A/N: Welcome to the magical realm of my mind. Please keep your hands and feet inside at all times. NO TOUCHING. I hope you enjoy. All different POV's will be told at the beginning of each chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight. I just own Edward's alternate personality. And Alice's strange facination with Aura's tongue ring...

Chapter 1

3rd person

Aura Swan knew it was coming. She knew that her mother would be sending her to Forks, Washington as soon as Renee (her mother) got married to that baseball-playing bozo. She knew her mother didn't like how she looked nothing like either of her parents. She knew that her mother was, once again, pregnant with a little girl. She knew her mother would name her Isabella, because that was what Aura was going to be named, before her father got a say in it.

You see, Renee had brown, wispy hair that was cut short to her chin. Her eyes were brown and held all her emotions for the world to see. They were the gateway to her soul.

Charlie, Aura's father, had short brown hair and really dark brown hair. He liked to fish and watch sports on his huge flat-screen TV. He didn't really like to show his emotions.

Aura was another story. She had brown hair with red highlights to about her lower back, sometimes expressive, sometimes cold, violet eyes, and a personality that would frustrate the most calm beings. She loved dark colors like blood red, black, and dull purple. She loved the music her parents would call noise and would tell her to turn down constantly to no avail.

At exactly four o'clock the next Monday, Aura stepped off the plane in Port Angeles, Washington, and walked to meet her father outside of the airport.

She had worn her purple-tinted shades, a dark purple tight t-shirt with a black bat in the upper left corner, a short black shirt with chains hanging from the back, black combat boots, and purple-and-black striped stockings. Her hair was down, with a neon purple streak in her chin-length bangs.

She walked out to see Charlie leaning against his police cruiser, looking up at the sky while it started drizzling. She gave him a blank look when he took her bags and put them into his trunk.

"I could have got that," she said with no expression as she got into the passenger seat.

He glanced at her then did a double-take. "You changed your hair. And your clothes. And your personality." He gave her a long once-over. "You look like one of those Cullen boys," he muttered under his breath as he pulled out of the parking lot. The ride to Aura's new (old) home was silent.

Aura POV
Present

I lay on my bed, staring hard at the roof, waiting for my alarm to go off. Its five o'clock in the morning and I cannot sleep. At all. The rain is pounding heavily on the roof and wild is making the old house creak and groan.

I finally just get up, turn off my alarm, pick up my clothes, and go to take my shower in the shared only bathroom.

After having my body scalded to a fresh pink, I step out and dry off with a fluffy black towel then get dressed in my red-and-black outfit; a black dress without sleeves, a red corset, red flats, knee-high black socks with little white bats in a seemingly random way, and a black silk hair-band with a big red silk bow attached to it. I leave my hair down and change my purple streak for a red one.

When I step out of the bathroom to get my make-up, its stopped raining and is now a few minutes after six. I step back into the still foggy bathroom, wipe off the mirror, and open my make-up bag. I pull out white powder, black eyeliner, red eyeshadow, black lipstick, and a large foundation brush.

I put the powder on, line my eyes darkly with a little wing to it, put on my eyeshadow darkly, apply my lipstick, and put it all up before you could say "My cat has AIDS and you're taking him to the vet!" three times fast. If, that is, you could say that fast.

Needless to say, I spend the next few minutes trying say that three times fast without slipping up. Around six-thirty, I finish up with that, run downstairs, grab a pop-tart, and run outside to stand there dumbly for a moment.

How the hell was I getting to school?

Then it hit me; my bike. My bike is actually a Harley Davidson 2009 Sportster Nightster in black and silver.(pic on profile) I love her like a real person and had named her Yew when I first got her. I walk into the garage and find her gleaming beautifully in the harsh light of the garage lightbulb.

I lovingly stroke her as I walk by to get my helmet (stupid laws) then hop on. When she roars to life, I moan in complete bliss. "You're wonderful, babe, like always," I tell her sweetly as I back her out. Then I rip down the road to school, my book bag slung over my left shoulder.

I never would have guessed this collection of red brick buildings is a school, 'cause really? No way. Back home, The school was huge and had about three thousand people. I was still a freak there. Now, in Forks, there's about three hundred kids. I'm sure I'll be so isolated that everyone will wear fuckin' bio suits around me because I'll have some stupid disease of some kind or another.

