Soul Fusion

by pumpkinmykitty

One minute I'm dead, the next I'm on an airplane landing in Port Angeles. Holy crap I'm Bella Swan! What happens when a 45 year old dead woman ends up in Bella's body? OOC, normal Vamps and others. Mature Language. Talk of abuse, lemons in later chapters

2. Chapter 2: I'm Bella Swan?

I don't own Twilight. S.M. does. But I do own an Edward Cullen Doll

Chapter Two

I'm Bella Swan?

"Miss? Miss?"

What's that voice? Is this heaven? I hear a loud noise all around me. What the hell is that noise? Damn, heaven is sure is noisy, I think.

"Miss?" Man that voice sounds like she is getting impatient, better open my eyes and take my first look of heaven. As I open my eyes I quickly realize I'm on an airplane, a real little airplane. One that Chuck use to call a puddle jumper since they were good for short distance flying. I've never been on one before now and I'm starting to freak a bit it's so small. "Miss?"

I look to my right and see this female blond flight attendant who looks like she should be in a commercial for over using Tanning beds, she is almost orange. I suppress a grimace and look into her dull brown eyes and respond.

"Yes."

"We are about to land and you need to check your seat belt and put your bag under the seat please."

"Land? Land where? Is this the plane to heaven?"

"Heaven?" She starts laughing, "Depends on your view, do you think of Port Angeles heaven?"

"Port Angeles?"I ask very confused "Port Angeles, Washington?"

"Yes" then she walks away to strap herself in the jump seat in the back.

Port Angeles? What the hell? What is going on? I know I died. Why was I on a plane going to Port Angeles? I lived in Sultan, which is on the other side of the sound. I look down at the bag that is on my lap and quickly open it and grab the wallet inside before shoving the bag under my seat. I look inside to see if there is ID in here, and I open it up and see an Arizona driver's license that says Isabella Marie Swan, 425 Cactus Drive, Phoenix Arizona, date of birth September 13, 1987. I see a little mirror in the wallet and take a look at myself, and it's not me. The eyes staring back at me are a warm chocolate brown, not my normal deep blue. I pull my arm back to see more of my face, this isn't my face it's so pale not a trace of a single freckle. Its heart shape and I have a small almost button size nose and my lower lip is slightly bigger than my upper. Holy Crap I'm Bella Swan!