Clockwork

Disclaimer: Only this story is mine. The setting and characters belong to SM.

Ch. 2: First Sight

BPOV

I had woken up earlier than normal on Saturday morning and thought it would be nice to do something special for Renee. I made my way down to the kitchen and after a bit of scrounging, ended up making Cinnamon Bun French Toast with maple cured sausage patties. My grandchild padded down from her room and sniffed appreciatively in the direction of the still cooking food.

"Damn, Gran, I've missed your cooking but if you keep making stuff like that then I'm going to get fat," she laughed when I put a full plate in front of her.

"Please, you couldn't get fat if you tried," I replied as I sat down with a plate of my own. We both fell on our breakfast like lumberjacks not realizing just how hungry we were.

Renee talked animatedly about her friend Billy and his son as we took turns getting ready. I never understood how she was able to carry on a conversation while she showered or brushed her teeth. The more she went on about this guy, the more serious I knew her feelings were. Then there was Jacob, apparently the poor boy was hit by a drunk driver and paralyzed from the waist down. I might be able to do something for him that the doctors couldn't, I theorized. Normally, I would've bothered because you can't save everyone but when she told me the kid was a gear head, let's just say it gave me a soft spot for him.

I once more turned down the offer to join her at La Push after I finished getting ready then we parted ways. The entire drive to Port Angeles my excitement grew. Once I reached the city limits, my mood switched to pensive. If anyone had so much as scratched my lovely there was going to be hell to pay. I was pleased to find everything in pristine condition when I arrived.

Sunday was not so good. Renee hadn't shown back up from her cliff diving date the day before but I wasn't worried because I knew she could take care of herself. She still wasn't back when I woke up and made breakfast. My cell buzzed with an incoming text while I was eating. I found a message from her that said she'd be back in the early afternoon. My heart had started to bother me and tremors rippled through my body so I was thrilled when Renee came home. It would've been fine if she was alone but no, she had to bring Billy, Jacob and the four members of the Clearwater family.

"Hey Bells, I hope you don't mind but my friends wanted to meet my little cousin," my wayward descendent called out in a gentle tone and I hid the scowl that threatened to twist my features.

Everyone filed into the living room where I'd been watching a DVD of Mysterious Island that starred Patrick Stewart. I'd forget my orientation for a night to teach that bald Brit a few maneuvers. But that was another matter entirely; Renee noticed the slight shaking in my body the second she looked at me and I saw the regret in her eyes over not giving me a heads up so I could tell her it was going to be a bad day. She quickly introduced me to everyone and I fought to regain tight control over my body.

Billy looked to be in his late 30's, a little over 6 feet tall and well muscled. He, like our other guests, had deep russet colored skin and long raven black hair. Jacob had his father's looks and well developed upper body. His own sense of style showed through in how he'd personalized his wheelchair. It was flat black with red leather flames stitched into the seatback. Seth and Leah Clearwater were younger clones of their parents, Harry and Sue. Unfortunately, my tremors got worse but at least it ended the evening's torture. My granddaughter had taken it upon herself to sit by my bedside through the night while I slept.

It still felt like I wasn't firing on all pistons when I arrived at school this morning. After parking the Tank in the student lot, I slowly made my way over to the small building that was the Office. A plump middle-aged woman with bright pumpkin orange hair was sitting at the secretary's desk behind the counter absorbed in a tawdry romance novel. The name tag on her desk read Mrs. Cope. I cleared my throat and the distracted woman jumped with a startled gasp.

"C-c-can I help you, dear," the older woman stammered in embarrassment over being caught unaware.

"I'm Isabella Swan and I needed to pick up my schedule," I replied and made sure nothing in my tone or expression showed that I'd noticed anything.

Mrs. Cope muttered something about the Chief's cousin being expected then rummaged around her desk until she found the file she was looking for. She brought it back to the counter then pulled out my schedule, a map of the school and a slip of paper that I needed to get all my teachers to sign. I left the office just as the first bell rang then ran into a slender boy with greasy black hair and acne.

"You must be Isabella, I'm Eric," the youth said as we helped each other get back up.

