A/N: hey people!

Chapter 1 is now here, obviously, and I hope you guys like it.

I wanted to divide the welcoming thing and the first day of school in an effort not to make it rushed. If you have any questions then please don't hesitate.

Hope you guys like it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter 1:

I stood in line at the airport getting ready to get on the place that would take me to Forks to live with my father with my mom standing next to me fidgeting.

"Lizzy," he said. Yes, my mother is a man. Yes, he is gay. Yes, he biologically gave birth to me. No, I don't know how the hell that worked so don't ask me. "You know you don't have to go."

"No, mom I want to go, please let me go." I said in a monotone. "It's not like some more pleading would keep me here, not at all."

Mom nodded and bit his lip as he looked out the window at the plane. "If your sure."

I inwardly groaned as I glanced at the ticket with lack of anything else to do.

I looked at my mom for a moment. He was wearing his regular brown pants and brown bomber jacket with the number 50 on it.

I myself was wearing a similar bomber jacket only with the number 25 on it that he had given me for my birthday last year along with my scarf that my father had given me the same year.

It was my trademark, the scarf and jacket.

Besides that I had my dads beige blonde hair, which fell to my waist, and my moms sky blue eyes. I also had gotten my dads height, which helped in towering over my classmates, and my moms…unique strength. A combination of both my mother and father.

I sighed and said "Mom, I'll be alright. Besides I know that you want to spend some…alone time with Arthur."

Arthur Kirkland was my moms latest boyfriend and had stayed the longest. They were…very intimate to say the least.

I lay shivering in bed despite the heat as I hear muffled moans and pleads coming from the paper thin walls.

"Arthur." I hear mom groan out.

I pick up my pillow and press it into my head hoping to muffle my sounds. Not working.

Standing up I kick the wall and yell "I'm still awake you horny idiots!" and stalk over to the phone. I pick it up and dial a familiar number.

When he picked I up I said "Daddy? It's me. Listen. Can I move to your house?"

And that was that.

Finally I was boarded onto the plane after giving my mom one final hug and kiss and sitting in my seat.

Luckily I'm in the window seat so I'm able to watch as the plane leaves my old home and goes towards my new one.

I don't have that many memories of my father. Mainly because my mom refused to let me see him for the last few years.

He also told me that I am already too much like my father as is.

"Lizzy, is that you?" my mom calls out coming to the front door. "You were late so I was beginning to- oh my g-d! Is that blood!" my mom screams seeing me.

I was covered in blood, some boy at school, and cross my arms. "Yeah, so?"

"I mean, she thinks she's so cool but she's not." a girl named Cynthia said talking about me.

Her friends point behind her and when she turns around her fake tan immediately pales to chalk white.

"Kol, Kol, Kol, Kol, Kol, Kol, Kol, Kol, Kol, Kol, Kol, Kol" the words come out of mouth as I can see a dark cloud forming behind and above me.

"Lizzy! You are too young to drink alcohol! Especially this kind!" my mom yells at me and yanks my bottle of vodka from my hand.

How rude.

I don't really see it.

Ten minutes into the flight. I am just sitting there reading my book. And of course I am sitting right next to the biggest asshole in the plane.

He acts like a five year old really, and he looks about twenty-five. He pulls my book from my hands, when he stretches he 'accidentally' hits me in my arm, he tried to grope me about six times, and he spilled my bottle of vodk…of water.

I told him three times to stop bothering me, each time he tried to grope me I slapped his hand, each time he pulled my book away I grabbed it back.

But then he messed with my vodka…I mean my water.

That's it.

I signal a stewardess and ask her politely "How long is the remainder of the trip?"

"There are 2 and a half hours left Ms." she said.

I thanked her and turned back to the asshole who was laughing.

"Two and a half hours huh? Well that means we'll be together for another-" he didn't finish his sentence because I grabbed the back of his head, yanked his hair, and smashed him into the armrest.

When I tilted his head back to his angry face I said "For the next two and a half hours you are going to be my bitch."

The look on his face was priceless.

The other passengers jumped in their seats when they heard shrill girl-like screams coming from one of the seats.

"Oh my g-d!"

"Please someone help me!"

"Oh my g-d not the face!"

"The face! The face!"

Needless to say none of the passengers nor the stewardess' offered to help.

By the time the plane landed I had a fresh coating of blood staining her clothes. Clothes just didn't feel right without blood on them sometimes.

Once I got my carryon bag everyone immediately moved to the side and left me a big road to walk off the airplane from.

Raising an eyebrow at their behavior I stepped off the plane and walked down the long hallway towards the main airport.

I scanned through the crowd at the airport looking for the familiar hair color or the familiar overcoat.

However I found him because of him towering over everyone else and the ever-present smile on his face.

I raced through the crowds until I got to him. When I reached him he immediately grabbed me in a tight hug.

