The Real Twilight

Michael/Rosalie. Edward/Emma. Jasper/Alice.

Gender swap, of course. If it helps, the only details changed is obviously, Bella's character is now a guy named Michael. For story purposes, Jacob and Emmett's characters have been changed as well to make my story more enjoyable. You'll see what I mean and also, Rosalie has Edward's mind reading ability, not him. He gets nothing. This is always how I saw Twilight being and should have been. I have great storylines and plot twists so give it time to develop and I hope you enjoy the new version of Twilight.

Reviews help me speed up updates, only if you like it. No pressure.

Prologue

A little into the future...

Pain.

Too much pain.

The pain was everywhere on my body. I struggled to get up before coughing up more blood out of my mouth. I grunted in pain and gripped my wounded leg that kept bleeding profusely. My watery, brown eyes slowly looked up and were met with red irises full of evil. I was panting heavily as the vampire known as James laughed at my bloody mess.

"I still can't figure out why you keep fighting me. Like I said, you're just bait for my real prey. I mean, her reaction at that field was priceless! She truly wanted to protect you, a human! You must be one hell of a pet, cattle." James mocked before turning the camera back on me.

"Now, beg for her to come rescue you. Tell her to come after me and avenge you!" he cackled, zooming in on my bloody face.

"No...fuck you. Don't listen to him, Rosalie! He's just a douche who can't get it up for his redheaded bitch, so he has to get off by beating up nerds like me." I grinned at the angry look on James' face before he growled and grabbed my throat. He lifted me up high above his head and hissed at me angrily.

"You little piece of shit! I'm going to enjoy ripping you apart, limb by limb and then you know what? When your bitch comes to get revenge, I'm going to rip her into pieces too. But not before I get some...fun in with her tight body." James threatened as a sickly smirk stretched across his face. He turned around quickly and tossed me across the floor of the ballet studio.

I cried out in pain once again, rolling on the wooden floor like a rag doll. My body twisted around as I slid into a stop with my blood leaving long streaks across the wood panels. I groaned before lifting my head off the floor and tried to see through my blurry vision. I never knew being a man could hurt so much. I sighed out a long, painful breath before rolling onto my back. The room was spinning as the blood loss and pain caught up to me.

I tried. I really tried. I tried to prove to Rosalie that I could be a real man, even though she reassured me that I was. How could I be a real man if she was the one always protecting me? Then this douchebag comes around and makes me look even more weak in the eyes of Rosalie and the rest of the Cullens. So weak that they rushed to protect me from the tracker's sinister hunt for me. Only, his real target was Rosalie herself, not me. He wanted to play this game and hunt her instead. I'm not even worth killing, just good for bait.

I wasn't a man tonight. I couldn't even protect the girl I loved. Yeah, I know she's a vampire and super strong. She could protect herself, but that wasn't the point. I came here tonight to save my mom and ended up with trying to protect Rosalie by not having her seek revenge for my soon to be death. Not that she would anyways. Who was I to her? I wasn't worthy of such a beautiful goddess whose hair shined like gold in the sun, along with her glittering, diamond-like skin. I'll just be an afterthought in the back of her mind.

I wasn't worth it.

James smiled darkly as he hovered over me with the camcorder in hand. "So, ready to beg? Plead for your life? Should I take an arm or a leg? Come on, cattle. I'll tell you what, I'll let you have a last word. Go ahead and say it to the camera and I promise to show it to your little girlfriend before I set her on fire."

I could only stare up at his cruel, evil face and grimace in frustration. What more could I do? I wasn't going to beg or plead for my life and I definitely wasn't going to let this bastard trick me into getting Rosalie to go after him. He wanted me to tell her that I love her, that I'm okay so that it will make her angry and want revenge for my death. Well, I wasn't going to let this dick have any satisfaction in my execution.

So I spit at his face the best I could. My spittle mixed with blood barely landed on his stolen jacket as his face contorted in anger again. I gave him a shit eating grin and flipped him the bird.

"Go fuck yourself, Assbutt. I'm not worth shit and she's not coming after you. So you might as well just kill me now and get it over with it. I'm tired at looking at your ugly face and your perverted camera fetish." I laughed mockingly at him as I watched him tossed the camcorder aside before raising his hand over his head. Here it comes. He was ready to finish me off and end my pathetic, useless life.

