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CHAPTER ONE: The Start

Present

"How did you get in here?" Edward's voice is husky as he supports himself up on his hands, his eyes for certain are dilated. That's the effect she has on him. Isabella sits over him, her golden eyes wide and tentative. She's breathing softly – does she even need to breathe? Edward doesn't know. He's just glad to see her, after how he acted earlier. "Charli's downstairs. She would have seen you for certain."

"I came through the window." She whispers, brushing some of her hair behind one ear. "I do it sometimes."

"Why?" Edward can't pull his eyes from hers. Even though Isabella is close to him, in a very inappropriate way considering she doesn't even want to be his friend, he can't help but be drawn in by her tinkling bell voice. It's soothing, it's hypnotising, it's beautifully her.

"I like to watch you sleep." Isabella drops her gaze from his, and Edward is sure that she would blush if she could. "I'm sorry, it's weird of me, I know. But there's something so… perfect about you when you're asleep."

"Perfect?" Edward asks, moistening his lips slightly. His breathing is shallow and irregular, just like his heart.

"You're vulnerable. Painfully human." Isabella explains, her lips parting. "It reminds me that you're not meant for me. It's selfish, I know."

"Since you don't want to be friends." Edward sounds bitter, and he can't force the tone from his voice. Isabella's lips twitch up slightly. Is she amused by his tone?

"I said that we shouldn't be friends, not that we couldn't be friends, Edward." She breathes. "There's a difference."

"So if we're not friends… if we're not anything to each other, why are you here?" He has to ask her. Isabella smiles sadly.

"To get one last look." She murmurs into his ear as she moves closer to him. Edward can feel her breath on his skin. It's misty cold, just like the rest of her. He can smell the cool lavender scent wafting off her skin, the subtle scent that he wonders if all of her family possess. Maybe it's a… them thing?

"One last look?" He's confused. Isabella will see him all the time at school, right? And even if they can't be friends, he doesn't care. She can't just push him away like this. He deserves more than that, damn it!

"I'm not human, Edward." She reminds him, her voice surprisingly gentle. Do you think that's something that's going to stop me, Isabella?

"I don't care!" Edward responds fiercely. Isabella laughs lightly, a reaction he wasn't anticipating at all. She moves away from him, placing a sizeable distance in between them, swinging her legs off his bed as she gazes off into the distance of his window. The light outside is dying; the sun has set, and the cold black of the night is just about to cease control.

"You're young." She says dismissively. "You'll understand when you get older."

"So what? You're a vampire." Edward pushes himself up, his chocolate brown eyes burning. "I don't care, Isabella." He knows her secret know. Isn't she meant to stay with him now? So she at least knows he'll keep her secret to the grave?

"You don't understand, do you?" Isabella turns to face him, her beautiful eyes looking angry. Edward pauses for a moment or two: when she's angry, Isabella looks angry. Like a beautiful tragic angel. "Vampires. Drink. Blood."

"You don't." He keeps pushing. He's desperate, maybe: all he knows is that somehow Isabella has become a big part of his brown-green existence here in Forks, so he can't just let her walk away from him without a fight. Do you want to drink my blood, Isabella?

"Most of the time." She argues back. "You're so human, Edward, I can smell your blood from over here. I can hear your pulse beating fast in your neck." Her cold fingers dart over to his exposed jugular and her fingertips hover over it. He swallows, but keeps his defiant gaze on Isabella's.

"I can feel your fear." Isabella's voice is a broken whisper. "It's intoxicating, Edward, and I can't trust myself around that temptation."

"But I trust you." Impulsively, Edward seizes her hands in his. Isabella pulls them away from him almost immediately, and his warm hands miss her freezing ones.

"You don't know what trusting me means, Edward." She says gently. "If you did, you'd run. If you were smart, you'd leg it back to safety." Do you want me to stay away from you, Isabella?

"I think we've already clarified that I'm not smart." Edward's voice is low. His heart is pounding in his chest; he tries to slow it down, knowing that Isabella can hear how nervous he is. No matter what she claims, he's not scared of her. Other than that, there were three things he was certain about.
Firstly, Isabella is a vampire.
Secondly, there is a part of her – a dominant part, he knew for sure – that thirsts for his blood.

And thirdly… Edward is unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her.

Before.

Edward Swan walks into his biology class, clutching his books close to his chest as the fan blows behind him. His eyes search out the teacher, his shoulders hunched with nerves.

Just another first day. He mutters to himself, moving towards where the teacher, Miss Banner, sits perched behind her desk. She smiles warmly at him as he approaches.