"I prefer Bella. Pleased to meet you, Eric," I commented before I headed in the direction of my homeroom/first class. It was obvious that the boy had delusions of romance as he "helped" me find my way.

The only good thing about my morning was that it went quickly and it was time for lunch. Otherwise, it was about as nightmarish as I'd feared because by the time I entered the cafeteria, there was a pack of over-eager terriers nipping at my heals; Eric had been joined by a smarmy fellow named Mike Newton and rebel-without-a-clue, Tyler Crowley. The school's resident bicycles, Lauren Mallory and Jessica Stanley, walked ahead of us but occasionally shot jealous glances back my way. The only decent people I'd met today were Angela Webber and Ben Cheney. It was obvious that those two were secretly crushing on each other.

There was one odd thing that drew my attention when I made my way from my last class with my unwanted entourage. I had the distinct feeling that I was being watched and not just from my admirers.

EPOV (Emmett)

For the past several weeks the entire town, not just the students of Forks High, had been buzzing with gossip of Chief Swan's younger cousin moving to town. Like the rest of my family, I felt bad for the unknown human girl but at least the idea of her had deflected everyone's interest away from us. It was always dangers whenever we moved to a new place. The more people were drawn in to our supernatural beauty and monitored our every move then it was only a matter of time before they figured out that we weren't human. That we were a family of vampires but nobody was going to take the time to discover we only drink animal blood. The only things that would be left to do at that point were to kill anyone that discovered our secret then vanish without a trace.

About a week ago, my psycho pixie sister, Alice, started prancing even more hyper than normal and counted down the days until the new girl arrived. Esme, our mother kept shooting hopeful glances and me, Edward and Rose because we were the only single members in our family. She and Carlisle were a mated pair along with Alice and Jasper. Of the three of us, Eddie was too much of a prude and wouldn't know what to do with a woman if she came with illustrated instructions. Me, I was well versed in womanology but there was this little thing from the club that had drawn my interest. That left Rosalie, I've know she's been into chicks since I woke up from the change. Her last few months as a human, particularly her last hour, had been all kinds of fucked up. If any of us deserved a happy ending then it was her.

I rode to school with Rose in her red M3 convertible because pussy-boy's… I meant Edward's precious Volvo was too cramped to hold me. We met the others in the parking lot and I hung back while my siblings headed to their classes. From a safe vantage point, I waited for Isabella Swan to arrive. It wasn't long before she pulled up in rusted out '56 Chevy truck. The brunette human girl looked familiar but I knew that I'd never met her before. I rushed off to class when she entered the Office.

For some reason, I found myself leaning in the doorway of an empty classroom across from the cafeteria as I waited for the rest of my family. The queen bitches, Lauren and Jessica walked past me shooting glares at the Swan girl behind them. Then I understood why when I saw Yorkie, Newton and Crowley trailing after the new girl with lust filled gazes. I was about to start looking for my siblings when the movement of Isabella brushing a strand of hair behind her ear caught my attention. For the flash of an instant, the pale skin behind her ear was exposed and my enhanced eyesight noted the small tell-tale tattoo.

Oh my god… oh my god, it's her. The Mistress is here, she's really here! Do I talk to her? What do I say? I'll call Basil then keep an eye on her. Shit, I hope she doesn't catch me then think I'm some kind of stalker. I wonder why she's wearing those vanilla clothes, I thought nervously then pulled out my cell phone and dialed a number from memory.

"Hey Emmett, what can I do for you," Basil answered in his British baritone.

"Knight Commander, The Mistress has moved to Forks," I told him as I looked around to make sure nobody heard my half of the conversation.

RPOV

Today was even more tedious than usual because all anyone could talk about was Isabella Swan. All I wanted was to get away from the incessant prattling of these awful children but had to stay because my family missed enough school on those rare sunny days. Em, that big teddy bear, hadn't been waiting for us outside the cafeteria at lunch time. In fact, his scent led away from it and outside. We found him sitting at one of the picnic tables but he seemed lost in thought.

