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I was listening to My Soul Ghost by Dana Kerstein and this popped into my head for some reason.

Summary: Rosalie Hale and Isabella Swan are high school teachers. When they meet, they instantly know they are destined for each other and are soul mates. This is their love story. Vampire/Vampire Femslash, OOC, AU

Chapter 1: Meeting Mrs. Right

Isabella's POV:

I moved to Forks about a week ago and was settling in nicely. Most of the apartment was furnished; there were still a few empty spaces. I loved this apartment; it was luxurious, spacious, and open.

It had beautiful white hard wood flooring, huge open glass windows, black leather furniture, glossy, black piano, and a private garden/stream of fish where beautiful fluffy birds took residence.

It was very calming and in my opinion, was the best place I've ever lived. It was in the middle of town and I had to drive quite a ways to Forks but that didn't matter to me since I didn't really need rest. I also made sure it was close to the wilderness though for feeding. If I wasn't close, it could become dangerous to humans.

I walked to my couch and sat down and went through my plans. I spent the next few hours planning out the lessons for tomorrow's classes. When I finished, I put the papers in a purple transparent folder and put it on my desk.

I went to the hallway and opened the sliding glass door, leading out to the garden. I watered the plants and fed the birds and fish.

By now, it was getting late, so I decided to pick up a few books before the stores close and hunt.

After a few hours, I came back home and read for the rest of the night.

I looked at the clock and decided to go ahead and get ready. After taking my shower, I did my hair and got dressed in my black pencil skirt, white top and black suede stiletto high heels. I looked into the mirror and saw that I was flawless. I smiled; it was one of the perks of being a vampire.

I put on my diamond earrings and other jewelry before leaving to go to work.

I parked in the teacher's parking lot and went to see Mr. Williams, the principal. It was before school so there was practically no one here.

I walked inside and went down the halls. My high heels clicked each time I took a step, making a rather loud echo. My nose scrunched a little when the freshly new paint hit my senses. The school was remodeling so the fumes were a little irritating.

As I walked down the last hall, I saw my reflection on one of the glass cases that held trophies. I stopped when I saw that my hips were swaying side to side suggestively. I couldn't help it; that was how I walked. I bit my bottom lip in frustration. Even after all these years of me trying to not walk so sexy, I never got it down. When I try not swinging my hips, my walk didn't look normal. So, it was either swing my hips suggestively, or walk, looking stupid. I decided to let it go and walk normally, my way. I just had to hope that I wouldn't get harassed and hear sexual comments as I walked by.

I walked passed a janitor, who was mopping up the floor. He had his earphones on so he didn't hear me. When I was beside him, he jumped. He took off his earphones, "I'm s-sorry. I didn't see you there."

I smiled but stopped when I saw that my smile was affecting him, "It's alright. I just wanted to get through." I said pointing.

I could tell that he was now affected by my musical, husky voice. He shook his head, trying to get back to reality. "Of course." He stepped aside to let me through.

"Thank you. I'm so sorry to walk through your hard work." I said and touched his shoulder. I whipped it back when I felt him freeze up.

"It's okay. The kids will be here soon anyway." He said.

I thought I tortured the poor man enough and continued on my way. My back was now facing him. I could feel him staring at my rear and it was a little unnerving. It has been a while since I had regular human contact.

I reached the main office and went to the receptionist. "Excuse me; I'm sorry to bother you. I'm here to see Mr. Williams."

The older woman looked up to me, "Go right in. He's expecting you." She said and returned to her work.

I went to his door and knocked. I heard a voice say, "Come in."

I turned the handle and went in. Mr. Williams stood up, "Ah. Please come in Miss Swan. Have a seat and please shut the door." He sat back down.

I did as he asked and took a seat, facing his desk. "I'm glad you came here. Most new teachers forget to check in."

I smiled fondly and it faltered again when I saw him flush. I really had to get a grip on my vampire abilities. I don't mean to make people act this way. I suppose I was a little rusty when it came to retraining myself to entice humans.

Mr. Williams was a man that looked like he was in his early fifties. He had a mustache and a beard. He wore glasses, a red button up shirt, black slacks, and a black tie.

I crossed my legs, "You wanted to see me, Mr. Williams?" I said and flinched when I heard the huskiness in my voice. I almost wanted to apologize. This could take a while.

He swallowed hard. "Yes. I wanted to give you a heads up that there will be a fire drill today. I'm sorry that we had to do it on your first day here but." He rolled his chair out a little so that he could open a draw to his desk. He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me. "This will be where your class will be evacuated.

I looked at it and nodded, "Okay."

"Do you have any questions?" He asked.

I looked to be thinking about it, "Not at this time."

He smirked, "Well, if you have any questions, please ask. I will always be here for you."

As I was getting up, I paused when he finished his sentence. There was something in his tone and in his eyes that there was an innuendo and his body language seemed that he was having less than pure thoughts about me. Something told me was going to be a problem in the future.

I shook it off. "Thank you." I reached my hand out to shake his. When he took mine, he held my hand longer than was necessary and he caressed the back of my hand with his thumb as I pulled away.

I turned and walked out. I let out an unneeded breath. Just how far was he going to push?

