So this here is the first story in a collection of stories i wrote, mostly twilight and vampire diaries fanfiction. including some crossovers between the two.
They're just stories i don't plan on finishing and were clogging up my memory, but being the sentemental person I am, didn't want to delete them.
So here they are, and if anyone wants to, feel free to pick up where i left off or whatever.
Enjoy!
Role Reversal Story
Bella's Point of View
I could hear Charlie moving around downstairs, shuffling papers as he strummed his guitar.
I smiled, loving the sound as he hummed along with the tune he had picked up.
"Bells?" he spoke suddenly, his fingers slowing until the strums were practically inaudible.
"Yeah dad?" I called, slipping my current Cosmo magazine off the side of my queen sized bed.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" I sighed, rising gracefully.
I slipped downstairs, taking a seat on one of our plush white love seats.
"Sure, what's up?" I smiled lightly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
Charlie played a note, his eyes staying on mine.
"I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you." he murmured, playing another three notes.
I sat back, startled.
Charlie and I weren't ones for soft moments really but it felt nice to hear him say that, even if I didn't exactly know why yet.
"Thanks." I whispered, looking down.
I was sure if I could I would have been blushing, and hard.
He was at my side in an instant, his hand squeezing my knee.
"I am, so happy that you've decided to go back to high school. This is a good opportunity for us, I can feel it." he declared, using his other hand to stroke the back of my head.
I nodded, leaning into his touch and resting my head on his shoulder.
"I love you dad." I whispered, hugging him to me.
"Love you too kiddo." he pecked my forehead and stood up, returning to his guitar.
"I'm gonna go pick out an outfit for tomorrow." I lifted myself from the couch, starting for the staircase.
"Night." he said, starting up the song he had been working on.
"Goodnight." I was up the stairs quickly, scurrying into my closet for an ensemble.
My walk-in closet was bigger than most, with separate rows of gowns, clubbing dresses, skirts, fashion tops, and so on.
I strayed to the back, towards my shelves of designer brand jeans.
Biting my lip, I fought between a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and light grey hipsters before deciding on the skinny's.
Then I made my way to the middle, where I picked out a form fitting gray tank top and a cute denim vest.
Satisfied I finally traipsed all the way to the back, to my shelves upon shelves of shoes.
I tapped a slender finger to my chin in thought, stroking along the edges of the metal racks until I plucked out a pair of strappy dark blue platform pumps.
"Perfect." I decided, carrying my outfit back to my room.
I tossed my clothes onto my gold comforter, heading towards the bathroom for a shower.
I turned the water to hot, steaming up the entire room just how I liked it.
Shedding my black Juicy sweats and white tank top I stepped into the shower, squirting a dollop of my favorite strawberries and cream shampoo into my hand.
I lathered it into my dark, waist length brown hair.
Once I was done with my shower, I slipped into a silk black bra and a pair of matching panties I had brought in with me.
I headed back into my bedroom, slipping into my clothes.
As soon as I was done with that I took out my blow drier and straightener and did my hair, smoothing it around my heart shaped face.
I flashed the mirror my mega-watt smile over my shoulder, peering at the small unfilled black star tattoo I had on my upper right arm.
I had gotten the tattoo on a whim on my eighty fifth birthday, by a professional vampire tattoo artist.
Adding to my star tattoo, I also had a small quote on the left side of my body over my ribs, and a scattering of birds on my right shoulder.
I shook my hair out of my face and grabbed a book from my shelves, The Vampire Diaries, and flopped onto my bed to read until it was time for school.
After Charlie left for work in the police cruiser I got ready to leave as well, selecting a brown leather hobo bag from my collection of totes and clutches.
I picked up my car keys and orange LG Env from off of my nightstand before heading down the stairs, taking one last glance at myself in the full length mirror hanging on the back of my door.
My hair hung straight and silky down to the small of my back, bangs swept to the right of my for head.
My outfit accentuated my curves, and the heels I had put on really elonginated my legs.
With my Rimmel London makeup flawlessly applied, lips slicked with cherry flavored lip gloss, Viva La Juicy perfume dabbed delicately onto my wrists, I was official ready to get out of here.
Downstairs I made sure all the doors were locked - even though I could easily hunt down an intruder - before going outside.
I took a deep breath of the crisp outside air, hugging my soft light brown leather jacket around me.
I wasn't cold, but it felt nice to act human sometimes.
