AN: Flashbacks are in Italics.
The wind rattled hard and fast against large, jagged rocks and the rain lashed heavy, smashing down on the ground. Only through a small crack in the rocks did the wind carry. Through this crack lay a woman who was fast asleep, or so it seemed. The only sound in this small cave, aside from the wind and rain was the sound of ticking, getting slower and slower. A faint mist could be seen hovering over the girls body as the ticking slowed. Without warning, it stopped, muting all sound except the wind and rain.
Then one sound: an intake of breath. Suddenly, the woman who lay down on the ground sat up and the faint mist disappeared off her body, rolling off her skin and seeping into the cool, hard floor. With a groan of pain, Isabella put her hand up to her head and let out a whimper. She groaned again before pushing herself up off the ground. The moment she was on two feet, she almost lost her balance and ended up on the cave floor again.
In panic, Isabella grabbed a near by rock to steady her movement, trying to slow down the swaying of the world. Or was that her? "Fuck, this is going to take some time getting used to," she mumbled to herself.
Looking down at her attire, she frowned at her ripped and muddy clothes. "This isn't going to do." Shaking her head, she moaned soft and low, her hand flying to her throat to ease the burning there. Scared, she thought back to what seemed only moments ago.
Screaming, fire, pleas for help. Isabella Swan made her way through the burning village, stopping for no one. Not a screaming child, a scared mother or a burning human. She valued her life more than that of the people in this village. The sounds of voices calling after her reached her ears, causing Isabella to speed up. She wouldn't let them catch her, she couldn't. Running over to a nearby house, she broke down the door and raced through it to the other side.
When met by another door, she kicked it through like the first and made her way towards the forest beyond. The sounds of snarls getting closer to her made her slow heart speed up and adrenals to gush her blood through her veins. Despite her fear, she wouldn't give up. She must go on. She had to know who were were chasing her. It wasn't Caesar or anyone in association to him, she knew. So it could only of been for one thing: the locket she had stole.
She knew, of course, that they wouldn't give up easily. But, neither would she. Taking a left, Isabella headed towards the cliffs. If she could reach the top of the cliff, she could get away and they wouldn't dare follow her. Especially because she planned to jump off the edge, into the dark, stormy sea with angry, frothing waves that were cut open by the jagged rocks at the bottom. She just knew they wouldn't follow her through fear.
Running faster, Isabella strained her hearing until she could hear the heavy footfalls behind her, catching up with her. Taking a large risk, she looked behind her very quickly and grinned maliciously. There was four chasing after her. Drawing closer to the cliff, Isabella started to climb her way up the hill, her hands embedding into rocks and her arms heaving her up. The sounds of furious snapping jaws were right in her ear as she stumbled, then jumped over a dislodged rock.
Gaining her speed back after her act of clumsiness, Isabella ran harder. As soon as she reached the top of the cliff, she wasted no time with thoughts, fear or second guesses. She could survive without breathing. She'd never tested the theory, true, but she would make it. Without hesitation, she took the leap of faith and jumped right off the very edge of the cliff, falling immobile through the cold air.
For a few stolen moments, she felt alive with fear, adrenaline, glee and excitement. Her dark hair hadn't caught up with her and suspended in the air, her eyes were wide and excited; she was powerful, immortal and fierce as water rushed to greet her, promising death. Seemingly out of no where, Isabella landed feet first in the ice cold water below. Her body tensed, seized up before her brain kicked in and she used her arms to bring herself back up to the surface, just in time to see her pursers at the top of the cliff, screaming their frustration.
With a vicious grin, she started swimming away, the locket still held tightly into her hand.
With a small snarl, Isabella tucked her locket into her chest so it was covered and began to make her way towards the rocks that blocked the entrance. She remembered as if it was yesterday the feel of the hard rocks as she brought them down to seal herself, the sound of them caving in to make sure she wasn't found. If the Gods had helped her, Caesar might think she was dead. If only.