Finally.

Relief.

I turned my face away from the oncoming hand that was ready to rip my head off my shoulders and glanced over to the video camera. I gave the recording device a small smile and winked. If Rosalie saw this video, she would know what that would mean and know that despite my insecurties, I tried my best to be the man that could protect his girl. I tried so hard to be a man my parents would be proud of and Rosalie could love, instead of what I was now.

I just closed my eyes and let out a sigh as I waited for the finishing blow. Suddenly, a dumb question entered my head as it made me laugh softly.

How the hell did I end up here?

Chapter 1.

Michael

Awk...ward.

That's all I could think of when Charlie came to picked me up at the tiny excuse of an airport and gave me a weak attempt at a hug. A couple of exchanges of pleasantries were made before we started to walk over to his car and I stopped short. I just sighed at the sight of the transportation he brought and hung my head low. Charlie brought his police car, of all things to take me to my new home.

Well, my old home if I was being honest. My first home before my parents split up. I looked over to my dad as he shrugged sheepishly. Right, he had to use the car to get around since he was the sheriff of a small town. There was no point driving another car when he was pretty much always on duty and can be called in at any time. The next couple of hours went by after leaving the airport, driving back to Forks in relative silence. We didn't have much to say, being almost similar in that aspect since we weren't exactly small talkers.

So yeah. Awkward.

Pretty quickly after landing in Washington, I could feel how cold it was and was thankful for the fact I chose to wear the black hoodie my mom got me underneath my brown jacket. She was pretty upset when I chose to live with Charlie, giving her and Phil time to themselves since they were recently married. He was also a baseball player in the Minor League and was going to be traveling a lot, so I wanted for her to be with him instead of staying home with me.

That's me. Mr. Nice Guy.

"Hey, guess what? I got you a truck to drive around, Michael. I bought for you so don't worry about touching your college money or saving up for one." Charlie spoke up and broke the silence that I was enjoying. Oh, I forgot to mention that little fact in my inner monologue.

My name is Michael. Michael Swan. The only child of Charlie and Renee Swan and social pariah of Phoenix, Arizona. Soon to be Forks, Washington.

"Really? Wow, thanks. I...really appreciate that, Charlie." I was being honest. I thought I would have to save up for months after getting some lame job to get a car of my own. God knows that I was dreading being driven around in Charlie's cop car. That feeling of dread was replace with a little happiness at my situation as I smiled slightly.

"No problem, Mikey." My smile disappeared.

And there it goes.

Soon, we arrived at the house where I spent the first few years of my life and sighed at the sight of the old home. Welcome home, Michael and welcome to your new, boring life here in Forks. Nothing exciting ever happened here.

In hindsight, I wished I could go back and slap myself for ever thinking that stupid thought.

Minutes after we parked and got my bags out of the car, a pair of trucks drove up the single street leading to house and parked along side. One was a new model truck and the other...was a very old, orange truck that had seen better days about fifty years ago.

It was beautiful.

"Hey, Charlie! Wow, is that you Michael? You got big there. Look at you, little Mikey all grown up." A man with the cowboy hat spoke to me from the open window of his new truck. I quickly recognized him as Billy Black, my dad's best friend. Charlie laughed before pulling out a wheelchair out from the cab and helped Billy into the device.

"Yeah, he's grown up for sure." Charlie agreed. Billy nodded as he smiled up at me before looking at his best friend.

"Did you tell him?" Charlie nodded. I looked at the pair in confusion before a hopeful thought popped into my head and looked over to the old truck.

"Yep. Michael, that's your truck right there. Billy here got a brand new one to help his crippled butt around and need some cash to help buy it. So I bought his old one and now it's yours. Fully repaired and maintained, I hope?" Charlie asked as Billy laughed.

"Of course. I got my best mechanic on it. Jack, are you coming out or what?" he called out to the other driver who was in my new, old truck. The door opened with a creak and revealed someone that I didn't expect to be 'Jack'. A shy looking, tanned girl with an oversized, brown leather jacket on with an open flannel shirt underneath and a white shirt. A black beanie covered her head with her long, shiny black hair hung down past her shoulders. Blue jeans and a pair of old, brown boots finished the outfit.

She also had the biggest rack I ever...