The lunch hour passed with all of us making plans to go up to Seattle for the weekend. I'd gotten a text from Alice during my fifth period History class that said Eddie had to go home because of the new girl's scent. The smug mind reading jackass always vaunted his superior control. Yeah, right, I was the only member of the family that had never tasted human blood. Whereas, Mr. I-need-the-stick-in-my-ass-replaced-by-a-rock-hard-cock, had run off after a decade of being a vampire to feed off humans. The self-righteous prick needed to be taken down a peg or three.

I went into my sixth period Drafting class and set up my materials. The rest of the students filtered in. Unfortunately, the triplets of terror were in this class with me. Mike, Tyler and Eric continued to beg me for dates. I'd heard that they'd gone after Miss Swan but they were incorrigible and refused to take no for an answer. It was only a matter of time before they started after me again. Mr. Mason was about to start class when the girl in question walked in then handed him a slip to sign. He affixed his signature then kept her at the front of the classroom.

"Class, as you are aware we have a new student. Why don't you introduce yourself," the teacher directed.

"I'd prefer not," she shot back while my senses drank in every detail about her. The human girl had shoulder length brown hair and pale skin. Her heart shaped face held stunning chocolate brown eyes I could get lost in and full lips. Her body was a petite 5-foot-5 and had all the right curves. I had to force my eyes from gravitating to her full beasts. When she turned her head, I noticed a small tattoo behind her left ear of looked like one of those Rotary Club wheels that was blue and bisected, vertically, by gold scepter topped with ruby. She looked pained as she pulled out an antique pocket watch and looked at the time. The ticking and whirring of the time piece had an oddly calming effect on me.

"Too bad, this is my classroom and I want you to introduce yourself to everyone," Mr. Mason stated rather harshly.

"Fine. My name is Isabella Marie Swan but I prefer to be called Bella. I'm 17 and I moved here from Phoenix to live with my cousin Renee because I'm dying. That means I'm not going to take any crap from you hormonal asshats or teachers. I enjoy building and restoring anything mechanical, especially clocks. Most people find my clock fetish to be morbid but I really don't care. For you guys that think you're going to get into my pants, the only way that will ever happen is if you grow a descent B-Cup, your dicks turn into vaginas and you look like her," Bella stated bluntly and was pointing at me while she took out her cell phone then pressed a number.

"Miss Swan, that was uncal…," the old bastard started to say but was interrupted.

"No, what was uncalled for was forcing me to do something I felt uncomfortable with. If I recall correctly, most schools nowadays frown upon any form of harassment, bullying or hazing. Since my cousin, Chief Swan is listening in as we speak; I can guarantee that she'll be waiting for both of us in the Principal's Office after class. At that time, you can explain why you should still keep your job after causing undue stress to a dying girl. Now, I'm going to go sit in the only available seat and spend the rest of the period drawing up new plans for a clock," the brunette cut in with a cold tone and Mr. Mason paled.

The rest of the students and I sat there dumbfounded as she had taken the seat next to me then did as she said she would. The bell had rung before anyone snapped out of their shocked haze. Our teach and the little hellcat that had put him in his place left in short order then made their way to the administration building. Oh how I wanted to be a fly on the wall for that conversation. I noticed the Police Cruiser parked in the Student Lot but was distracted by Alice waving at me like a demented garden gnome. I rolled my eyes and made my way over to where she, Em and Jasper waited.

"I had a vision and Mr. Mason is going to resign. The school is going to look through their files to find a replacement for him and Esme will get a call to finish out the school year as his substitute," the pixie trilled and danced about. I glanced over to her mate and gave him a look. Jasper shot her with such a large dose of lethargy that Alice fell into his arms limply and looked stoned.

"What's she like," he asked me and a little bit of his Texas accent showed. I stopped midstride back to the car because I realized that I hadn't even spoken to her. Both of my brothers noticed my sheepish expression and laughed.

"Don't worry about it babe, I have a feeling she's going to fit in well with us," Emmett commented as we all got into my M3 then headed home.

AN: Another chapter down and the plot thickens. I'd wanted Emmett to geek out a bit and go all fanboy but I just couldn't get it to work without completely giving everything away.