Without pre-amble, Isabella smashed her fists into the rocks, effectively breaking them. Grabbing a few loose ones that were blocking her way out, she threw them out of the way. Within moments, she was out in the wind and rain. She let out a small gasp at the sensation of rain lashing against her filmy and dirty skin. It was the first time in over five hundred years.
Grasping her throat, she fell to her knees, the muddy ground splashing onto her already dirty clothes.
With a fierce growl, Isabella pushed herself back off the ground and closed her eyes, sniffing heavily. Seconds later, her eyes snapped open, pitch black and full of hunger. She picked up two separate scents, extremely sweet after so many years of not eating. Her throat burned violently. Two wouldn't be enough, there would be more after. With wild eyes and growls tearing up her hoarse throat, Isabella sped off, following her nose.
She came to a stop just a few tree's away and fell to her knees in a sudden moment of weakness. Maybe she shouldn't of used such strength in running, tracking and hunting. As she held onto the tree for support, she unwillingly let the feeling of being weak wash over her, kicking up the need to feed and prove she was the huntress, the immortal, the powerful one. She would be no ones play thing, especially not Caesar's.
Isabella pushed past her emotions, her thoughts and instead sank deep inside herself, letting the hunter, the Vampire over-ride her and carry her through to find her next meals, her next path to strength so she could get moving, always moving. Up ahead, she saw two people but they did not see her. Isabella closed her eyes and re-ranged her features. To add to the distressed picture, she popped her shoulder from it's socket, hissing softly. Let the hunt begin.
"Help! Help! Oh, please! God, please, help me!" She screamed out.
Hearing her cries of help, the two people came running towards her and now she could get a better look at them. There was a man and a woman, both looked relatively young. The man bent down on to his knees so he was eye level with her while the woman looked on from the side lines, sympathy pulling at her eyes and mouth.
Isabella knew how she looked. Shoulder at an odd angle, greasy, dirty skin from being in the cave, old, out of fashion clothes that were torn, dirty and ragged. Her hands and arms had dried blood smeared across the creamy skin -under all the dirt- and even though she felt no pain and knew her wounds had healed, the two humans didn't. It was all, so perfect.
"Are you all right? Are you hurt?" The man asked, looking a little nervous.
Isabella nodded, whimpered and made her lip tremble. "So weak, I feel so weak... h-help m-me," she stuttered out, which made the human woman step forward, as if compelled to help due to her loving nature.
Isabella almost felt bad.
Almost.
"Can you tell us your name? What happened? We might be able to help you," the woman addressed her and then turned to her male companion. "David, it might be best to call the police."
Just as the man put his hand into his pocket, Isabella stretched out her hand in silent plea. "Isabella, m-my name is Isabella," she said quietly. She did actually feel weaker and weaker by the moment and was coming to the point that she didn't know if she was acting any more.
The man nodded his head at her. "Ok, Bella... is it all right to call you that?" He questioned and only continued to talk when Bella nodded her head. "I'm going to phone the police, ok? They're going to help you. Shannon, make sure she stays awake, keep her talking. She looks like she's going to pass out at any moment, poor girl."
Then he paced a few steps, holding his phone out and moving it around in the air, trying to get signal, while the girl rushed to Bella's side. The man turned his back to them and Bella saw this as her chance to strike. Before the girl in front of her could even blink, Bella grabbed her and mashed her mouth to her neck, smacking a dirty palm over the humans mouth to muffle her scream of pain and betrayal.
The blood instantly flowing into her mouth caused Bella to roll her eyes in ecstasy. Once she had drank every drop, Bella dropped the body to the ground and stalked her way towards the man, a cruel smile now playing across her lips.
He suddenly turned around, as if he sensed her. "The police on their way n-" the man stopped dead, his gaze flipping from the body of the girl then back to the blood stained mouth of Bella. He let out a small, frightened squeak and started to run away.
Laughing, Bella caught up with him easy enough and held him in place while looking the man straight in the eyes. They began to brim over with tears. "Please... I have three children," he begged, his voice hoarse from fear. Bella could smell it on him.