When I cut off my engine, I notice everyone staring. Well, of course everyone's staring. I have a freaking motorcycle in this tiny own. Everyonein a five mile radius will stare at me. Duh, stupid girl.

Then I notice the whispers. They're starting right after I come out of the office with my schedule. Or they've been going on while I was in there, I don't know. But it still vexes me when people stare as I walk into the main building, where my first class, Latin or some stupid shit, is.

As I sit in the very back, eyes follow. I sigh and sink into the seat, eyes one the blinding white whiteboard. I notice someone sit next to me and I don't look at whoever it is.

"Hi. I'm Edward."

I glance over at the smooth voice to see something so perfectly wonderful that its hard to look away. His hair is bronze and hanging over one topaz eye. He's pale, as pale as me, with rippling muscles under a black Bullet For My Valentine t-shirt. His pants are baggy and black with chains hanging from them. He's wearing red Converse high-tops. Like I said, perfectly wonderful.

I give him a blank look. "Aura Swan. I'm new."

He awards me a crooked grin. "I think I would notice someone like you before, so it's a little obvious that you're new. I saw the bike. Nice ride. You own?"

He actually interested? In me? Is this an alternate universe? Have I fallen into loco world? Or is this Pick-On-Aura-Until-She-Feels-Accepted-Then-Laugh-And-Run-Away-Making-Her-Feel-Like-Crap Day? "Yeah. Got her last year, round October. From a, now ex, boyfriend. The look on Renee's face was priceless when I roared up on Yew."

"Yew?" he asks, seeming confused and completely ignoring the talking teacher. I like him already.

"I named her. Her name is Yew. When you don't have friends, you talk to things. Like bikes. Or stuffed animals. Or trees. Don't talk to trees. When you get mad at them and try to punch them, it hurts. A lot." I frown at the memory of Renee getting me into the hospital to fix me up. They had given me some nice meds. You know, to relieve the de-habilitating pain I was in from punching a tree . . . .

"I don't think that will be much of a problem," Edward responds in his quiet voice. Its nice and soft, like silk or velvet. His voice, I mean. He looks away a moment and I see a glint of metal.

"Hey, Edward. You got ear rings?" I mutter to him, turning a bolt in the top of my ear. It pulls skin and I don't react in any way. I'm kinda a masochist, in my own way.

He looks back at me and nods then pulls his hair behind his ears, showing the four bolts in his left ear. He turns his head and shows the six in his right. Then he grins and sticks out his tongue to show me the bolt through it. That's when I notice his snakebites in gleaming silver with little red crystals that I know, without a doubt, are real rubies. He just gives off a subtle rich-guy vibe. Not in the better-than-thou way. More of a I'll-get-you-what-you-ask-for way.

I grin back then show him my tongue ring that has a cute purple-and-black swirl on the showing ball. I push my hair behind my ears to show the five bolts in my right ear and the three in my left. He's already seen my snakebites and angelbites, my eyebrow piercing, and my nose ring. All for pain, that's me. I even have a belly-button ring and a itty-bitty tattoo. Well, not itty-bitty-, per say . . . just smaller than my hand, but larger than, say, a Starbucks coffee cap.

The tattoo was the subject of controversy at the Swan residence when Charlie saw it. I mean, its just on my stomach! And its not really much of anything but a cluster of small black stars! It didn't even really hurt! But he had to make a big deal about it, the man who's not been in my life for four years, that I know of.

Edward nods his approval and sits back in his chair, leaning his head back and exposing his neck. There, right behind his left ear, is a star done in red with black flames around it. (Wish I had a pic T.T) He grins when he sees me staring at it. "You like?"

I stare a little more then nod slowly. "I think I've found my first friend," say in a awestruck voice. I look back at the teacher to see she's now trying to get the class to repeat what she's saying, but, like Edward and I (I shudder at the ring of it), they're all talking and completely ignoring her. While watching her carefully, I reach down into my bag, and pull out a vanilla Starbucks frappuccino. I twist the lid and it gives a small POP that makes Edward look over, but he's the only one.

"What's that?" he asks, eyeing the glass bottle reproachfully. What's his problem with coffee? Its not that bad, is it?

"Coffee." I yawn behind my hand. "Mmm, perfect timing." I turn up the bottle and down it before you can say "Put the bottle down or I'll light you up like the forth of July!" two times. After a couple minutes, the caffeine kicks in and I'm bouncing in my seat.

