been doing with your life?" Bella was the first to ask, obviously excited to see this elusive sister of hers who had been absent for five years.

"Traveling, getting in trouble, the usual," the girl smirked.

Bella casted a false glance of disapproval, shaking her head mockingly. "I wouldn't expect anything different…"

"Same here!" her sister counter acted. "I mean look at this!" she gestured to the room, her eyes gliding over every surface. She paused for a moment at the closet, I froze, wondering if I had been spotted, but she quickly moved on. "Your life is still plain, boring and drab. Don't you ever get bored of being the goody two shoes you are? With your perfect A's, your neat room, your reading of Wuthering Heights," she scoffed. I clenched my hands into tight fists while this girl mocked my Bella. But then another complication rose. The room was silent of thoughts. I had gotten use to being handicapped from hearing Bella's but I could not even hear her sister's. But it wasn't silent; it was painful trying to listen to her sister's. I stopped trying after a minute or two, feeling like I would get a headache.

"Oh and what? Do you like your life of rebellion?" Bella fired.

"I am not rebellious; a better word would be manipulative or sly." The girls laughed but there was something serious about her words; they were not a lie.

I started getting more frantic about leaving Bella bear, without her shield. Maybe I could move so quick that I could get out her closet, go through her window and knock on her door, despite the fact it was still five in the morning. I knew Bella would not notice my dash but I had a feeling her sister would. So I just stood there, feeling completely helpless even if the lack of danger.

"Anyways," Bella jumped to a different topic, "Charlie will be ecstatic that you're here!"

"Uh, about that," Bella's sister bit her bottom lip, tugging at the soft flesh, a habit that both of them shared. "Well Charlie and I had a little blow out before I left to travel. I don't think it will be the best idea for him to know, if you catch my drift."

"Well, where will you sleep?" Bella asked protectively over her big sister.

"Hey, I'm Ivy! I always find away. Have you lost faith in me, little sister?"

Bella's friendly face was erased with a mask of concern. "I'm worried about you, that's all. You find yourself in the worst positions, and even if you always make it out one of these times you won't. I'll help you find a safe place to stay, I am the responsible one. Remember?"

Ivy sighed. "Leaving this family at the age of fourteen was one of the best decisions I made."

"How!" Bella was angry. "Dropping out of high school? Was that a good decision? Leaving your family? Was that a good decision? Going out onto the cruel streets alone? Was that a good decision?"

"Okay, okay, mom. While you were with mom and dad living your spoiled perfect life, I was out in the world growing a back bone. I faced with reality, Bella! Not everywhere you go you're going to have somewhere to sleep made for you! I learned how to live off of myself alone, while you were here being a spoiled brat! Life is a bitch and I realize that now! You can't trust anyone! It is only you out there!" Ivy raged, her face burning with anger.

She stood up abruptly, brushing her jeans off as if they were dirty. "I think I should go," she finally decided, examining Bella's hurt face.

Bella watched her sister take a few steps toward the door before stopping her. "Wait, Ivy, please don't go. You just got hear."

Ivy turned to look at her pleading sister and sat back down on the bed, gingerly. The girls went on with their questions as I simmered down, waiting patiently for Ivy to leave. I mean how long could girls talk for?

A. Long. Time.

They talked about where Ivy had been, if she was resuming high school (yes), where she thought of staying and such. Some of the subjects seemed so private to both Ivy and Bella I felt like some rude intruder. I wonder if Bella had forgotten me.

Two hours past and they were still chatting. Finally the mention of boyfriends came across. As I had expected, Ivy wasn't the kind of girl who had steady relationships. She had gone through the worlds fare share of guys.

"So how about you?" Ivy asked, "Who's your knight and shining armor?"

Bella blushed, automatically glancing towards the closet to acknowledge me that she knew I was still there. Ivy followed her quick glance, smirking an open smirk. "Is he here?" she asked.

But Bella made a flaw, she responded too quickly, being very defensive. "No!" Bella shouted. "No, o-of course not! Why would you think that?!"

"He's here, isn't he?" Ivy got up, "Well let's find him then."

"Ivy, please. Just sit back down."

"How bout while we are finding him, I guess the name. If I guess the name correctly you tell me if he's here." She moved around the room, ready to start searching.

"He isn't here," Bella whined chucking a pillow at her head. Ivy dodged it quickly, moving to Bella's drawer.

"Andy?" She opened the first drawer revealing undergarments that, as modest as they were, made Bella blush. Bella refused to even glance in my direction.

"Mathew? Jacob?" she guessed, opening two more drawers revealing a skimpy amount of clothes. I glanced around the closet realizing Bella didn't have a lot of clothes, most of them not even proper for the chilly weather here. I had to get Alice to take her shopping against her will which wouldn't take a lot of convincing on my part.

Ivy said the names all across the room. She finally stopped in front of the closet, placing her hands on the knobs. I heard Bella's desperate attempt to stop her but it was ignored by Ivy. I was trapped, unless I knocked her out quick enough… but Bella would get extremely upset with me seeing her intense connection and emotions toward this girl. "How about…" Ivy thought carefully, swinging the doors open revealing my cold glare, "Edward." She smirked, placing her hands on her hips, "Now tell me, what are you doing here?"

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