Title: Somewhere I Belong

Rating: Rated M

Genre: Angst/Romance/Friendship

Main Characters: Isabella 'Bella' Swan, Jasper 'Major' Whitlock, Peter 'Smiles' Callan, Maria, Newborn Vampire(s)

Character Pairings: Jasper/Bella

Disclaimer: All belongs to the mighty SM! (Stephenie Meyer) But, I wouldn't mind if she gave me Jasper... ;D

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Isabella 'Bella' Swan POV-

Papa is sure to be displeased with me, I thought to myself, but I just couldn't seem to walk away from the book that I was currently oggling. I have never seen this book, and I own every book there is. I looked through my purse, gathering up the proper amount of money so that I could buy this book. He won't do anything to me if I am a little late, I reasured myself, It's not as if anyone will do anything to me. I giggled aloud, not caring for all of the looks that I recieved. Let them believe that I am crazy, maybe then they will leave me be.

I walked to the front of the store, and was displeased when I noticed that it seemed that everyone in the town had decided to visit this one book store out of the ten that we had. There is no way that I am waiting for five hours just so that I can buy one book. So I did what any human would do; I walked straight up to the front of the line, and pushed the man in the front of the line out of the way.

I ignored his loud protests, and handed my book to the woman standing behind the counter. Her eyes were the size of an owls, at which I started to giggle at her. The young woman was no longer standing before me; Instead, she was transformed into an owl. She had the beak, feather's, and I watched as her head spun around 180 degrees. I blinked my eyes, and the young woman once again stood before me, minus the owl attachments. I was a little dissapointed when my imagination dissapated; It reminded me how boring the real life was. I let a small sigh escape my lips.

The woman had made no move to grab the book that I was waving in front of her face, still in shock for what I had done, probably. Doesn't she understand that I will not lower myself to wait in line for hours on end? Does she not recognize who I am? Of course, she is a commoner... That explains it. I softened slightly; Commoners needed more time to process their thoughts, so I would giver her a couple minutes to oggle my beauty. I didn't mind, it wasn't as if I had anything better to do.

I small tap on my left shoulder had me turning around swiftly, angry that anyone had dared to touch me. A man stood before me; It took me a couple seconds until I recognized him as the man that I had pushed out of my way. I looked him over, from his head to his toes and scoffed silently. Barely presentable, especially not for going into such a public place as this. Dirt covered every inch of him, he smelled as if he hadn't taken a proper bath in weeks, and look at his clothes! Disgusting! I shivered slightly, and stared at him straight in his dark blue eyes, he does have beautiful eyes, I suppose, and waited for him to apoligize for the horrible crime that he had commited.

"Exscuse me, Ma'am, but you seemed to have not seen the line in front of the counter." His voice was low, gravely, shaking my rib cage slightly while he spoke. He stared at me expectantly, as if I would apoligize and walk to the end of this rediculous line. Fat chance of that.

I smiled soflty, and watched as the desired affect happened to him, glazed over eyes and a slightly opened mouth, and then, while still smiling, I firmly stated, "I am not blind, Sir. I did in fact see the line, and there is no way in hell that I would degrade myself to waiting in line with all of you commoners. I have much to much to do before the sun sets, and I do not have to wait in line with all of you fucking commoners with your poor hygiene, lack of clothing, and disgusting habits of staring. So, if you don't mind, please leave me be, Sir."

I stood watching him as shock swept over his features, and then anger to be spoken to that way. It's not as if you can do anything about it, Sir, I am Lady Isabella Swan; I am daughter to Charlie Swan, Mayor of this god forsaken town. Just try anything, and I will have thrown in jail for the rest of your life. I knew my eyes were filled with challenge; I haven't had this much fun in a very long time, and joy filled my veins quickly. But it just as quickly dissapeared when I saw him take a step away in defeat. I was very dissapointed about it, I thought for sure that he would challenge me...

I looked past the sad exscuse for a male, and noticed all of the shocked faces that stood behind him. I glared at every single face that dared to look at me; Stupid, nosy, filthy commoners. Don't they have anything better to do besides stare? A soft cough from behind me reminded me of the young lady that stood behind me. Has she finally decided to do her job?

I turned around, and there she stood, slightly bent over with the book that I chose in her hands. She was shaking slightly, poor girl, as she said, "Here is your book, Ma'am. Free of charge." Well, fina-fucking-ly! I snatched the book from her shaking hands, and dropped the money on the counter. I did not appreciate her saying that, as if I was a beggar. I am no where near poor, and neither do I look it. "Keep the change; Fix this place up a bit. I come here to relax and do not appreciate the mess that this place is in." I gave her a hint, maybe she'll figure it out before five years pass. I look at her from head to toe, and think not likely.

I walk past all of the unmemorable faces, and make my way out into the dark street's of the night. Great, now I will have to listen to my father 'lecture' me about walking around at night, since I am a lady and that is very un-lady like. I scoff at my father's voice inside of my head. I can just imagine what he will say, word for word; It's always the same.

"Isabella Marie Swan! Where have you been? It is well passed the time for a lady to be out walking by themselves, without a person to watch over you! You will not leave this house until you have fully understood what could have happened, do I make myself clear? There is so many things that could have happened..." And this is where I stop listening; There is no way that I am listening to that for five hours. I don't have the patience for it, really.

Since I am already to be yelled at, what's the point of rushing home to that? I take my time walking toward my house, making it one fourth's of the way there before I notice someone following me.

I strain my eyes to make out who it was; She was a beautiful woman. Only a high class woman would have walked as she was now. What is she doing out here all by herself? I then reprimanded myself, It is none of your business if this woman has decided to have a walk at night. You are doing the same.

The beautiful woman continued to walk towards me, and I finally got a good look at her, and my breath was forced out of my chest. She had lustrious black hair, that was twisted up into a loose bun on the top of her head but a few strands had escaped and lay against her neck, framing her face perfectly. My eyes continued their path down, taking in every detail. Her pale white skin, that seemed to have no blemishes, her long artistic fingers, her very well-endowed chest, why can't I have her chest?, her perfectly shaped hips, that curved down into lean legs.

Am I actually admiring a female? Well, she is the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen, it would be a crime not to appreciate her beauty.

I looked back into her eyes, and noticed something shocking. Her eyes looked red. But that can't be right, it must be a trick of the lamp light. A nervous giggle bubbled up my throat and escaped my parted lips. She smiled sweetly at me; She has the whitest teeth that I have ever seen, the thought crossed my mind faintly, but it was chased away when she stopped a couple of feet away from me. My heart began to pound in my rib cage, thump-tha-thump... Thump-tha-thump!, and the friendly look in her eyes changed into a predatory look.

I flinched back from her, not seeing the same woman that I had met not minutes before. In her place, stood a monster disguised as a young woman, sent to decieve human's. I do not know why I thought this, but I knew from the very bottom of my soul that that's what she was doing standing before me. She was sent by the devil himself to retrieve me and send me to hell.

I stepped back quickly, slightly stumbling over my 'two left feet', and watched as the woman took a step at the exact same time that I did, mimiking my movement. She still moved the same as before, except now there was malacious intent behind her motive.

"Hello, my sweet." Her voice seemed to echo within my head, as soft as bell chimes swaying in a light breeze. She took another step toward me, her dress swishing around her legs. "What is a beautiful young woman, such as yourself, walking around without an escort? There are people out here that will do horrible things to a beauty like you."