"Shh," she hushed as if soothing a baby and not a grown man. "It's ok. I'm sorry about all this, you was simply in the wrong place, at the wrong time. If it's any constellation, I like Bella. I've never thought to shorten my name."
With that, Bella viciously tore into his neck with her teeth, shredding the skin wide and causing the blood to gush like a tap on to her awaiting tongue. She didn't even cover the mans mouth, enjoying the screams that turned to whimpers, then gurgles and finally, silence. Bella released the lock of her jaw, much to her annoyance. There was never enough blood and she needed so much more. Grabbing the body, she dragged it over to the dead woman before picking them both up and moving them into a near by cave.
After disposing of the bodies, Bella looked down at the woman and decided that she could get more use out of the corpse: the woman's clothes. Humming to herself, she stripped the woman's clothes and then her own before changing. The clothes were slightly small on her: the the tank top and bra barely contained her boobs and the jeans were tight on her already slim waist. The shoes, thank god, did fit which was a blessing because the area she was in was rocky.
Bella assessed herself and shrugged. There was nothing she could do about the size of the clothes, her dirty skin or her ratty hair. She would just have to keep moving, eat some more and then grab a hotel. Bella stuck her hand into the mans pocket, taking his phone and his wallet. She took the money, pleased to see there was a lot and then dropped the wallet back on his corpse.
Bella smiled to herself, she had the knowledge of everything and anything that had went on since she was asleep. It was amazing and convenient for her, like her mind took all the valuable and important information and just stored it for safe keeping. Steeping back out into the wind and rain, she mashed her fist in the rocks covering the entrance, like she had for herself and watched with satisfaction as the rocks give way, concealing the corpses.
Bella pulling out the mans iPhone and glanced at it. Curious, she pressed the maps button and looked for the nearest town. It was time to start blending in. On the map app, it said the nearest town was Forks, approximately 1.2 miles away and showed a pathway making its way there. Locking the phone, Bella slid it back into her pocket. There was no need to keep looking at it, Vampires had great minds.
Blurring through the forest, up and down small hills, Bella stopped for nothing, not until she reached her destination. When she did stop, her hair viciously whipped against her face and the rain started to get heavier. She looked around her for a motel, bed and breakfast or any kind of shelter. She was pleased to find that there was a lot of houses on the street, most of them for sale.
"Perfect."
With a triumphant grin, she made her way towards the house, the rain lashing heavily against her, soaking her all the way through. Once on the front lawn, she looked up at the dark house to see only one light was visible. Cautiously and quietly, Bella made her way around to the back of the house. On tip toes, Bella walked up to the back door before breaking the lock gently. Although, with the sound of the heavy rain, wind and thunder, no human would have heard it anyway.
Bella sniffed the air once she entered the house and she smelled one person. Her night was getting so much better. Moving slowly, she made her way towards the room with the light on. Bella stopped at the doorway, peering in, she saw a woman sleeping on the couch. The lampshade was on in the corner, boxes were piled about the place and the T.V was left on too. Making her way over to the couch, Bella looked at the woman and saw she wore a wedding ring on her finger.
Bella raised her eyebrow and sniffed again to make sure no one else was here. As soon as she determined there was only the woman in the house, Bella's throat begin to burn again. She slipped her hand over the woman's mouth, causing the woman to wake up with a frightened jolt. As soon as the woman saw Bella, she tried to scream, but only muffled sounds came out between Bella's dirty fingers.
She looked so terrified that Bella was sure she would have a heart attack and decided to end her quickly. After draining her victim, Bella opened the front door, walked up to the for sale sign and took it down, before walking back into the house and dumping the sign in the back yard. Bella moved into the kitchen, searching around drawers and looking for papers. As she opened the drawer by the cooker, she grinned to herself.
Bingo.
