Cat Eye
Summary: So, as it turns out, Bella has a secret too. She's a werecat. The problem? Edward doesn't know it. What happens when Edward is hunting and sees a black panther-like cat for what it seems to be, a black panther-like cat?
(Takes place before Bella finds out Edward's secret.)
1.
Forks, Washington was one of the only free territories. So here I was, Bella Swan, one of the last remaining female werecats, evading my duty. Father wanted me to train to replace him as an Alpha; I had other ideas. So the Pride let me move, under one condition – I had to live with my older cousin, Charlie, a wildcat. Father wanted me to marry Marc, the stray that became one of daddy's best enforcers, but arranged marriage is so not this century.
So here I am, a junior at Forks High school, thrust into a world I expected to be simpler than the complicated world that I was so used to living every day. My father is not only the alpha of the Pride, but was also the head of the Territorial Council. There were only three rules, all punishable by death: infecting a human and thus creating a stray, revealing the existence of werecats to a human, and killing a human. I had no plans of doing any of the above.
The first time I saw Edward Cullen was in the cafeteria. I could feel his golden eyes piercing my eyes. He was staring at me. I shifted in my seat, ignoring the words of the humans I was sitting with. I saw the most brilliant, beautiful boy I had ever seen. Even then, I was dazzled. He had scruffy, bronze hair and the most amazing golden hazel eyes. His skin was as white as untainted snow. He was slim, but clearly muscular.
At the time, I ignored the fact that his scent was neither human nor werecat. Everything about him fascinated me. It turned out that he was in my biology class, too. His distant, antisocial behavior alarmed me, but it did not faze me. His body was rigid; his hands were curled up into fists. If anything, it drew me in. I needed to know more. I know I ran away (kind of) from the family ranch to escape the paranormal, but all at once none of that mattered one bit.
I tried to introduce myself. "Hi, I'm Bella Swan," I said. Whatever was up with his scent – which I noticed, as I mentioned earlier, was not normal – I wondered if he sensed anything different about my scent. No matter, whatever he was, whatever I was….it didn't matter. Maybe he would pass it off as nothing. Hopefully, at least. I don't know what Father would do if he found out that someone who isn't a werecat found out the family secret.
"Edward Cullen," he said.
So, that was the first time we met. It sure as hell wouldn't be the last…
To be continued…
(I know it's short; sorry; this is just an introduction and I have to leave for karate in 10 minutes so I can't write any more than this right now!)
Love,
~Calliope-Elizabeth