DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight, or anything familiar in the text. :D

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey there again. Okay, so, I am having a total brain blockage right now for my last story. So either a temporary or permanent lock down on that story. Anyways, I hope you will like this story, I was just thinking about "The Little Mermaid" one second, and the next second, poof! But this is a twist to the story, in fact, this one is a tad bit more modern than usual. So enjoy!

*There's going to be a big surprise and one minor character from Twilight is very OC.

Also, since it is fanfiction, it would hurt me if somebody were to criticize me for making something up about mermaids.

Oh, and the POV is going to be omniscient throughout the whole story, it may switch on and off though, but otherwise, this chapter or prologue or whatever, is first person.

playlist: Life in Technicolor II - Coldplay

Fish Scales & Marble

PROLOGUE: Ice & Water

Forks, Washington.

A small city barely anybody knows about, but the few hundred that live there.

But, the more isolated the place, the easier it is to fit in,

And the smaller the town, the more secrets you can keep from exposing.

With the dark, gray skies clouding over the town, it can help them from sparkling like diamonds,

With the cool, all-around winter air, it helps her from turning blue as the ocean.

One surviving the epidemic of the Spanish Influenza of 1918,

The other surviving the collision of the Titanic in 1912.

Both immortal and indestructible.

One a monster,

The other but a fish.

Seemingly not a match,

But all that has happened to them was for a reason.

Thanks to that conniving genius called fate.

BELLA.

I'm moving…again. It's been 97 years since my supposed "death". Now, here I am, standing in the middle of some airport in Seattle, Washington. I took a seat on a nearby bench and gazed around the environment and life surrounding me. Waiting for my "foster father" to get his belongings, I smiled at all that has happened in the past 97 years.

I was born in the year of 1895 in Phoenix, Arizona, my parents Charlie and Renee Swan. On my 17th year, my parents decided to give me the greatest birthday present a girl could have during my time, a voyage on the Titanic when it first launches on April 10, 1912. Before I knew it, on the night of April 15, in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, the "unsinkable" Titanic hit an iceberg, broke in half, and sank. The term "unsinkable" now a trite and over-exaggerated word directed to ships. Yes, I survived. But no, I wasn't of the few who made it into the life boats. Instead, I was unfortunately leaning on the railing of the ship and lost all coordination after the ship vigorously shook, forcing me to fall into deep, cold, blue Atlantic Ocean. Before the hypothermia got to me, something saved me, and all of a sudden, when I woke up, I was on land, coughing and gasping for air. I felt like I was dying, my body felt as if it couldn't malfunction properly anymore, and I had a feeling that that was it. I then opened my eyes, using my blurred vision, I was only able to make out a man who was bare from the shoulders down to his waist. He was watching me with a sympathetic, compassionate look in his eyes.

The man then whispered to me, "Drink this, darling, you don't deserve to die at such a young age."

Trying to stay conscious, I drank the unusual tasting drink and suddenly fell back into unconsciousness. When I woke up, a blanket was covering my lower half and I found myself lying on something wet, and scaly. I immediately sat up, glancing over my shoulder to see if I was lying on an alligator or something. But what I found was a beautiful man with a cheerful look all written all over his face.

"I see you're awake." The man said with mirth in his eyes.

At first, I was shocked, I slowly backed away in fear. My eyes scanned his body to see that the bottom half of his body was of a fish's. When I looked back to his face I was in shock, I couldn't move or even make a single breath.

"Don't look at me like that," The merman rolled his eyes, "remove that blanket, and speak for yourself. You should be glad that I saved your life. And this is what I get? You giving me the dirtiest look a shark can muster!"

I removed the cotton blanket from my lower half, and found that I had a midnight blue fish tail instead of a pair of long, pale legs. I gasped in shock and looked up to see the merman smirking at me.

"Told you so, darling," He chuckled, "by the way, I'm Phil."

And that's where it all started.