The deed to the house. It would take some doing, but Bella would be able to forge one so that her name was in the deed instead. With a contented sigh, Bella made her way towards the kitchen and the fridge. Opening the door, she peered inside and took a wrapped up sandwich and a can of juice, then made her way back towards the living room, where the body of the woman still lay on the couch, her eyes wide and glassy.
Taking a seat on one of the arm chairs, Bella closed her eyes and let out a frustrated growl. Everything was so new to her, and yet it wasn't. This was part of the lockets power and she knew it. Opening her eyes, she looked around at the flat screen TV, the double glazing windows, the roaring fireplace, L cornered sofa and matching arm chairs. This was the same world, but it felt like a new world to her.
"Isabella, where have you been?" A mans voice sounded out towards the girl who came walking into view, a smile across her features and her form dripping wet with muddy clothes.
She began to take off her foot wraps. "Why, I have been out dear brother... Did you miss me?" The girl replied sweetly.
The man chuckled. "No, but I worried. You had been missing for a long time and there is talk about the Volturi attacking. We must be more cautious, especially when by ourselves."
Laughing, Isabella walked up to her brother and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "We shall be fine, you should stop worrying about these rumours. They have reached my ears as well."
Frowning to himself, the man followed his only sister inside the house. "Why are you so wet?"
With another laugh, Isabella made her way to the room on the left. "I was swimming." As she reached her room, she heard her brother mutter the word swimming as if it were distasteful.
The sound of shouting awoke Isabella later that night. Panting, beads of sweat rolled down her forehead and cheeks. She threw her legs off the straw bed she was sleeping on and made her way outside, towards the source of the noise. Scared, Isabella carefully walked to her front door only to see it had been broken down.
"Isabella."
Spinning around, she came face to face with her brother. "Listen to me, you have to leave. They are here, they have come to finish us off."
Shaking her head, Isabella growled at her brother, "who is here, Nero?"
"The Volturi, and they have come to kill. Listen to me little one, I have always loved you, and respected you. I know you don't like Caesar, and I don't blame you. But you know he has brainwashed our brothers. Now is your time to sneak away, to have a chance to get away from all of this."
Isabella had come close to death before, but not on this scale. The Volturi were here, with a vengeance, and that was to kill the Originals; tear down their Empire, their hold on all Vampire life. Naturally, she would dis-agree with this idea, even if it did save her from Caesar. But with the current state of things, being classed as an Original herself, she knew she had to respect her brother's wish. Hugging him briefly, Isabella whispered good luck before disappearing out the door and behind the house. She ran towards the forest as fast she could. With any luck, she would escape this and no one would know where she had gone.
Pulling the wrapping paper off the sandwich, she began to eat while flicking through the T.V channels. She knew her eyes must of bore so much curiosity as she took in everything that flickered across the large screen. With a small pop, she opened the can of juice and sniffed it curiously before sipping away at it. Feeling rather worn out, she closed her eyes and let sleep take over her.
With a loud bang, Bella bolted up straight, alert and on guard. Staring around and listening hard, she determined it was only the weather that had woke her. There was no threat around.
She groaned and fixed her gaze on the T.V again. Her eyes widened in surprise as the news reporter spoke, "in other news, two missing hikers have been found and pronounced dead on the scene. They were found in a collapsed cave after they had phoned police for help. There is still one person missing and not yet found. Police are doing there best. To tell us more about what's going on here is David Driscoll. David..."
More angry than ever, Bella punched the near by wall in her frustration. "How the fuck did they find out?" She growled.
Looking back to the T.V, she saw her mistake. "Blood was found on the ground leading to the near by cave where they bodies were hidden. Police are still loo-" Bella angrily clicked off the channel and put on a random one instead.
Futilely running her fingers through her ragged hair, she let out a snarl. "Motherfucker! Such a bad mistake to make."
Shaking her head, she pulled out her phone and looked at the time: 10:00 am. She needed a plan of action. She had wanted to stay here but the crime scene was too close. She moved around the room, finding a wallet. She pocketed the cash and then chucked the mans phone in the fire. She couldn't be caught with that, she would have to buy a new one. Looking at the dead woman on the sofa, she sized her up. She looked like she would be about Bella's size in clothes and shoes.