I hopped into my car, a black Jeep Wrangler TJ, and peeled out of the driveway.
Twisting the knob I turned on the radio, switching stations until I found a good station.
'I want your drama / The touch of your hand / I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand / I want your love / Love-love-love / I want your love'
I bobbed my head, singing along to Lady Gaga's Bad Romance.
'I want your love and / I want your revenge / You and me could write a bad romance!'
The school was growing closer and I turned the music up, not bothered by the thumping bass beat at all.
Kids were crowded around tons of beat up old cars, laughing and chatting.
I smiled devilishly to myself, eager to show everyone up.
A lot of the time, vampires were known for being very timid and staying out of society's eye as much as they could so not to draw attention towards themselves.
But like Charlie always said, I was one strange cookie.
One strange, blood-loving cookie.
I laughed to myself, stopping the car in a spot as far from the school as possible.
I wanted time to see everybody's reaction towards me.
So with that thought in mind, I hopped out of my Jeep, retrieving my bag from the passenger seat.
I didn't look up until after I shut my door, soaking in the envious stares.
I hitched my tote bag up on my shoulder, starting my strut across the parking lot.
Anyone who hadn't been looking sure was now, green eyes, brown eyes, blue eyes, all eyes following my every move.
I winked flirtatiously at a cute little blonde guy holding the door open for me, nearly sending him into hysterics as he shouted to his friends that he had landed me.
I rolled my eyes, continuing my strut to the Front Office.
Inside an older woman with a frizzy red haircut sat at the wrap around desk, tapping away at her dinosaur computer's keyboard.
"Hi." I said politely, my bag slipping to my elbow as I placed both hands flat on the desk to get her attention.
"I'm Bella Swan. The new student." she gaped openly, searching for words.
"Uhh… yes, just a moment." she leaned her head down reluctantly, shuffling through some papers.
"I'm sorry." she stuttered. "I cant seem to find your registration papers."
I leaned forward slowly, trapping her in my eyes.
"Look again." I commanded, my pupils widening as I grabbed onto her mind.
"Everything is right there." she detached her gaze, glancing back down at the papers.
"Oh." she squeaked, "Here they are." she smiled sheepishly and walked to a filing cabinet.
"Here's your schedule and requirements, have a good day." I nodded, shoving the papers into my bag as I left the office.
The day from there went on without a hitch, except for when I nearly decapitated Mike Newton.
It was the blonde boy who'd held the door open for me, acting way too cocky for my liking.
When he asked me out for the twentieth time that day, talking about how we could have a good time in the back of his crappy little car, I snapped.
Before he had even realized, I had grabbed him around the throat and pulled him towards me.
"Leave. Me. Alone." I said each word slowly and loudly, nearly bursting out of my skin.
"Sorry." he whimpered, backing up as I shoved him away and went to my desk.
Thankfully the teacher hadn't seen anything, and everybody else was just happy someone had finally put him in his place.
When lunch time finally arrived I made my way to my locker first, dumping my morning classes books inside as well as my jacket.
I stuffed the books I would need for the afternoon classes into my bag, taking out my phone as I walked to the cafeteria.
I flipped it open to see I had one unread text message.
B,
Miss you sooo much!
Just thought Id see how my little
Bella boo is doing all by her lonesome.
Thinking of coming for a visit.
Maybe I'll stay for a while, shake up things at your school?
TTML (Talk to me later!)
Nessa
I giggled, typing a quick reply to my best friend.
V
Hey girly! Miss you too!
A visit? Awesome!
I need some social interaction and clubbing!
Anyways, I'm doing totally fine.
Actually, I just about snapped some kids head off.
I must've said no to him four thousand times before I finally just
grabbed him.
Send me the deets about when you're coming.
Love ya! 3
Bella Boo
I snapped my phone shut, tossing it into my bag as I finally entered the cafeteria.
Immediately the gossip and talk I had heard from down the hall died off, and everyone turned to stare as I made my way to the lunch line and ordered a single cup of hot chocolate.
Smiling as I paid the nice lady I turned around to see everybody offering me a seat.
Ignoring every single one of them I headed towards an empty round table in the back by the double glass doors.
I swung out a chair and sat down, pulling my I-pod out as I did.
I stuck the headphones into my ears, cranking up the volume as I cradled the coffee cup in my hands.
The steaming hot liquid felt nice against my icy hands, warming them down.
