Chapter Two: Cleveland High

A/N: Okay so this is where it all begins… Again, let me know what you think please. I will be doing different points of view, but only where it is appropriate.

BPOV

I was on my way. Cleveland High School awaited. I wasn't really sure how I felt about doing another year in high school, I had re-done it so many times and knew what to expect, but this time just felt different, and although it was completely irrational, I'm a freaking vampire for Pete's sake, (and a pretty powerful one too) yet I was scared by this feeling of unease that had engulfed me on my journey to this new school. I could easily just turn back and not go, I had absolutely no reason to go there honestly, it was just a way to spend my days, a pattern to fall in to. But now I felt another reason to keep heading in the direction of the school, there was just something pulling me there, telling me I did not want to miss out, seductively whispering in my ear that I would regret turning back, informing me that today would be a day of change.

Change. Hmm. I've never, in all my over 100 years, been able to decide if I am pro change or con. Right now, I was pro. I needed something new. Something exciting. Something to alter my existence. Currently I was trapped. Not moving forward. Alone. Not living, just existing. So that is what finally pushed me to make my decision. That is what pushed me to pull hard on the throttle and let my baby rip, making her roar in delight as we ripped through the Seattle roads.

I choose not to wear a helmet. I know it's letting the human façade slip, but in only this one instance I truly do not care. My motorbike and I equal love. Riding her makes me come alive again, actually makes me feel human. I guess the danger of not wearing a helmet actually helps increase that feeling of humanity I get, which is pretty laughable because a motorbike crash would not effect me in way at all no matter what I was or was not wearing.

My hair whipped around my face and I knew I most likely looked incredibly funny to the humans I passed. I imagine people were concerned I may get blinded by my own hair and swerve in to them. Silly humans. I saw the light ahead changing to red and began to slow. I found myself waiting at the front of the lane and took the opportunity to right myself on the bike. Pushing my hair out of my face and doing my zipper up on my jacket - it was a chilly day here in Seattle, for the humans at least, and so I had to at least pretend I was trying to prevent from being cold also. I had my powers switched off, but on stand by as usual, so I became aware of someone in the car to my right staring at me and my bike. I turned my head and sure enough a middle aged, balding man in a Suburban was leering at me. I almost dry heaved. When he noticed that I had caught him looking, he smiled what I interpreted he meant to be a 'sexy' smile but came off extremely creepily, and tried to engage me in a conversation. While we were waiting for the traffic lights to change. Men.

"Wow is that the new Ducati Superbike?"

He practically screamed at me, I figured he thought I wouldn't be able to hear him over the combined noise of all the surrounding cars and my own loud engine revving. If only you knew just how much I can hear, maybe then you would stop with the sickening fantasies before I tear you from limb to limb… "Yes, it's the 1198." I replied with a fake polite smile. He seemed egged on by the mere fact that I actually responded and appeared to take it as an invitation for us to 'get to know each other'. He sat up straighter in his seat and began to launch in to full 'impress the girl' mode. Luckily for me, before he could get his first word out, the light changed to green and I was off quicker than you can say "BOO!"

I rounded the corner to the entrance of my new institution and was bombarded with memories, thoughts and emotions. I quickly shut off my mind, not wanting to be of assistance to any human right now. At the sound of my approach, all surrounding heads turned to stare. I kept my eyes forward, looking for an empty spot and headed straight for one a few lanes from the entrance. I pulled my key out the ignition, put it into my bag, slung my leg over the bike and stood upright next to it. Then I was hit with that incredibly distinctive smell that alerts you right away to another vampires presence. I tensed immediately, my mind running too fast, thinking over every possible scenario.

Then it dawned on me that that blend of smell at such a high volume could only mean that there was not only one other vampire here with me today. There were at least 5 others. What on earth was going on? This just doesn't happen! Vamps run alone or in twos, its rare even for their to be 3. For there to be more than 3 indicates not a coven but a family. I know of only one family with 5 teenage vampires who would attend high school.

Oh no. Please no. I've got to be wrong. This could not be happening. Pull yourself together Bella. You have been a vampire for 85 years. You are strong, confident and powerful. You are your own woman, your own boss. You can handle this. It's no big deal. With my head held high, my shoulders down and low, I turned around. I undid the zipper on my jacket, arranged my bag in to its proper position and absently sorted my hair. All a show for the humans but still it calmed me slightly.

There was nothing else I could do. I was just going to have to face this. Face them. So with my eyes on the ground I began to walk towards the path leading to the school entrance, where I could smell all 5 of them waiting. Something inside me suddenly made my head lift up. And I saw them. I was hit by the future I thought I would have with the Cullens and I reminded myself to stay in the present. I continued to walk at a human pace, towards the family I thought were way in my past.

EPOV

It was the start of another year of high school, and Alice and I were both starting as juniors. Again. Fantastic. I really hated this. Absolutely loathed it. No matter what I was doing I was being constantly reminded of my Bella. Yes, it has been 85 years and yes, I have now accepted what I did and what that meant but that doesn't ease the pain.

I'm really only sticking around for Alice. She needs me. The rest have their mates. They are fine. Alice though has been having an increasingly difficult time over the last, well I guess if you looked in to the truth, it would be the last 100 years. The last 50 or so though have really taken their toll on her. She and Jasper have drifted apart. They are still together but they are no longer in love. We all know it. We all see it. Yet they remain together. No one talks about it. Nobody wants to see any more hurt within out family.