Bounding up the stairs, Bella entered the high-gloss, stunning bathroom and cursed. She really wanted to stay here. Shaking her head, she stripped, got inside the shower cubicle and got to work cleaning her body and hair. When she emerged, she didn't think she had felt so amazing in all her life. She moved to the mirror and wiped off the steam. She looked at herself critically, wondering why she looked exactly the same and yet, completely different.
Her brunette hair fell silkily past her shoulders, her skin was clean again but her eyes blazed a bright, insidious red after her last meals. Bella frowned to herself, deciding it was best to play it safe, rather than sorry. She closed her eyes for a second before opening them again with a smile. She looked into the mirror satisfied at her change of appearance. Staring back at her was a completely different looking girl.
One who had brunette hair, but just to her shoulders and her eyes were corn flower blue. Taking a cautious sniff of herself, she smiled sweetly. She stank of human. Happy, Bella used the woman's make up, brushed her teeth and put her hair in a pony tail. She hummed to herself, moving across the hallway naked to the woman's bedroom.
Rummaging through the woman's clothes, she picked out some that didn't have so much scent on them and packed them in a duffle from under the bed before choosing to throw on a different set of jeans, underwear -with the tags on, thank god- converse, a plain black t-shirt and a leather jacket. Bella laughed as she found gum on the night stand and popped one into her mouth. Taking another search around the house, she found a tin of saved money behind the towels in the closet.
Amazing, she thought to herself. Her life was just picking up. Altogether the woman had saved near $300 dollars but that would be enough, for now, so Bella placed it in the bottom of the bag with the clothes. Moving back into the bathroom, she picked up the clothes she had been wearing and jogged back down the stairs with her duffel over her shoulder and threw them into the still roaring fire. Suddenly, an idea struck.
Bella grinned maliciously and used the fire poker to pull the burning clothes out of the fire, right onto the carpet. It caught fire almost immediately. Bella didn't think her life could get any better. She moved into the kitchen, took all the she could carry and exited the back door, assuring no one could see her.
As she made her way down the road, she mumbled to herself, "so, where to now?" she pursed her lips, deep in thought.
Then it struck her. She turned and looked over her shoulder at the woman's car in the drive. A dangerous move. Her stealing a car in broad daylight, from a house she had just set on fire, with a corpse she had killed. Screw it. She jogged back to the house, opening the back door again and coughing at the rising smoke. She searched by the front door, finding a key rack and taking the car keys.
Making her way outside again, she clicked the unlock button on the keys, opened the drivers side, threw her bag in the back seat and slid in. Bella turned the key into the car and began to reverse out of the driveway, speeding out of the street and blending into traffic. She needed a shopping store so she could buy a new phone, some clothes that didn't smell like her and then she could destroy the clothes she was wearing, removing all evidence. She didn't know what she would do about the car.
Stopping at a red light, she was just a few stops away from the shop when Bella found herself deep in thought. It was amazing, all of this. All of what humanity had done, had created but what had Bella even more mesmerized was that she knew everything that has happened since she has been asleep. It was almost like she was never asleep to begin with. She grasped the locket with her fingers gently. She knew it had unnatural power which is why she stole it to begin with but just how much power it held amazed her.
The sound of a horn tooting in the back ground brought her out of her current train of thoughts. Pressing her foot on the pedal, she caught sight of a shopping centre. Oh yes. Pulling into a free space on the side of the road, Bella got out of the car and stared straight ahead. The little shopping centre stared her right in the face. First, she needed a new phone. She moved to an O2 shop and purchased the lasted apple model.
As she was setting the phone up, she exited the soup and pushed the door open to a clothes shop. A bell rang somewhere in the background. Letting the door close behind her, Bella slid her new phone into her back pocket and took a looking in the shop. To the left was men's/boys clothes and on the right was women's/girls clothes. Ahead of her, looking so bored she would fall asleep, was a young girl leaning on a counter. Bella being an Original, had a few rare items and one of those items was compulsion.
