A Twilight Fanfiction

Me : hello! this is da first chapter of my story. no reviews so far, but its to be expected! i hope you enjoy it!

It is a JasperXOC, EdwardXAlice, and BellaXJacob story

Recap Alice's POV

I open my eyes. The glaze in them drift off, and I focus my view. My family are sitting around me, looking somewhat concerned, and somewhat curious.

"Does that really happen, Alice?" I turn, and look into the golden eyes of my brother and husband, Edward. His brown hair was messy, probably from running his fingers through it constantly. He looks ecstatic.

I nod, smiling wildly. "Yup. And it'll begin soon, soon as she comes back."

Chapter 1 Bambi's POV

I sit in shotgun, in a dreaded, horrible awkward silence. I take a peek at the driver. He's tall maybe 5'11", but then again, everyone's taller than me. He has somewhat pale skin, average brown eyes, and dark brown hair. Probably where I get my hair from. He's wearing an officer's uniform, with the sheriff's badge pinned proudly on the left side of his chest.

This sheriff, who's driving me to my doom, is my father, Charlie Swan.

I look back out the window, looking at the rain. God, why can't I just run out there right now and forget everything?

We're close to the house now, I can feel it. Charlie gives off nervousness like it was sunlight back home. "So, umm tell me about yourself, Bambi. I feel really bad for not knowing one of my daughters."

Yeah right. I think. If you feel bad for not knowing me, how do you live with the guilt of knowing you left me to die in Italy, even though I'm glad for that? Of course, I don't dare say this outloud. I would be sent back home, and have to face the wrath of Aunt Jane. I inwardly shudder. "I speak 5 different languages, a major in music, literature, and the mythology of ancient cutlrues. I don't really like talking; I've never really been a social person." Only back at Italy am I social. I hate this place. I hate them.

Charlie glances at me. "Really?" He acts surprised. "5 languages? A prodigy, are we now?" His voice has a subtle hint of disgust.

"No prodigy." I nearly hiss. "I only speak them fluently, because they are the languages of the music I enjoy." I want so much to rip his throat out and give it to Fratello*. I'm sure he'd appreciate it, too. (*Brother)

"What do you speak?" He's genuinly curious this time, no hate, but still slight disgust.

"Italian, English, Latin, French and Spanish, in the order I learned them." I sigh, but smile inwardly to myself. If I get angry, I could curse them out, and they wouldn't know what I'd be saying. Living with them really did get me a little clever.

We pull up the the house, and I immediately feel sick. I want to go home. I miss Lo zio Aro, definitely Fratello Demeti, Hell, I even missLa zia Jane and her crazy, painful punishments. I would take that anyday If I could go home. But NOOO, I'm stuck to live with my real father and sister. Just drain me. Please?

We unpack the squad car, and Charlie leaves it all in the guest bedroom. I know he doesn't want me to annoy his precious Bella. So we get our own rooms.

Before he leaves he turns to me. "There's pizza on the counter if you want it. Bella won't be back until late, but she'll drive you guys to school. If you could, help her with her studies. She's a junior, and her grades are slipping a bit." With that, he leaves.

Pfft. Yeah right. Why would I want to help her with homework? I'm the one who has to take it in another language!

Ma tu sei fluentemente in che lingua, quindi non importa. Cercare di godere te stesso, poco uno. Si possono trovare ciò che si sta cercando. Io vi amo, sorella. Buona fortuna.A voice pops in my head. It brings me to tears. God, I miss Demetri. He just had to remind me I'm not there with him! ("Try to enjoy yourself, Little One. You may find what you are looking for. I love you, sister. Good luck.")

With his wish in mind, I straighten myself out, and unpack. The walls are a pale blue, matching my mood. The twin bed on the other sid eof the window, but I fix that. I love starring out of the window at night. The stars are worth losing sleep over.

All my clothes are put away, either in the closet: my nicer clothes from back home, including jackets, dressrobes, formal clothes and my cape, or the small, bedside dresser: jeans, shirts, and undergarments.