Being a mermaid has its advantages and disadvantages. Mermaids live forever, and there's no worries about drowning when you step into a pool. In fact, the whole "contact with water when in human form turns you back" for a mermaid was all but a myth. Actually, us mermaids just tend to be seen as excellent swimmers when underwater in human form. Mermaids can turn into humans and vice versa if they drink this one certain drink made of a rare plant found in the depths of the ocean. Otherwise, mermaids can live among humans, fitting in with every possible group a human's in. Although, the only disadvantage is that mermaids can not be in a place where it's very hot nor humid, for they get a bit dehydrated and their skin gradually would turn bluer and bluer by the second, up to the point where they are practically as blue as the ocean, which wouldn't be a usual or pretty sight for bypassers.

When I would visit the ocean from time to time as a mermaid, I would visit my old fish friends and other mermaid friends, sometimes I would visit the old Titanic shipwreck when humans weren't busy studying it. Although, when I came back on land, I would immediately miss my friends and weep when I saw dead fish hanging all over those cursed fish marts. Phil, my foster father and the man who saved my life, would comfort me when I would find out that one of the dead fish being slaughtered and killed were one of my good fish friends. He was like the mother and father I have never had. Phil, not meaning to be blunt or rude, is gay. Although he doesn't seem like it on the outside, when he's around me, he shows who and what he is hiding from that "manly" facade. He's never really found "the one" yet, but I'm also assisting him in the search, and he with mine. But in order for us to maintain a normal "human" lifestyle, Phil works as an oceanographer, studying the ocean and deep blue sea. I know, ironic as it sounds, he is very successful in his job and gains more money than necessary for the two of us every year.

Now, back to the present. I watched from a distance as I saw Phil strutting towards me, looking like as if he were a traveling male model. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw all the women passing by him swoon, which made his face look at me as if I were crazy.

"What's wrong, what happened?" Phil looked around, a confused expression on his face.

As I calmed down, I finally answered, "Nothing, nothing. Everything's fine."

I stood up and followed Phil out of the airport, into yet another new beginning.

EDWARD.

So the school year starts over, yet again.

Another year where I get tortured by the thoughts of those around me. From those "I want to be your girlfriend" type of thoughts to those where I just can't stand to even talk or mention about.

But what I'm really not looking forward to the most is the part where I am forced to face those two again. Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory. The two who would do anything that would try to break my virtues and sleep with me. When they know that it's just a useless, stupid attempt. When I stepped out of my Volvo, the others followed suit. And then I heard all the thoughts of the other students all at once.

'I know for sure Edward Cullen's going to be mine this year! My boobs did get bigger over summer.' Ah, yes, that's Lauren.

'You are the hottest thing in Forks, Jessica, and you know that Edward's going to want you. He'll be on his knees begging for you, asking you to marry him anytime soon.' And that was finally Jessica's.

Then it started channeling out into something different.

'Wow, that new girl sure is something...I'll give it about a few days.'

'She sure was beautiful. I bet she'd want me too.'

The last thought was just a bit too disturbing for me to even watch, I forced it out of my mind and continued walking with my brothers and sisters into the school. When we arrived in the school, I smelled something unusual.

"Do you smell that?" Jasper whispered into my ear, noticing the scent as well.

The smell was intoxicating; it wasn't of a human's blood, a wolf's stench, or vampire's scent, but the smell of the ocean breeze.

Yes! Finished. Okay, so this is the prologue. I will try hard to post up the next chapter for those of you who enjoy the story. I'm sorry if it's boring and, hey, did you finally see what the big surprise was?! Well, Phil's gay. But he'll make the story as fun as possible. Please review, it'd make me feel very confident about this story. Also, if you don't like the idea of me having my own version of a mermaid, well suck it up. It's my story so please don't trip and go all of on me for the idea. Anyways, thank you for reading! Have a fun weekend. :D

Bianca Lightyear, over and out.