"Dad! Please don't call me that!" she scolded Billy before hopping out of the truck. She looked over at me and quickly lowered her head with a small blush on her cheeks. "He's always doing that. Hi, Michael. Do you remember me?"

For the life of me, I tried. I really didn't want to upset the shy girl anymore than her dad caused already.

"Sure...Jack...ie. From when we were kids, right?" I took a shot in the dark and it paid off as a wide smile came across her supple lips.

Close call.

"Yeah, we used to make mud pies all the time." I could tell she immediately regretted her words as she looked away again shyly. "I mean, when we were kids and you used to visit every summer before you stopped."

"Yeah, Mikey. So you have lost time to make up with her. Maybe a date of some sorts?" Billy grinned before an angry look appeared on Jackie's red face. Charlie chuckled nervously as he wheeled Billy into the house before his daughter could kill him.

"We should leave these two be, Billy. Hey, Jackie. Why don't you show Michael the truck and tell him all the things he needs to know about it. He's not exactly 'car savy' when it comes to these things." This time it was my turn to look angrily at my own dad as the two old farts laughed and went inside. Jackie and I looked at each other in an uncomfortable silence before she motioned me to follow her. We went inside the truck and she showed me all the cool things about the old machine.

I immediately fell in love with the truck, flaws and all as Jackie explained the little quirks about it.

We soon started to talk more comfortably with each other and just as quick, the hours went by before she and Billy had to leave for the night. There was school tomorrow for the both of us and I was disappointed to find out that she went to the school on the reservation rather than the one in Forks. It would have been nice to have a friend to look forward to at my new school. But it just wasn't meant to be, I guess. Plus, she was cute in a tomboyish sort of way. She was more shy than I was, that was for sure and I could be pretty shy at times.

And it was obvious that our dads were trying to push us together in a possibly, romantic way. That sort of made things a little more awkward, but all in all, it was a nice evening and she was a nice person. After a dinner of pizza and my dad watching a football game, I went to bed early with an excuse that I was jet lagged from my flight. I went to my room and found that it was exactly the way I left it, plus a new bed to fit a teenager boy instead of a little kid. I sighed as I dropped my last bag on the floor before plopping on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Trying to go to sleep in order to be prepared for a new day and not dread being the new kid in school.

...

It didn't come easy.

Well, so far things weren't going...well.

Not only did I managed to be late to school because by some weird reason, I got lost in the small town. I somehow got the wrong class schedule and went to the wrong class, tripping along the way about ten times. It wasn't until a guy named Mike, again awkward, helped me to the right class and things started to go a little better for me. Especially since they were far behind in studies than I was. I pretty much looked like a genius to everyone. I started to relax more as the day went on.

Until I got to Gym class and got hit in the head with a basketball I was supposed to catch before tripping once more and landed on my face. Did I forget to mention that when I passed the ball, I hit a girl named Jessica in the back of the head while she was playing volleyball?

On the otherside of the court.

Yeah, I wasn't relaxed anymore.

For some reason, everyone was still okay with me being a walking accident and was very nice with me. Probably because Charlie was the sheriff of Forks and they didn't want to be on the receiving end of a ticket. Still, Mike and Jessica invited me to sit with them at lunch with a few of their own friends. After only tripping two more times, I managed to get my lunch to the table and sighed.

"Rough first day?" the boy named Eric asked. I nodded slowly, trying not to blush in embarrassment and stared at my apple.

"It's been a while since I was the new guy."

"I get it. It's hard, especially when you're in high school. It must a big change from Arizona, huh? All that sunshine to this weather?" Mike pointed out as everyone nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I never got much sun anyways. I'm not exactly the outdoors kind of guy. I never played sports or anything." I mentioned as Jessica pouted a little and rubbed the back of her head.

"I figured as much." she said, everyone laughing in return.

I laughed softly too, finally being able to relax again and started to eat my lunch. Things were starting to finally look up a little for me and if I just managed not to trip anymore today, I could survive this. That what I kept telling myself...

Until they came along.

It was like watching one of those teen movies in slow motion as the first of them started to arrive in the cafeteria. A short girl with brunette hair cut into a pixie style, walking hand in hand with a taller guy with wavy blonde hair. They were so...beautiful with obviously designer clothing which meant they had some serious cash. I watched in amazement as another movie-like couple followed them, a taller girl this time with long brown hair and a guy with gravity defying, spikey hair. Again, very beautiful and wearing expensive clothes. All four of them also had pale skin, probably because the lack of sun around here.

