A/N: Ok, first off, I'm British so please excuse any weird words. Second, this isn't my first fan fiction, just the first one I've published, so any comments will be appreciated. Third, I can't tell a short story and have a tendency to ramble so I apologize for the rambles. Fourth, I'm not going to say, I'll update every Monday for example, because I hate it when then Monday comes around and I've been busy yada, yada, yada so no update. I'll try to update around once or twice a week. See what I mean about rambling?

Anyway, without further delay.

My past was not one of average, even for an immortal. I had spent most of it running, and hiding. That's the problem with never ageing, you don't age like others, humans that is.

I guess I should start by explaining myself. I had many names over my existence, but the name I have chosen for this chapter of my life, is Raven.

I don't remember anything other than what I am now. Well, I remember excruciating pain and then I understood.

You see, I have a power, a deadly, beautiful power. I understand everything. I can control things, like my appearance but not my eyes, they stayed fixed one colour. Never changing. Another example would be anything technical I can request to do my will. Anything with a conscious though, was a completely different kettle of fish. I could request, most things like insects or rodents would listen and agree, plants too. But not humans, they have to be in a state of near exhaustion to listen, let alone obey. That's called possession, and that's dark, real dark.

Nice one, thevoice in my head mused, my inner monologue really drove me nuts at times.

Golden trees whizzed past as I ran through the forest, kicking up the occasional leaf as I ran, the autumn sun making a rare appearance for this area. I tasted the air, checking for human scent, I would be in so much trouble if I was caught like this.

I didn't really pay attention to my surroundings but I was sure that I had been running for about three days, maybe less. I didn't take notice between days and nights when I was running, only solely focused on my destination. I had checked the map not that long ago, it wouldn't be long until I reached my destination.

Forks, Washington.

I had found it on the internet in my previous home, a small city with a frighteningly small population. Surely here I would be able to find some kind of refuge from mythical creatures who want my guts for breakfast?

I sighed. Wherever I went I would find something mythical, it was my kind of luck.

Slowing down, I caught the scent of humans. I heard cars and followed the sound to a road. There was a sign stating that the city of Forks welcomes me. I let out a snort, Yeah right, the annoying voice in my head commented.

I reached into my backpack and took out the documents and a map that would lead me to my new house.

Well, house was pushing it. It was a small cabin in a secluded forest area. But enough for me.

My cover story was a simple one. I was staying here as a punishment for bad behaviour in a previous school, not a total lie, just that in the previous school I was 18, now I am 16 but I made sure that that small piece of information wasn't passed along.

Following the map, I walked down the road to a small turning off the side and continued for about a mile. Good, I noted, It was a good way away from any humans who might accidentally cross my path.

The road went through the trees and into a small clearing. Trees that were yet to lose their leaves circled the clearing, with the occasional gust of wind blowing a leaf across. On the far side of the clearing there was a building. I raced over to get a closer look.

I gasped as I saw the cabin. It was beautiful. I made a mental note to keep this property and to return in a few years, under a different name and appearance of course.

One story high, it was built of white wood with a small porch and a pathway leading through the trees. There was my trusty Mini Cooper parked outside, I had to keep up appearances, I couldn't just run everywhere. Plus, the novelty of running wore off after a while. I got the key from under the eaves of the door and unlocked it.

Inside was just as beautiful, with it being almost all open plan with a living area, a small kitchen off to one side with a dining table, for appearances again, it would seem strange if I didn't have a kitchen, it was a waste though, I didn't eat. I made my way to the bedroom, as this would be the room that I spent the most time in, listening to music and searching on the internet. I'm immortal, I don't sleep. A large bed took up most of the room, with a stereo and computer sat at a desk, along with my ihome. A wardrobe was nestled in the corner and I opened it, peering inside, praying that the person who had refurbished the cabin had listened to my note and filled the wardrobe, for my use upon arrival. Whoever it was had gone crazy, colours I didn't know existed flashed in front of my eyes.

I pulled out something that looked like a dress but didn't seem to cover enough skin to be called a dress.

Shaking my head, I replaced the tiny dress. I saw a pair of skinny black jeans. Smiling, I lifted out a plain cotton t-shirt with simple embroidery and a black and green hoodie.

I got a brush out of my bag and tried to remove the leaves and such that had tangled in my hair while I was running. I usually cut my hair short before running but the leaves still found a way in. I turned on the shower and immediately relaxed.

After my shower, I dried my hair and put on the clothes I found earlier. I ran my hands through the shaggy mess that is my hair. Sighing, I made it longer, not really long, just past my shoulders. I kept the dark, dark brown though. It helped with the "I'm scary stay away" look. Finally, I felt like myself again. I reached into the backpack I had brought with me and took out my make up bag. I added some blush to my startlingly pale face, along with mascara and eyeliner. I grabbed two hair bands and put two loose plaits in my dark hair, both brought over my shoulders.