Smiling I closed my eyes, when suddenly, I heard them.
"Who's that?" Asked a velvet inquiring voice, wondering about me of course.
"Her?" Mike Newton, the vile little slime he was replied. "That's Bella Swan, the new chick."
I snorted, new chick?
What, were we in seventh grade now?
"Yeah, the new chick that beat Mike's ass during French." Tyler chuckled, nudging Mike who glared at him.
The boy who asked about me was quiet, leaning back in his chair.
"So…" he trailed off.
"Yeah so, apparently her mom died when she was like, two or something and her dad has been moving them around a lot ever since. He got a job as the chief of police real easy, and moved her here. Word is, she has a side job as a model."
I giggled silently, these humans had such wide imaginations.
"A model huh?" It was another new voice this time, a girl.
My eyes snapped open to gaze their table, curious.
Mike and Tyler stood and left, making room for her and the group that followed her.
She was beautiful, with cerulean blue eyes and thick wavy blonde hair.
Her tall, curvy figure was accentuated by a pair of perfectly fitted dark blue skinny jeans, a tailored draped white tank top, a red and white pin striped blazer and a pair of flat black knee high boots.
Her gaze was fixed on the bronze haired boy, her expression one of hatred.
I could tell right away that she was going to be one of those insanely vane girls.
"Babe don't start!" groaned a tall, overly buff guy who appeared at the table, a lunch tray piled high with slices of pizza and French fries.
"Humph." she turned away from him, crossing her arms over her perfectly sized chest.
He put down his tray and wrapped himself around her from behind, kissing her neck before she finally gave up on holding a grudge and faced him, running her hands through his thick short brown curls.
I rolled my eyes, couples…
"Oh!" I heard a gasp and I looked back, confused.
A small petite girl with short curly black hair sat at the table next to a concerned looking blonde man, her stone gray eyes glazed over.
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as I cocked my head to the side.
I had seen that look only once before, it was the look Vanessa got on her face when she went into a vision.
It wasn't possible for humans though…was it?
"Alice?" the blonde shook her, startling her as she snapped back to reality.
"Sorry." she murmured, rubbing her arms vigorously.
"What did you see Alice?" the blonde girl asked, touching her hand from across the table.
"It was, kind of a haze. Another new student, for some reason she reminded me of Bella." I turned my eyes downward as she gestured towards me, listening intently.
Was she thinking of Vanessa?
"What did she look like?" Velvet voice asked.
"She was pale with hazel eyes. Her hair was light blonde in tight curls, down to her shoulders. She was tall, very slender, and she was hugging someone, a girl with long brown hair, I actually think it was
Bella. It was out front of the school, and everyone was staring. There was snow, and snow was predicted for next Monday so I'm assuming it will be soon."
The group around her released deep breaths, relieved nothing bad was going to happen.
"Jasper?" The blonde boy looked down at Alice, smiling lightly.
"Yeah?" she leaned into his chest, closing her eyes.
"Do you think my visions will ever stop?" Jasper looked at the rest of their friends for help, who shrugged pathetically.
This only confirmed everything for me, she was a seer.
There were very few in existence, and Vanessa had been one of them once.
But after she had been turned, they were increased ten fold so that all of them were absolute.
Seers could see the future based on someone's decision, if they changed their mind, so did the vision they had had.
Only vampire's knew about seer's really, but only a few.
The seers had been an entire community at one point, the gene passed down so rapidly it was assumed that by the year 2000 that all humans would be seer's.
But when the Volturi found out about them, they destroyed as many as they could, and the gene died down to near extinction.
Vanessa was one of the last, and now, so was Alice.
I felt sort of sorry for her, and I knew instantly I would have to protect her god forbid any of the Volturi came here.
If she died, her blood would be on my hands, and I couldn't bear to live with that.
Shaking my head I glanced at the clock, seeing that lunch was nearly over.
I stood up slowly, shoving my I-pod back into my bag, and carried my hot chocolate to the nearest garbage where I dumped it and started for the Biology room.
Instead of going straight there, I made a detour and stopped in the bathroom to check my phone.
Vanessa had sent me another message, subject: YEAH!
I flipped open my cell, reading it quickly.
B,
O.M.G.
I'm coming! And not in the sexual way ;)
I decided I am going to enroll FHS!
How excited are you! Tons, I'm sure
C u soon!
Toodles 3
Nessa
I giggled, snapping my phone shut after I sent a quick reply telling her how happy I was.