"Who are they?" I couldn't help, but asked as Jessica was more than willing to spill the gossip.

"Yeah, they are hard to miss. Those are the Cullens' kids, adopted by Dr. Cullen and his wife. Both of them are pretty young, but I guess they didn't mind adopting older children. Even though it's so weird that four of the five are couples."

"Come on, Jessica. Don't be jealous. You're just jonesing for Edward and his hair. It's not like any of them are related to each other." Mike explained before turning to me. "The little one and the blonde are Alice Cullen and Jasper Hale. Like Jessica said, they're a couple. The other two are Edward Cullen and Emma Cullen. I admit, it's a bit weird that they both chose to take their adopted parents last name, but everyone knows they're not related."

"Oh, that's cool. I agree, nothing wrong with that." So weird. "But wait, Jessica. You said five, I only see four."

Jessica and the other girl sitting with us both rolled their eyes as the guys chuckled at their reaction. Jessica looked at me before motioning to the door. "Don't worry, she's coming. Much to these horn dogs appreciation, she likes to make a solo grand entrance."

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I had no idea what she meant until the glass doors opened one more time and I found my breath stolen away from me. I could see now what Jessica meant as most guys turned to watch her enter the cafeteria. I never seen a girl like her before. Her blonde hair bounced in wave over her shoulders. Supple, pale pink lips accented her beautiful pale face and her eyes. Her golden eyes shined like gold as she walked over to her family's table, the curves of her body obvious to everyone in the large room.

"I see what you mean." I finally said something after a few minutes of staring like an idiot. Jessica rolled her eyes again as she looked over to her friend.

"Another one under her spell. That's Rosalie Hale, twin sister to Jasper and the Ice Queen of Forks High." the girls laughed as I watched the Cullen teenagers sit at their table, not eating their food for some reason. Suddenly, Rosalie's head whipped towards our table, staring down the girls as they quickly shut up and looked down at their food. I couldn't help, but laugh at their embarrassment as the blonde goddess silenced them with only a look. Then, for some reason...she looked at me.

I was in a trance as Rosalie's icy stare pierced right through me, as if she was trying to concentrate on something. A strange look appeared on her beautiful face as her thin eyebrows rose up in what I could only say was confusion. Maybe she was trying to figure out who I was. I was the new guy after all in school. But this look, it wasn't curiosity. It was as if she were trying to understand some kind of puzzle. Her reaction got more strange as her face slowly contorted into another look.

Almost like...if she was starving for something. If that made any sense, it didn't to me.

Then, one of the other girls had a strange look on her face. Alice, I think it was. As if she were daydreaming or something. She quickly looked at me in surprise, similar to Rosalie's, but not as threatening. Rosalie looked over to Alice just as quick and a shocked look appeared on her face as if she saw something horrible.

What in the hell was going on over there? Seriously.

By now, all the Cullens were looking over at me. No one else at my table noticed, just me as I shifted nervously in my seat. Did they think I was some kind of pervert or something? Staring over there like an idiot. Great, my first day and I was about to be labeled a creep. Seriously!

Suddenly, Rosalie got up and left her table and dumped her full tray of food into the trash. Instead of going to the doors that she came through earlier, she started to walk over to the other set of doors behind my table. Great, here it comes. She's going to say something to me in front of everyone about staring at her like a perverted creep. A beautiful woman about to cut my balls off. Things couldn't get any worse.

She passed around our table and stopped just a foot away from me, not looking at my scared face. Rosalie just looked ahead and took in a deep breath before her body shook ever so slightly. By this time, everyone else at my table noticed the most beautiful girl in school standing near me and quickly became quiet. Watching to see what she wanted and why she was there. I was scared shitless. I didn't know what the hell was going on. I was just so confused as I watched her close her eyes as if she was focusing on something.

Finally, she stopped trembling before slowly turning her head to the side and looked down at me with a blank face. Her eyes gently opened, revealing a pair of dark brown eyes that weren't there before. My new friends were deathly silent as they watched Rosalie stare at me. Her adopted brothers and sisters watching as well, tensed and looked like they were about ready to jump in a second's notice. And then much to everyone's surprise, she gave me the tiniest smirk on her supple, pale lips.

"Welcome to Forks."