"Remind me never to let you have caffeine in any way in the future," Edward mutters, shaking his head in disbelief later into the day.

"Hey, man, its your fault for not stopping me before it went down!" I reply. It sounds like '!'and I laugh about it.

He sighs and shakes his head. "Hey, you wanna meet my family? You know, my brothers and sisters?" As if an after thought, he adds, "and my parents, of course."

We're about to walk into the cafeteria and he stops to talk to me outside of it. I look it and see that a lot of other people are already in there and smell that the food smells nothing like food. I flick my snakebites and stare into space, thinking about whether or not I want to meet them.

Finally I decide it can't hurt and nod. "Sure. They in here?" I ask, indicating the cafeteria.

"Yes, actually." He opens the door. "Ladies first."

I stick my tongue out at him as I walk by then take in the cafeteria scene. Back home, the cafeteria was huge. I mean, ginormous. Every class in a single grade is in there, so it kinda had to be. Here, with only three hundred people, the cafeteria is considerably smaller. In the back, a single table is open, with enough seats for six Edward goes to that table and holds out my seat.

Again, I stick my tongue out at him. This time, he reciprocates with a long staring session. The object of his attention? Me. I don't like the force of which he stares with those wonderful topaz eyes. I look away and take deep, calming breaths, trying not to hyperventilate from the force of his gaze. And in comes some of the most beautiful people I've ever seen in my life.

There's four 'people', if you can even call them that. One's tall with short curly brown hair and dimples in his little-boy face. He's grinning at something someone else said. His body is so nice that I'm sure people have melted when they see him, he's so buff. He's wearing blue jeans, a black button-up shirt that has white designs on it, and red Converse shoes. On his wrist is a cuff with a lion.

Another is tall as well, with sandy-blond hair and a really nice face. He says something to curly hair and I catch a hint of a southern accent. He's got a good body, too. He's wearing blue jeans, a plain white tee, and black boots. He's wearing the same cuff as curly hair.

There's two girls. One is shorter with short, pixie cut hair framing a made-to-smile face. She grins at sandy-hair and gives him a quick hug. Her clothes are obviously designer. She has on a pale blue button-up shirt, blue skinny jeans, and black wedge heels that add another few inches to her height. She has a blue ribbon around her neck with a tiny lion on it.

The other girl is tall, with long blond hair and the face of a super-model. She's dressed designer, too. Now that I look, they all are. She has a v-neck blue denim vest that clings, blue skinny jeans, and black flats. Around her neck, the lion is huge on a pewter circle attached to a chain.

I look back at Edward and see that one of his ear rings has the lion on it.

Everyone stops at the table and all talking stops in the little group of four. The blond gives me a calculating look then decides something and gives me a blinding white smile as she sits on my other side. "Hi. I'm Rosalie Hale."

"Aura Swan. Nice to meet you." I give her a small smile that I know doesn't reach my eyes.

Curly hair sits next to her and gives me a dimpled grin. "Emmett Cullen. You seem like fun."

I laugh a little and look away. "I'm not that fun. Okay, maybe a little."

Pixie hair frowns at the lack of being able to sit next to the new girl. So she just sits across from me and smiles. "Hi. I'm Alice. We're gonna be great friends. This is Jasper."

Jasper is sandy hair and he sits next to Alice, which is next to Emmett. He nods at me. "How do you do?"

I give him a half smile. "I'm good. Its all good." I look around the table, taking long looks at the people around me. Then I notice something. They all hove those same topaz eyes.

I stretch out and give a glare to Edward, who had given me an appreciative whistle. When he just grins at me, I stick my tongue out at him for the third or fourth time today.

Alice gasps and leans forward. "That's such a cool tongue ring! Where'd you get it?"

I blink and give her a blank look. "You don't really seem like the type that ask about piercings. But I got it at a pawn shop in Seattle for six dollars. The guy gave me his number." I look down at my folded hands and twirl a plain pewter band with grooves in it on my right hand.

"I wonder if Esme or Carlisle would kill me if I got my tongue pierced," Alice muses, looking at the table blankly. After a moment, she looks up and grins. "Nah, it'd be okay. I mean, Edward's alright with one. Mine shouldn't be a problem."

I glance up to see Edward shaking his head slowly, a small smile on his perfect face. I look back at Alice. "Your tongue's gonna swell. It'll be a little sore and it'll hurt to eat. Well, that's what I was told before I got mine. I was fine."