"Err, hello? I'm… err, new." Edward hates how unconfident he sounds. But that's the way he's always been, he guesses. Insecure and unconfident.

"Oh, okay." Miss Banner nods, dispelling some of his earlier nerves. "If you'd like to take that spare seat at the front there." She indicates to the front most desk on the right side, where a girl sits.

Scratch that.

Where the most beautiful goddess of a girl sits.

She has long golden tresses, her skin pale and almost glittery? Like snow, he thinks. Maybe it's the atmosphere of Forks that makes her look like she's made out of crystal glass, like one touch would shatter her into a million pieces. Her body is hunched over her text book, her hair acting as a curtain, blocking out all of the other people around her. Frankly, she's the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.

Then her head raises, and her almost black eyes narrow at him. Edward pauses, startled by the anger painted in those depths. As he walks towards her, she moves her chair as far away as possible, the legs making a horrid scraping noise on the linoleum floor. She brushes her fingers through her hair, keeping hr body craned away from the seat he sits down in.

"Alright, let's get class started." Miss Banner announces, but Edward is too distracted by the girl sitting next to him to concentrate on what Miss Banner is saying.

She's still pushing her chair right up against the side, apparently desperate to stay away from him. Edward frowns. Does he smell funny? As inconspicuously as possible, he sniffs at his collar, but just smells his bodywash. So what's her problem?

Maybe she just doesn't like strangers. He resolves himself to believe as he buckles down to work.

All through the lesson, the girl – whom he still doesn't know the name of – stays as far away from him as possible, her hair acting as a shield. He sneaks small looks at her, his eyes lingering on her black depths. Are they her real eye colour? Surely not. But then again, it could just be the lighting. Maybe her eyes are just a really, really dark brown.

Her handwriting is cursive, he sees. Neat, small and simple, whereas his is a scrawl across the page. Looking at her handwriting which so effortlessly pretty, he feels bad for his messy scrawl.

Halfway through the lesson, his pen runs out of ink.

Damn. He clicks it off and on again, scribbling in the margins, willing for ink to flow. Come on, an empty pen on YOUR FIRST DAY? You have to be better than this, Edward!

"Hey." Edward has to chance it. He needs to keep up with classwork, and without a pen he can't do that, can he? So he turns to his probably stranger gun-shy neighbour, the girl with the almost black eyes. She stills in her writing, the only sign that she heard him, but doesn't glance up. Instead she remains there, frozen in place, her fingers gripped around her own pen. "Do you have a spare pen I could borrow?"

The girl is silent for a few painstaking seconds, and Edward holds his breath. With one fluid movement, she pulls a pen out of her pocket and drops it on the table in front of him. Her fingers are as pale as her face, and her movements are quick, almost to the point of blurring in his vision.

"Keep it." Her words, though brisk, are delivered in a light bell-like voice. It suits her, and draws him in. He's sure he could just listen to it all day.

"Th-thank you." Edward trips over his words, hurriedly picking up the pen. He quickly starts to resume his notes, not wanting to be left behind in his studies. The girl falls back into her silence, her body tenser now than it was when he hadn't even talked to her. Edward's annoyed that he stumbled over his words. Who knows what she thinks of him now? And why does he care so much?

When the ringing bell sounds throughout the echoed halls, everyone moves to get going. The shuffling of books and the scraping of chairs is loud in the room as Miss Banner tells everyone that they're dismissed. He closes his text book, and then remembers that the pen clutched in his hand isn't really his. Edward goes to turn to the girl next to him, intending to offer her the pen back – even though he could use it for the rest of the day, he's not just going to let her give him her pen when she probably felt trapped by him. He'll give it her back, and then if she lets him keep it again, he'll accept her decision.

The girl, however, has already scooped all of her books up in her hands, and with her eyes flashing a dark endless pit of blackness, she half runs from the room, her hair trailing freely from behind her as her footsteps resound on the linoleum floor, leaving Edward sitting there, with his mouth gaping open in shock, her pen held loosely in his fingers.

So, thoughts? I just want to let you guys know some things about this story: Most of the characters will have their gender reversed: like Edward's mother, Charli, instead of Bella's dad Charlie. Actually, only the Cullens, other than Isabella, will be their normal genders and characters.

I'm considering this a parody, just because anything that Edward does in the original book is now exclusively displayed by Isabella, and vice versa.

The first few chapters will be covering what happens 'before' Isabella tells Edward she's a vampire, and when it returns to the present, I'll mark it as such. Some of the scenes from the book will be skipped, or changed to fit the new versions of the characters.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the first instalment!