I take a quick shower, and get dressed in a black tanktop and blue badonkadonk shorts. As I walk into my new room of Doom, no rhyming intended, I see a black side bag, filled with books, folders, notebooks and writing intensils, from present day pencils to my personal favorite, quills and ink.

There's a note under the bag:

Bambi,

You're family back in Italy sent me money for school supplies. They'll aslo be sending money to you later on for personal use. You're first day's tomorrow, so here's all your books and stuff.

Dad

I roll my eyes. Of course they're gonna be sending me money. It's not like they want me to grow up poorly. When will the mortals learn?

I crawl under the black comforter, turn off the light by my bed and dresser, and begin humming some Italian lullabies that Demetri had taught me when I was little.

Eventually, my mind wanders around. Lo zio Aro had mentioned a cove of vampires living in this area. They are said to be "vegatarians" or feeding off the blood of animals instead of the blood of humans. I've never heard that before.

There are 7 vampires. Carlisle Cullen, the father, or leader. I've seen portraits of him in Lo zio Aro's office a few times. Blonde hair, and the golden hazel eyes they get from animal blood, while human blood keeps your eyes red. That's how you know if they are dangerous or not. He looked like he was changed around the human age of 20.

Esme, his wife. She was changed by Carlisle because she had jumped off a cliff in depression over her lost child. She was brought to the morgue, as they assumed she had died. They are happily married, so I'm told. Shoulder length dark brown hair, golden eyes.

Edward, Carlisle's official adopted son for years. He was changed before Esme, but has wandered around for several years, before officallly staying with the others. Golden/brown short, wavy hair, golden eyes. Has the ability to mind-read.

When I first heard that, I was rather ecstactic. Some one else other than me and Lo zio can read minds and memories. I always wonder if his ability is stronger than mine, considering I'm still human, sort of.

Next is Alice, Edward's wife. From what was gathered, she has no memory of her human life, only after she was changed. She is short, maybe 5'4", but it's still taller than me, with short, dark, dark brown spikey hair, golden eyes. She has the power to see into the future, but hers are subjective. Mine are definite.

Rosalie, the sister. She was changed after she was raped and left for dead by her fiance. She was changed and joined the Cullen's before Alice's arrival. Perfect blonde hair, figure and golden eyes. Bit of a nasty attitude, especially anyone who's a threat to her family.

Emmet, Rosalie's hubby. Extremely tall and muscular, very short black hair, cocky attitude. Most likely impulsive. Rosalie had found him mauled by a bear, and she had saved him by bringing him to Carlisle.

Last is Jasper. He is the most interesting, along with his own power. He has golden blonde hair and the golden eyes, and looks remarkably like Rosalie, so the 2 are called twins when in the presence of humans. His power is amazing. He senses emotions and can control them, making you feel anything at anytime.

I wonder if the Cullen's know anything about me, because here I am, knowing nearly everything about them from the memories Lo zio had borrowed from Carlisle and Edward.

I hear the rumble of a loud truck. Using inhuman speed, I'm by the window looking to the driveway. A red/orange old Chevy pickup is parked in the driveway. Out comes a girl. Her scent is human, but is delicious, even for me saying that. She has long, curly dark brown hair like mine, but mine is just passed my hips, while hers is just below her shoulders. Her eyes are also a lot darker than mine, and her height is around 5'7". Taller than me. She also has incredibly pale skin.

This must be my sister, Isabella Rose Swan. (A/N I don't remember her middle name) She looks like a snob, probably because her nickname Belle or Bella means beauty/beautiful in French.

I like my name better. It's also kind of ironic. Un Bambi Rosa-Della-Bellazza Volturi-Swan. Translated, my name is Child Rose's-Beauty Volturi-Swan. I was named after the Italian word for "child", un bambino, and "rose's beauty" is because the rose is my favorite flower, and I used to wear roses in my hair for as long as I could remember.

I am a child compared to my family. They are years old, centuries old, and I am human, with abilities. But come my 18 birthday, I will no longer be.

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