"As was I," Edward puts in, still smiling a little. It looks good on him. When I first met him, he was looking kind of dejected. But a smile, even this little one, lights his face up like a florescent on chrome.

I smile at him and he gazes at me, an unknown (to me) look in his warm eyes. God, he's wonderful. Better looking than any guy I've ever seen before. Without noticing, I'm just staring at him, no expression on my face. But he's still smiling. And its such a beautiful smile. An absolutely wonderful, breath-taking, delicious smile that gets slowly bigger as I think this. Now it's a full-blown grin that's making me sit there like a bump on a log with my mouth hanging open.

"Hey. Guys. Guys. Guys? Guys!" Alice shouts at us.

I jump and look at her, blood rushing to color my cheeks. "Yeah. What's up?" I ask, forcing the blush away.

"Its almost time for class. You two have been staring at each other for about twenty minutes." She shakes her head at us. "Seriously, you guys. Sexual tension was so thick you could cut it cleanly with a butter knife."

I roll my eyes and stare out the window behind her. What if she's right? What if I did want him? What if, what if, what if. Blah, blah, blah. It'd be kind of early to tell, considering I just met him! Oh, Edward. You have no idea how much you confuse me.

Edward POV

I listen to Aura raptly. What she thinks is so interesting that sometimes I want to comment on her thoughts. I know that wouldn't be very wise, considering that right now she's thinking of the twenty minutes we had been staring at each other.

"She obviously likes you, Eddie."

I look at Emmett with absolutely no emotion on my face. He grins and looks at Aura then flicks his eyes back to me.

"Aura. She obviously likes you."

I sigh and put my head in my hands with my elbows on the table. "Shut up. You don't know what you're talking about," I mutter back to him into my palms. I tune Emmett out because at that moment, Rose flips her hair behind her shoulder and Emmett's mind takes a trip down what he thinks will happen later into the day.

"I wonder if he would like me. No, that's an impossible thought. Stupid mind. Stop thinking about hottie Edward and get on with thinking of other things. Oh who am I kidding? He's absolutely perfect. He's so hot. He's wonderfully wonderful! Oh, God. I'm turning into a babbling school girl. I despise those people."

I cough, choking on air. What the hell is up wth her head? She's so fucking weird!

"Edward. You're missing things I'm thinking right at you," Alice yells at me in her head. "Did you see my latest vision?"

I lift my head and give her a look that shouts 'Obviously not.'

She sighs in her head. "You two. I might just have to throttle you and kindnap her so she can take me to get my tongue pierced. Anyway. Here's the vision." She puts up the memory of her latest vision.

~Start~

Aura smiles lightly at me then looks away to her bike, Yew. Beside it is another bike, mine. There's two helmets on the ground in front of them and another girl pulls up on a bike that's identical to Aura's in every way but color. Where Aura's is black and white, the other girl's is black and orange.

"Bella!" Aura shouts, standing to run to the girl.

I stay on the ground, watching the two hug.

"Hey Aura. I couldn't stay away from my vampire counterpart," the girl responds.

"Edward! Come here and talk to my sister!" Aura commands. I do as she says without any hint of anger or surprise.

"Hey, Bells. Its been a while," I say to the girl as I give her a light hug.

She gives a light laugh. "Only thirty-two years! Gosh, guys! Don't you two have other things to do than wait around for me? Like take care of that girl you two 'addopted'? She's waking up, you know."

Aura nods and grins. Then she leans over and gives me a peck on the mouth. "Hun, let's go check on Rebeka. She might be freaking out from lack of her vampire parents," Aura says laughingly. "Oh and what do you mean by 'addopted'? Its legal! For another few years."

All of us go inside and the vision ends before I get to see my future child.

~End~

I blink hard at the sight of the cafeteria table, frowning. When did that get there? Then I remember. Aura. Bella. Rebeka. Aura as a vampire. Bella as a vampire. Rebeka probably going to be a vampire. Aura and I together.

I look up at Alice to see her grinning at something Aura has said. She quickly takes notice of the strange look I have no doubt is on my face. "This could have waited," I fast-whisper to her.

"Yeah, I know." She grins and gives a quick, witty response to a comment Aura has made.

A/N: I don't know about you guys, but I like it. So. Let me know if you like it. Press that thing that says review or whatever and type those precious, life-giving words into the box given. Okay, a bit of exageration here, but come on! Its my first story!