PAT: I want to say that none of this fabulous world of twilight is mine. It all belongs to my fellow LDS, Stephenie Meyer. Mormons can be famous too. I take no credit except

for the plot that is here.

Chapter One…Meeting the Cullen's

The day was relatively calm and besides the occasional cover up stories when I was asked about my trip, nothing really happened. I knew the Cullen's were here today, my senses never failed me. It seemed though, that none of them had my first four Honors or AP classes. I already knew their background, their appearances, their cover for being in this town…I had to know every detail of each one of their lives in order to protect my current territory from being exposed to the reality of the universe. I was bored by the time I got to lunch, nothing exciting happened and I was frustrated by the fact that I couldn't correct any of my professors when they made mistakes. I was thinking about maybe just pretending to eat so I could observe the cafeteria when I spotted them. Finally! They were sitting at my old table. I chuckled inwardly at this. I remembered when I was a Freshman that I would always sit at that table and no one was brave enough to approach me when I looked so superior in ways that made their confidence plummet. I began searching for another table distractedly, they had my table full…well almost…but still, I needed to be alone if I ever wanted to figure out what to do about the ridiculously threadbare treaty they had with my newer creations…the shape shifters or the "wolves" as they thought of themselves. I was just about to turn to the farthest table in the room when I realized, 'Hey, if they want to sit at my table, they have to ask permission…who was it that started that little rule? Oh right, Angela. Hmmm…' I thought for a while on how to approach this situation when I realized I could just go talk to Angela, she was only a table away. I walked over to Angela with the knowledge of how this was going to work and a mental little devil cackling in my head.

"Excuse me, Angie? Is that you?" I asked in surprise as she turned and saw me.

Her eyes widened and she gave me a huge hug. "Bella! I can't believe you're really here! Oh I've missed you!" she squealed quietly.

I laughed and said, "Hey let's go to my old table and talk, it'll be so much fun!"

She gasped and looked at the table and back at me rapidly before I looked at her confusedly.
"Ummm…what's wrong?" I asked.

She bit her lip before replying, "Uh, Bella, while you were gone some new kids moved here and sort of…took your table. They didn't know it was yours, they just saw that no one ever sat there and so they thought it was up for grabs."

I spun around in mock shock and gasped loud enough for the whole cafeteria to finally notice the fact that I was back and that someone who wasn't me sat at my table. Uninvited. I smirked inside and began to show "anger" towards the Cullen's. I could here the whispers flying and saw that the Cullen's were finally seeing that everyone was talking about them and how sorry they felt for them and I recognized their confused emotions.

"Bella, um, if you want, we can go tell them t-to move…or something." Mike volunteered, trying not to upset me. I smiled politely at the teens behind me.

"Oh, it's okay Mike, they need to learn that some things you just can't steal."

I saw the six vampires faces become annoyed, amused, and confused. 'Time for a little fun.' I formed a message in my mind strong enough for all six of them to get loud and clear in their own ways. 'I know your dirty little secret, you can't hide from me, I know everything about you…but I won't tell, because I was always taught that child abuse was wrong. Give Carlisle and Esme my regards, oh and tell them to expect a visit from Isabella soon…' With that I glided past my old table, having seen each one receive my message, and out into the cloudy weather. I looked around, already bored. Then I crouched into my battle stance and watched as they dropped into the courtyard. Three vampires, human eaters. Well, because they interrupted me during school hours, they get to die quickly and with very much pain.

"Give me your names, and don't dawdle." I ordered.

"James, Laurent, Victoria, we have come to" I never got to know what it was as I had them all in pieces and burnt into nothing right as the thunder sounded.

"Stupid children, don't even know not to call me when I'm busy." I muttered as I headed for my Bugatti Veyron. I could skip for today, I wanted to go slay some more idiotic nomads. The treaty could wait for a week or two.

PAT: Kind of a weird ending but I couldn't decide where to leave off at. So…yeah. Flames will be used to heat Rosalie's old fashioned iron.

Bella: Please R&R We'd really appreciate it!