I checked my watch, it was nearly half seven in the morning. Grimacing, I remembered I was supposed to be at school today. With a sigh I pulled out a book bag from the bottom of my wardrobe, it looked really expensive. I noted that I had all the equipment I would need already packed, Save me one job I suppose. Walking into the living room, I saw a note that I had missed earlier. It was from the person who had refurbished there was a faint scent around the note, but I ignored it, the note was explaining about all the things to do in the "fabulous" city of Forks, I rolled my eyes at that. Like I would ever want to go fishing, or ice skating! My inner monologue was having fun at least.

The note also included a map of Forks and the surrounding areas, I made another mental note to visit La Push, the Indian Reservation nearby.

There was also a phone number to ring if anything went wrong and the signature, Esme Cullen.

Crumpling up the note, I threw it I the trash and flung myself onto the large squishy sofa. Closing my eyes, I sort out my ihome, with my ipod plugged in and turned it on. I found the album I wanted to listen to and cranked up the volume blasting it through my speakers. Sometimes having a gift is just so much easier than actually moving across the room and switching it on myself.

A voice flooded my conscience, an old voice, one I hadn't heard in a while, the voice of my Master.

"You know well enough that using powers instead of doing something yourself is lazy and laziness will be punished."

It was an old memory. Sighing, I cursed my perfect recall and crossed the living room, entering my bedroom. I sat down in front of the dinosaur computer and flicked it on, touching it with my mind, just a little encouragement to speed it up. After several painful minutes the computer had booted up and I was able to log into the internet.

With only a little probing from me, the computer hacked into Forks high website and pulled up my schedule.

History

AP English

Calculus

Photography

Lunch

AP Biology

Gym

I groaned, Gym? Were they trying to make it even more obvious that I wasn't human? I wish that sometimes they'd let me take Spanish, or French or any other language. With my gift I only needed to hear it spoken once and I was fluent. Seriously, who didn't want a gift. I loved mine.

It was the same schedule I had in my previous school. I need to graduate properly this time and stop going to high school for a while. It tends to get old.

I was suddenly aware that I should really get going because being late really wasn't my sort of thing. I turned off the computer and ihome with one thought and grabbing my book bag, I flung it over my shoulder. I grabbed my spare pair of converse that weren't covered in mud, picked up the key, locked the cabin climbed into my Mini and was off.

The drive to school was uneventful, I only nearly killed two people and a dog, nothing to worry about. As per usual Forks weather, it was raining but due to my research before I came, I knew to pack a raincoat. Forks High was several maroon buildings with a sports field outside. Nothing special.

Due to my rush to not be late, I was actually early. I saw a sign for reception and decided to stop right there. I hopped out and headed into the building. A large woman with thick rimmed glasses, probably around forty I'd say, with a name tag stating her name was Mrs Cope, gaped openly at me. Although whether it was because of my immortal beauty, or the fact I was wearing heavy eye make up and a lot of black, I wasn't sure. I guess that the "Gothic immortal" look wasn't "in" at the moment. I chuckled quietly at her expression.

"I'm Raven." I stated, trying to break the awkward silence that had settled.

"Ah yes, the new girl." Mrs Cope ruffled around with a few sheets before handing me my schedule, a map of the school, my locker number and combo and a slip of paper for all of my teachers to sign. She wished me good luck and I had to hold back a snort.

I headed back to the Mini and joined the queue of students cars that were lining up to grab a space in the student lot. All the cars were all clearly second-hand or more, and looked totally battered. I parked next to a shiny Volvo that was the nicest car next to mine, I decided, in case my car decided to turn on me.

As soon as I was out of the car I had peoples attention. I was guessing that new students were a rarity among Forks, after all, who in their right mind you move here?

A bell rung in one of the buildings and I brought out the map that Mrs Cope handed me and tried to figure out where my history class was. finally I spotted it and after memorising the whole school complex.

My history teacher, Mrs Bevan gawked at me as I entered, but didn't say anything, I prayed that this wouldn't be a regular comeuppance. I handed her my slip.

"Right. Raven? Is that your real name? The one you were born with?"

I nodded and she glared at me so I answered, "Yes Miss."

She gave me a quick nod and assigned me a seat near the back of the class. I spent the whole lesson carefully taking notes on the civil war. Something I'd studied several times, but I had to keep up my act, and to ignore the stares I was getting. The lesson passes quickly and I made my way to English.

I entered the English class with my head down and didn't notice the person stood there until it was too late. I crashed into her, my body was as solid as marble, there wasn't a chance of me being hurt, but worried I looked to see her still standing, topaz eyes twinkling. I looked into her eyes curiously, they weren't quite topaz, more of a warm honey, or butterscotch. Pulling myself out of my minds' ramblings I muttered my apologies and moved past her towards the English teacher, Mr McGregor. He glanced over my outfit choice and I saw a hint of a smile appear on his lips. I handed him my slip and he signed it.

"Raven, I'm going to have to sit you next to Miss Swan at the back. His expression was apologetic, I was wondering why until I followed his gaze to the girl I had walked into not two minutes before.