Checking the time, I suddenly realized in a few moments I was going to be late for class.
"Shit." I muttered, jamming my phone back in my pocket.
I rushed from the bathroom, my heels clicking as I darted down the hallway to room B109.
"Well, looks like we have a late comer." the teacher- Mr. Banner it had said on my schedule- said, making my arrival known to my classmates.
I smiled brilliantly, heading up to his desk to hand him the slip he was supposed to sign.
"Here you go Mr. Banner." I murmured, leaning down.
He ripped his gaze away from my cleavage, signing the scrap of paper.
I grinned, turning back around to find a seat.
And of course, there was a seat available right next to phsycic girl's friend.
Smirking, I took a seat beside him.
I was feeling fairly confident about introducing myself, and finding a way to get close to the seer, when it hit me.
My eyes blackened as I breathed in his scent, my nostrils flaring.
He was looking straight at the board, his head leaning on one hand.
It would be all too easy to reach over and snap his neck, drink his blood for all it was worth.
I could feel the veins appear under my eyes and I gasped, putting my head down.
If anyone saw me like this, I was dead, done fore.
He was looking at me, and I could sense it.
The veins receded as my panic set in, and I looked up at him slowly.
He opened his mouth to say something, when there was a knock at the door.
I praised the lord for the distraction, but when a student got up to open it, I internally groaned.
My father stood stiffly, arms over his chest.
"I'm here to excuse Bella. There's an emergency." I sighed in relief, and collected my things.
"Uh, yes of course." Mr. Banner smiled tightly, probably annoyed my father had ruined his breast ogling time.
I rushed out of the room, walking ahead of him.
"You have impeccable timing." I muttered, keeping my head down.
"Vanessa called." he whispered, catching up to me.
"She saw you killing a boy in the Biology room…" he trailed off, rubbing a hand over his face.
"I don't understand." I murmured, nearly forgetting he was there as I walked to my car.
"What do you mean?" he asked, placing a firm hand on my shoulder.
"I mean, I have never wanted a human's blood more than I did just then." I whispered.
His eyes widened, and he shook his head. "You mean…" he stuttered.
"I think so." I stopped, turning to face him as we stood by my car, silent.
"He's your singer."
I simply shrugged, unlocking my car door dejectedly.
"I guess so." I muttered, getting in. "What am I going to do? We can't leave so soon it would cause suspicion."
Charlie looked down at me, nodding to himself.
"I know, you're right." he frowned, running a hand through his hair.
"Maybe you should take a weekend to hunt for awhile before coming back, a little break you know?" he suggested, bending down to touch my shoulder.
I nodded, starting the car. "I'll see you at home."
With that, I drove off from the school, filled to the brim with self-hatred.
Bella's Point of View
The weekend went by slowly, filled with drained deer and trees destroyed through frustration.
Charlie was proud of me for not running from my problems, making sure to remind me of it every chance he got.
By the time Monday rolled around, Vanessa had updated me on everything she had mentioned in her vague text message I had gotten about joining my school.
Apparently her mother, Serena, and father, William, had relocated their family to France.
She expressed, very clearly, how she felt about the annoying, overly enthusiastic French men lusting after her.
In a spur of the moment sort of situation, she booked a flight to New
York and sent her papers to Forks High School for enrollment.
Her things had already arrived and were taking up the space in the bedroom next to mine.
At the moment, I stood in front of the full-length mirror hanging on the back of my door, approving my appearance for the day.
My dark brown eyes were wide, surrounded by thick black lashes enhanced by my Lash Blast mascara, my lips slicked over with cherry flavored chapstick, and my hair hung straight and thick down to the small of my back, my bangs swept to the right side of my face.
I had dressed myself in a pair of dark blue distressed skinny jeans that hung low on my hips and hugged my legs perfectly, a draped white tank top with sky blue paisley designs scattered across it, and a pair of strappy brown wedges.
I wore a large heart pendant that rested in the hollow of my throat, as well as a pair of silver hoop earrings peeking out from behind my curtain of hair.
I sighed, dreading my soon-to-be encounter with the Cullen boy, and his all too tempting blood.
Shaking my head I turned away from the mirror, slipping on my worn in brown leather jacket.
I left it open and started out the door, retrieving my bag from where it hung on my door knob.
Charlie had already left for work, his coat and unnecessary gun missing from the coat rack in the corner.