"It is so wonderful to see you maoi douichinka." he said. [my daughter.]

"Hi, daddy." I said hugging him tightly as well.

"Let me see you." he said, pushing me back slightly to get a better look at me. His eyes glanced over me momentarily. He lightly pinched my arm and said "So your mother didn't try to fatten you up with his hamburgers hm?"

"He tried." I said smiling slightly.

He gave me another smile and we went to the luggage carriers to get my suitcase.

Once we were in his cruiser we talked to make up for lost time. Funny how much you could miss in twelve years.

My dad is chief of police, and a damn good one at that. Not one crime has been committed since he became chief.

Mostly because he believes in physical force and had a habit of hurting the prisoners who had gotten caught. No one wanted to risk it.

"I bought you something for your homecoming present." my dad said.

"You shouldn't have dad, you know that." I said.

"I know. However you are coming home. I wanted to." he said.

When we pulled into the driveway I saw immediately what my present was. A truck. A red truck.

Here I got my own truck back in Phoenix mom wouldn't get me one because he didn't really trust me on the road.

"I bought it from a family in La Push and had it fixed up and a new paint job." he said, as I looked it over.

"This is great dad, thanks." I said. I stopped however when I saw the insignia on the hood.

"Um, dad? Is it okay if I take that off?" I asked.

He glanced at the hood. "Take it off? Why?"

I glanced again at the yellow sickle and hammer. "I don't think there will be a positive response from school from it."

He frowned momentarily before the smile came back on. "No. I suppose you won't. I'll take it off before you go to school tomorrow."

After that he showed me to my room. Which was my old room that I had stayed at when I was younger. He had repainted the walls from the old white to purple, my favorite color, and had taken all the old toys and other things from the room and replaced it with a bookshelf, a desk, a computer, along with black sheets.

After I thanked him he left me to my room to get settled in. I put all my clothes in the closets and the drawers and sat down on the bed.

There were two packages on it. I picked one up and stared at it curiously before opening it.

It was a pocketknife.

Along with the knife was a note

Welcome home my darling niece.

Natalia

Ah my aunt Natalia. My dads younger sister. That must mean that the other package is from my other aunt Ekaterina, dads older sister.

Opening the second one I saw that I was right. It contained a headband similar to the one Ekaterina wore.

I smiled and put the headband on my nightstand and flickered out the knife. I ran my finger over the blade and noted its sharpness.

I flopped back onto the bed and curled up with a pillow. Did dad buy a whole new bed set since he heard I was coming?

Within moments I was asleep.

A sharp ringing noise awoke me hours later.

Groaning I blindly fumble around the nightstand for the source of the noise. It was an alarm clock.

I didn't set it before I went to sleep. I don't even remember seeing it.

My dad did this. I guess I understand what mom meant when he said that dad was pure evil sometimes.

Things merge into one another. Somehow I find myself in the kitchen already dressed, my hair and teeth brushed, and with my backpack that I had filled before I had left Phoenix waiting for me next to the door.

For dad his job starts early in the morning so that's why I was alone in the house.

There was no way I was eating the school food, besides the fact that I didn't know if it was good or not, so I looked through the fridge for something to take with me.

When I opened the refrigerator and saw what was in there it almost made me cry from relief.

Hamburgers. My father had left me hamburgers for lunch. That was something I got from my mother. A love for hamburgers.

I touched one and to my surprise it was still slightly warm. It would be cool by lunch time but it was still good. My guess is that dad felt guilty from the alarm clock and made this in apology.

Apology accepted.

Silently singing my dads praises I took two out and wrapped them in foil before looking for something to drink with them.

Opening the freezer I saw bottles and bottles of vodka.

This is going to be an excellent lunch.

Taking one out I saw a note on the fridge.

Only take one please!

Nodding, to whom I wasn't sure, I placed the bottle next to the wrapped burgers and quickly made some cereal for breakfast.

Wolfing down the cereal after seeing the time I quickly cleaned the bowl, slipped on my bomber jacket and scarf, slipped Aunt Natalias pocketknife into my pocket, grabbed my backpack, put my lunch into its side pocket, and left the house after locking it behind me.

I slid into the truck and started it, once I threw my backpack into the back I noticed something in the passenger seat.

A neatly wrapped present.

Another one?

I picked it up and felt it through the wrapping trying to decipher what it was. Giving up I opened it.

It was a water pipe. An identical one to the kind dad used. With a note.

The first time you use this you have to stain it deeply with blood to make your own impression on it. I believe that you are old enough to be able to use it maoi douichinka.

This…is one of the best presents I had ever gotten.

Now it's time for school. I have had bad experiences with school.

Let's show them how Russians roll.

Personally? I think Ivan would make a great father. I hope I kept him in character.

Hope you guys liked it, if you did then please leave a review.

This is Phoenix-Fire Power over and out.