I took my slip off Mr McGregor and walked up to my seat. The girl sat in the seat next to me immediately stiffened and stopped breathing. Confused I turned to look at her. She had long dark hair that contrasted with her pasty white skin, the same colour as mine and I wondered if we were the same. Deciding to talk to her and try and get some answers, or at least her name I turned my body towards her and said, "I'm Raven, who are you?"

She turned to look at me and opened her mouth, taking a breath, tasting the air? I wasn't sure. A memory suddenly flooded back to me. It was Master talking about mythical creatures.

"Of all the people out there the ones you want to watch out for are vampires. They are the only ones who could potentially kill you." I had noticed he put a lot of emphasis on "people" It had made me smile.

"I'm Bella, Bella Swan." He voice was muted and ran like silk. I thought back to that lesson I'd had on vampires and tried out my check list on her. Yep she fitted the bill. From her reluctance to breathe when I first sat down, I'd guess that she's probably relatively new to being a vamp.

I was awakened from my mental ramblings by her waving a hand in front of my face, just a tiny bit to fast for human speed. Instinctively I grabbed her hand, too fast for any human to see and pulled it down by her side. "Stop moving so fast." I hissed, to low for human ears.

Bella's eyes widened in shock and she gave me a startled look. "What do you know?" She asked sounding worried, "And who are you, or rather, what are you?"

I gave her a calm smile and said, "Everything, and I'm just Raven." I swung my body away from her and concentrated on Mr Masen's lecture on when or not to use semi-colons and other boring pieces of punctuation. Bella passed me a note sometime during an exceptionally boring speech on hyphens.

Meet me after English before your next lesson, around the back of the building. I just want to talk to you, I don't bite.

I snorted but covered it up with a cough and gave her a look and wrote back, I know everything.

Bella's mouth lifted into half a smile and she wrote, Well only some of the time.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath that I didn't really need and found the school bell system. I gave it a bit of a push and the bell rang suddenly.

I swept my belongings into my too expensive book bag stood and left the class, catching Bella's gaze and shaking my head in the process.

Calculus passed without any glitches, although, I was really annoyed that I wasn't in a advanced placement for it. I found calculus the easiest subject, but I think that may be some thing to do with my gift.

As I walked into photography I was stopped by a girl. She was tiny. Thin in the extreme, around 4"11, I'd say with dark, almost black spiky hair and pale features. She also had the same not quite topaz, more of a warm honey, or butterscotch colour eyes as Bella from English had.

You go to the smallest, rainiest place you can find and still manage to come across a group of vamps.

Shut up. I told the voice.

You know it's true.

I gave a mental sigh and pushed my voice my second thoughts out of my head.

"Where did you come from?" The little pixie-like girl demanded.

I just looked at her and said, "I didn't know I was under interrogation. I'm sorry." Heavy sarcasm filled my tone.

I ignored her shocked face and went to the front of the tiny classroom and handed my slip to the teacher. He introduced himself as Mr Ford and I heard several girls at the back of the class give a dreamy sigh. Furrowing my brow, I took in this teachers appearance, sure he had a nice face but he was skinny, wore pink clothing and was just average. And I mean, come on. Pink. That's a sure sign of a gay teacher. Plus, photography, it's like having a male sewing teacher.

"Right class, this semester, you will be doing a joint project with a member of this class. You'll have more details on this later on but now I want you to all find a partner." Mr Ford clapped his hands at the end of his speech and sat down with a cup of coffee, letting the class scuffle and pinch and punch while making a ruckus. I sighed. There was about 14 people in the class, I felt sorry for whoever had to be partnered with me.

To my surprise, the small dark-haired pixie girl came over, chirping in a high soprano that hurt my ears.

"Will you be my partner, oh, wait I don't even know your name, I'm Alice, Alice Cullen."

I raised a eyebrow and looked down at her, "Well Alice, Alice Cullen. I'm Raven. I guess that I'll have to be partners with you since the rest of the class already have one." I remarked sadly.

"You can just call me Alice. What's your surname? Where do you live? What car do you drive? Where did you get your book bag? Do you want to go shopping?" Alice gave a me an excited grin and clapped her hands.

"Are you related to Esme Cullen?" I asked, finally realising why the name sounded familiar.

"Yes, she's my adopted mom, why?"

I sighed and explained about moving here, the cabin and the note.

Alice gave an excited squeal, "Then you're the one who I had to shop for!" She exclaimed.

"Wait, you got all those outfit?" I asked her, She just nodded, a bit like a nodding dog.

"You didn't answer my questions." I glared at her but took an unnecessary breath.

"I'm just Raven. I live in that cabin I told you about. I drive a mini, you got the bag and no."

Alice looked like she was about to speak again when Mr Ford called the class to order and started the lesson properly.

Luckily, Alice kept to herself for the rest of the lesson. I kept tabs on when the bell was going to ring, so that as soon it went I swept out of the room at barley human speed.

Well? How was it? Be honest, I hate liars. Constructive criticism is appreciated, so would reviews.

Byeeeee!