Smiling, I grabbed my keys from the end table by the door and jogged to my car, locking the front door behind me.
Sliding into the front seat, I started the car and turned on the music, turning it up as To lose my life by White Lies blasted from my speakers.
'Let's grow old together, / And die at the same time! / Let's grow old together, / And die at the same time!'
I twisted the knob up and sang along, wishing that the lyrics were possible for me and my father.
"If only…" I muttered, pulling into the school.
Everyone in the parking lot turned to stare at me, including my almost-meal from last Friday.
I sighed, climbing out with my bag dangling from my elbow.
I beeped my car locked as I walked towards the school, passing the Cullen group.
When suddenly, "Bella boo!"
My eyes widened, and I stopped dead in my tracks right beside Edward Cullen's car.
He was looking at me curiously from where he leaned on the Volvo.
I whipped around to face my best friend Vanessa, who stood with her hands on her hips across the parking lot.
She wore a pair of low rise skinny jeans, a loose dark blue tank top, a pair of black heeled cowboy boots with white wings inscribed on the sides, a gray Doma leather jacket, and a gentle smirk.
Her snowy white skin gleamed in the dim light straining through the clouds, and her bouncy blonde curls were pulled back into a half up half down.
She narrowed her clear hazel eyes at me, pretending to be mad.
"How come I haven't gotten my hug yet bitch?" she asked, stepping towards me.
I rushed at her, squeezing her to me.
"I missed you." I squealed, breathing in her familiar scent of coconuts and Chanel perfume.
She giggled, pulling away and holding me at arms length. "Same."
Then her eyebrows furrowed and she cocked her head to the side. "What's wrong?"
I shook my head, "Nothing. I'll tell you later."
She nodded, tapping my nose. "You better, I want a full report."
I rolled my eyes, looping my arm through hers and leading her into the school.
"So Paris wasn't good enough for you?" I teased, poking her side.
Vanessa threw her head back and laughed, attracting the attention of several students around us.
"Nope. The Paris men all tasted like wine, cheap wine." she muttered.
I frowned, shaking my head at her. "Nessa…"
"I know I know!" she held up her hands in surrender, stopping beside me as I opened my locker.
"You can't feed here Nessa, it's not like Paris." I told her, getting out my English binder.
She rolled her eyes but nodded, "I know. I'll stick to the murderers of Seattle."
"Isn't that a little out of the way?" I asked, cocking one eyebrow.
She shrugged, slamming my locker shut for me. "Yeah, but I'm not exactly a blood bag kinda girl."
"Whatever." I led her to the front office to get her schedule.
"Hi!" Vanessa greeted the secretary, leaning over the desk.
"I'm Vanessa, the new transfer student!" she was all chipper and bubbly and I hid my giggles behind one pale hand.
We retrieved her schedule, which was 'conveniently' the exact same as mine and we started off for first period.
Our morning classes went by fast, thankfully…
We were walking to lunch when I explained the singer situation.
"Wow." she murmured, leaning against the wall outside the cafeteria.
"Yeah…" I trailed off, twirling a lock of hair around one finger.
"Oh, and there's one other thing." I mentioned, holding up my hand to stop her from heading into the lunch room.
"What?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.
"There's a seer here, but she doesn't know it."
Vanessa gave a squeal, muffled by my hand.
"Shh!" I shushed her, looking around the hallway suspiciously.
"Oh my god!" she shouted as I removed my hand.
I giggled, nodding as she gripped my shoulders, questioning in her eyes.
"She gets visions, but she doesn't understand everything about them." I explained, leading her into the cafeteria.
Just like my first day, everyone turned to stare and we both rolled our eyes.
Bypassing the lunch line we headed to my empty table, sitting close with our backs to the windowed wall.
"They should be here soon." I said, putting my feet up on the chair beside me.
Vanessa nodded and turned to gaze at the cafeteria entrance.
Edward and his wonderful blood walked in first, looking as handsome as the last day I was here.
He was laughing about something, probably Alice as she flitted in beside him.
Her petite figure was accentuated by a royal blue fitted blouse and a high-waisted black skirt that ended just above her knees.
She danced in on a pair of black platform pumps that could only be defined as stilts, the long necklace she was wearing making a jingling sound as she fiddled with it.
"That's her." I murmured to Vanessa, discreetly nodding my head at
Alice.
She grinned, hopping up and down excitedly in her seat.