The loss of Bella hit everybody hard, even Rosalie. Esme and Emmett showed their heartbreak the most but I heard it in all their thoughts. Alice was trying to hide her devastation from me, to protect me, so very Alice like. When we heard of her death, we all just crumbled. I had no idea my family were that effected by my Bella. Yes, she was Alice's best friend and Esme loved her like a daughter but I really did not expect for Emmett to be in such denial, Jasper to be in utter turmoil and Rosalie to go on a massive emotional rollercoaster of hate, fury and sadness. They all hid it as best they could and I was the only one aware of the true reasons behind their emotions and actions but from then on our family has been slowly building itself back together but constantly finding a missing part.

We had arrived at school, myself and Alice in my brand new, shiny Volvo and Emmett, Rose and Jasper in the Jeep. We parked side by side in two spots near the entrance of the school. As we were walking towards the doors, in silence, a soft purring of a motorbike engine erupted behind us. We all turned only to see a girl of around 18 riding in on a beautiful red Ducati Superbike. She was wearing no helmet and I frowned at that, humans really have no idea how breakable they are, I was always having to remind Bel - no stop!

The girl found herself a spot and flew right in to it, careful of her surrounding humans yet at a dangerous speed. She stopped the bike and I was able to get a look at her even though she had her back to me. She had beautiful, long, mahogany, wavy tresses flowing down her back. All of a sudden I saw her stiffen and her head jerked very slightly towards us. Then she put her key in her bag, swung her leg over the bike, stood upright and adjusted both her bag and her hair. I looked her over and felt the strangest surge of emotion run through me. Something I hadn't felt very in an extremely long time. Her body was stunning, she had her face down so I was yet to see that. She had unzipped her leather jacket and I could see she was wearing a fitted, navy blue, vintage shirt which hugged her directly at the right places, accentuating her curves. My eyes travelled down and I saw she was wearing the most perfect jeans ever made, teamed with some delectable, high heeled ankle boots.

She started walking and I noticed she was heading straight in our direction, although she still had her eyes glued to the floor. Her walk was memorizing, she was like nothing I had ever seen before. Apparently ever other male in the local area was in complete agreement - their thoughts were loud and each had the girl - actually woman might be a more fitting description - in a extremely passionate embrace.

My family next to me were all also taking in the happenings in front of us. Alice's thoughts were busy admiring the woman's fashion sense. 'Ooh I have to talk to her, that blouse is simply one of a kind, she's so my new fashion idol.' I immediately wanted to hug that woman, no one has made Alice's thoughts squeal in excitement like that since… well since Bella was around.

Jasper's thoughts were slightly frustrated, he was for some reason trying to pick up the woman's emotions but was getting nothing from her and he was just about ready to run over and slap her just to see if he'd get a flicker of pain or anger from her. I had to fight to stop from chuckling at him. But then it hit me, why haven't I heard her thoughts yet? So I reached out and tried to hear her. Nothing. That's odd, very odd. Maybe it's because there are so many people around. But I can hear everyone else with this many people… I was very unnerved, the only person ever able to thwart my mind reading skills before was my Bella…

I let it go for now and moved on to Rosalie who was of course scowling at the woman as if she had done her some great injustice. When in fact her mind revealed it was just the mere attention she was receiving from every male that had Rosalie so full of envy she should have turned green.

When I moved on to Emmett though I found Rosalie actually did have one reason to be slightly pissed off. Emm was busy imagining every possible position he could have hot crazy sex with the woman in. 'I wonder if she likes it kinky. I bet she does. Just look at those boots. Mmm. Kinky boots. Maybe she'll be in to my gimp mask…' I had to get right out of his head then before I was handed any visuals that had the potential to put me in a mental institute.

All of this had taken place in mere seconds and the woman was getting ever closer to us now. All of a sudden her head shot up and her eyes focused directly on me and the four other vampires standing around me. The five of us froze when we finally took in her face. Finally smelt her scent. Finally heard how her footsteps are way too light to be a humans. The voices in my head were excruciatingly loud and I didn't have to be an Empath like Jasper to feel their run through of emotions. Shock. Disbelief. Confusion. Unhappiness. Realization. That one came when we all looked in to her eyes to see a pool of golden looking right back at us. Finally they all settled on the same emotion. Elation.

She was still coming towards us and I had absolutely no idea what to do. I was stuck to the ground beneath me. It was Bella. The stunning, breathtaking woman was Bella. My Bella. And she was heading right to me and my family. Except she wasn't Bella. She was an immortal. And she wasn't my Bella. I had left her. I had left her so she could live a happy, normal, human life. Instead this had happened to her. She had been damned to a never ending existence. And it was all my fault. Oh God, she must absolutely loathe me! What happened to her? Who did this to her? What's going to happen now?

Before I could ask myself any more, Bella had come to a stop in front of us, a look on her face that I have never seen before. A look of nonchalance. I heard in their thoughts that each of my siblings, except for Rosalie, were about to jump on Bella. So, I got in there before any of them could make a move. I stepped forward, looking into her eyes and spoke softly, "Bella…" The next words to come out of her mouth made me want to find the most pain inflicting way for a vampire to die and then find a way for it to happen to me.

"No. Bella is dead. My name is Isobel Charles. Izzy for short."

A/N: You like?? Yes? No? Lemme know : ) Oh and has anyone figured out any of Bella's gifts? They are quite specific...