I walked out of the main office and headed to my classroom. I used the key they gave me and stepped inside. I flicked on the light and closed the door. I quickly started getting my things out and organizing everything. I went to the windows and closed the blinds so that when I used my speed, no one could see.

When I was done, I went outside with the map Mr. Williams provided me with. I wanted to quickly memorize where I would be taking my students when the fire alarm rang. It didn't take me long at all. I did one quick sweep of the entire school and I remembered it all.

I was out in the middle of the football field when the first bell rang. I quickly started to walk back to my classroom. Up ahead, I saw a swarm of students lazily walking to their classes. There was no effort to make it to their classes on time. Some walked agonizingly slowly, some stopped to talk with friends, some stopped to make out.

As I passed students, one by one, they stopped to gawk at me. I heard whispers among them asking each other if they knew who I was or if I was a new teacher.

I didn't stop walking. I proceeded to my classroom. I ignored the students staring, checking me out, and sexual comments.

I reached my classroom and pulled the door open. Inside, there was a good amount of students. It seemed there was a full house for this period.

The students were too busy talking amongst themselves to notice me. I shut the door behind me, making a loud thud as it clammed against the doorframe. That's when all talking ceased. I received the same treatment in here as I did out there with gawking, whispering etc.

I walked to the front of the classroom and to my desk. I noticed that all of the male population in the class was staring at my body and hips as they swung side to side.

I mentally gave up trying to walk like a human. My body was just not cooperating. It will do what it wants to.

"Good morning class." I said as I pulled out a new piece of chalk. I began writing my name on the blackboard, Miss Swan. "I am Miss Swan. I will be taking over this course. Your other teacher has decided to resign."

I heard a number of people whispering that they loved the sound of my voice.

I heard a young guy lean in to whisper to his friend, "Even her handwriting is sexy." I decided to ignore that comment and pretend I didn't hear it.

I turned to face the class, "I'm obviously new here, so I'm going to ask you politely to take it easy on me, at least for the next couple weeks." I looked at them and they all had blank stares. I guess most of the class was still mesmerized by me.

I walked to the front of the class, in front of my desk and sat on it. "Anyway, if you would all please tell me your names, I would like to get to know you better."

I focused my eyes on the student to the side. When he saw that my eyes were on him, he blushed furiously and froze. "Your name, kind sir?" I asked, giving him a reassuring smile.

He sat there frozen for a moment before swallowing, "Timothy." He answered. I raised my eyebrows for him to continue. "Timothy Highmore. I prefer Tim though." He said. He cast his eyes downward onto his desk. Poor guy.

I smiled, "Thank you Tim." I moved onto the next person.

It only took about five minutes to get through everyone. I smiled at my class, "Now. Does anyone have any questions for me?" I would learn to regret those words.

A few hands shot up. I nodded to a young blond man, "Yes, sir?"

He put his hand down, "Do you have a boyfriend?" I heard chuckles and gasps coming from his fellow students.

I was cut off guard, I was not expecting that. Although, given what I was currently going through my whole life, I shouldn't have been surprised. I walked into that one didn't I? "No." I answered. "Anyone else?"

I called on another guy. "How old are you?" He asked

I smirked, "How old do you think I am?" I paused and stared into his eyes, "Think wisely." I emphasized, jokingly. That earned a chuckle from the class.

"22." He answered.

My eyebrows rose. He was dead on. I was changed at the age of 22. Of course, I couldn't tell him that and I had to think of a different age because realistically I couldn't be.

"I'm 32." I said, "Last one?"

Another hand shot up and I called it.

"I lost my number, can I have yours?" A young blond guy with a letterman jacket asked.

Before I could say anything, the fire drill rang. Everyone got up and I went to the door to hold it open for everyone.

As I watched everyone exit out, I saw a beautiful blond woman open her door next to mine. It was obvious she was a teacher. She was busy telling her students to not walk off and actually be where they were supposed to be.

She placed her back against her door, holding it to let everyone out. Our eyes met and we couldn't help but smile.

She had long blond hair that reached to her shoulder blades, smooth, flawless, fair skin. What really got my attention were her eyes. They were golden like mine. Either she was wearing contacts, which I doubted, or she was a vampire that fed on animals.

"Hi. I'm Rosalie Hale." She said huskily, holding out her hand.

I smiled and took it, "Isabella Swan." A pleasant wave filled my entire body.

I heard someone whisper to someone else, "Wow. Miss Hale smiled!"

Rosalie and I completely ignored that childish student. Instead I was too focused on Rosalie. She seemed to be just as focused on me.

I could stare at Rosalie forever and never grow tired of it. Unfortunately, a student bumped into me, causing me to snap back to reality.

"You're new here-" Rosalie began but was cut off by another teacher down the hall, yelling at the students to hurry up and not take their precious time.

I looked back at Rosalie who looked regretful. "I'll see you out there." She said winking at me, seductively. The last student was out of class so she followed them out.

I curled my lip. I felt like I was floating, my heart was fluttering. I wanted to be with Rosalie. I wanted to make her mine, claim her, and love her. My beast recognized her as us being mates. I took a deep breath, calming myself. If I was going to pursue her, I was going to try to take my time. I would take her out on dates, court her.

I smiled, I'm sure that Rosalie felt the same. The chase is on.