She could make anyone do anything she wanted, when she had enough blood in her. Walking up to the desk, Bella spoke to the girl. "Hi, there. What would you say is the best clothes suitable for me?"
It was an odd question, sure, but Bella wanted to know. She wasn't too sure about the fashion, particularly in todays world. Looking up, the girl's eyes started to widen before a massive grin broke out across her face. "Hi, you must be new in town, right? I've never seen you in town before... are you going to be starting Forks High after the holidays? Oh, sorry! I'm talking too much! It just it gets really boring here. We don't get many people. So, you wanted to know what clothes could be good? You're clearly not a fashion person, like myself. We don't have a great selection here, but I'm sure I can find something.,I'm Jessica by the way."
Bella couldn't believe what she had just seen. This girl just wouldn't stop talking. She'd never seen a human who could go so long without a breath. With a sigh and a fake smile, Bella grabbed the girls shoulders, her vampire strength turning the girl around.
Looking into eyes, Bella saw her compulsion work as the girls eyes darkened slightly. "Look, just stop talking. My name is Bella, and yes, I might just join Forks High, or at least for a while. But I do have to ask: is there any place that I could get my hands on documents? In fact, I have a better idea. You're going to get them for me. When you do, what you need to look for is number twelve Harold street and burn everything you find, ok? Once your done, you will forget ever doing it."
Jessica opened her mouth to speak, her eyes dazed. "If you're looking for a place to stay, you could always stay at the flat my dad left for me. I stay with my mum, so I don't use it. It could save you time."
Grinning, Bella nodded her head. "Do you know what, Jessica? I think I'll take whatever clothes I want without paying, and you'll let me, and, I'll take your number and give you a phone later on, once I have done what I have to do."
Fumbling her fingers into pockets, Jessica pulled out her phone while Bella helped herself to some clothes. After getting Jessica's number and saving it in her phone, Bella soon realised just how useful Jessica was going to be. The girl was a gossip, an annoying one, but good for information. Making her way back towards her car, Bella was caught off guard by something really hard knocking her down.
With a small groan of pain, Bella looked up to see a kind faced women stare at her with wide eyes, her face full of apology. "Oh dear! I am so sorry. I never noticed you! God, are you all right?" The woman held out her hand for Bella to take, which she did, muttering a quick thanks as shock rang though her body.
The woman's hand was cold, ice cold. Then it hit her. Staring at the woman, she took in her appearance. The woman was about the same height as her: 5'5, she had caramel coloured hair and magnificent beauty, but that wasn't the thing that stood out. It was the eyes. The woman's eyes were gold and they stood out against her heart shaped face. The woman's scent hit Bella hard: sickly sweet mint and raspberry.
The woman was looking at Bella with a heavy frown. "Dear, are you all right? You look like you have seen a ghost."
With a smile, Bella shook her head. "No, no. Not at all, I'm just a little sore. you know, falling on my behind and all."
The woman gave a little laugh. "Well, like I said, I'm so sorry. If there is anything I can do to make it up to you, let me know." She put her hand gently on Bella's shoulder.
"There's nothing, thank you. It was just an accident. Anyway, I do have to get going."
With that, Bella walked over to her car and drove off, leaving a very confused woman behind. Gripping the steering wheel tightly the same thing went through Bella's head. There was another Vampire in town and she had golden eyes. What was going on? Well, there was only one way to find out. Bella would have to follow this Vampire home and see what she was dealing with.
AN: I just want to make something clear the locket Bella has is powerful and when Bella was asleep the lockets power made sure she knew what everything that went on the world so when she wakes up she knew everything that went on or a least of importance. Also my Bella will be ruthless just now thought I'd add that in.
If any one has any questions let me know anyway thanks to my beta LeighJ11.
Disclaimer: I don't own twilight/the Originals.