Immune:

First off, let me thank Arabella Whitlock for being my first review. I love your Fanfic's, by the way. Huge fan! Anyway you might be wondering why Bella isn't as devastated as she was in the book and that's because that's just how it is in my story. :P

It's going to slowly progress into Jake being her sun and soon enough she'll met Paul. Boda bing, boda boom; imprint! But that'll be in a couple chapters.

I'll try to be making these chapters longer; I like to make my chapters at least ten pages long on Word but the last was somewhere around six or seven. So they will get longer.

Oh and I'm sorry for all the typos in in the last chapter; I have no idea how to fix them but I'll check for mistakes before I post this time, I swear.

Here we go!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters from the book. And, as I read in one of my favorite fanfics, not my sandbox just my sandcastle.

Chapter Two:

I woke up with James bite mark pressed against my cheek and half off my bed; I stretched before rolling up onto my feet and going into the bathroom. I looked up into the mirror and flinched at what I saw.

I looked like a vampire; ironically. I had huge bags under my eyes and my skin is almost see through. The only thing about me that didn't look like a vampire is my beauty; as in I don't have any.

I rubbed my face with my hands before stripping and jumping into the shower. I went through my normal routine before turning around and staring up into the shower head.

I let the water run down my face for a while before ducking my head to look at my cut under the water. It's starting to scab. I resisted the urge to pick it as I dropped my hand.

I thought over last night's decision and cringed at my own stupidity. I barely resisted slapping myself on the forehead. How stupid can I be to actually think I could kill a vampire?

I mean, yeah. They have superiority issues and think there is no way that a human could kill them. They think it's so impossible they don't even consider it. I mean, it can't be that hard, can it?

All you would have to do is somehow access their venom and since it's a highly flammable substance, more so than alcohol, all you would have to do is get a flame into it and... Boom!

Bye, bye vampire.

Am I actually considering this?

I laughed before quieting down. I can do this.

I started grinning as I turned off the water and I couldn't wipe it off my face no matter what I did. I'm doing this. I'm actually doing this.

I wrapped my hair and body in a towel before going into my room and pulling back on the sweater and skinny jeans. I brushed out my hair with a brush this time before going down stairs to make myself breakfast.

I got out a pan and put it on the stove then went to get some eggs from the fridge but paused to read the note Charlie pinned there with a magnet.

Bells, gone to work on a couple big missing person and murder cases in Seattle; be back in a few days. Be safe and carry your pepper spray. Dad.

I laughed at that last part and thought of how he would react if he knew what I'm going to do. He would probably have a coronary.

I chuckled as I pulled out the eggs and put one onto the now sizzling pot. It cooked for a while before I pulled it off the stove and scraped it into my mouth. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was 8:45 and that I would have to be a Jake's soon.

I put the pan in the sink to do later before grabbing my keys and jumping into my truck. I started to engine and it roared to life before I pulled out of the drive way and chugged my way down to La Push.

As I was driving I realized that if I'm serious about this vamp killing thing I would need some stuff.

I pulled into Newton's then jumped out. I went in and saw Mike reading a book at the counter.

"Oh shit," I muttered as I tried to creep behind the shelves.

"Bella," called Mike eagerly.

"Damn," I cursed as I stood up straight with a smile.

"Hey, Mike," I greeted as I tried to keep going, hoping he wouldn't follow me.

But sadly he did just that. He hopped over the counter in what's supposed to be a cool move then loped over to me.

"So, what are you looking for," he asked standing as close as possible behind me.

I sighed before turning around quickly so he would have to scramble to get back; he did and I took immense satisfaction from the look on his face.

"Umm," I said, "maybe, a big lighter and some matches."

He grinned at me eagerly, "I think I have just what you're looking for."

He jogged off leaving me to scramble after him deeper into the store; he took two lefts and one right then stopped so suddenly that I slammed into his back.

"Here we are," he said turning around to grin at me.

I looked around before picking up the biggest lighter I could find and a few packs of matches.

I looked back at Mike to find him frowning at me, "What?"

"Well," he started, "that lighter isn't very good for lighting fires. If you're just using dry wood you'll want this one."

He pulled a different lighter from the self.

"But," he continued, "if you're going to be using alcohol then you'll want this one."

I snatched the alcohol one from him and tossed the one I had initially grabbed back at him.

He grinned, happy that I had listened to him then added, "And those matches don't light very quickly. The fastest ones are these but these ones are good if you don't mind taking your time."

I swiped the fast ones from him then grabbed a couple more for good measure. I turned to go back to the register but I hesitated a minute before continuing.

"What," Mike asked as he hurried to catch up with me.

I stopped and hesitated again before saying, "Do you have anything to break really hard stuff. Like granite or diamond."

I bit my lip to stop myself from saying more as I held my breath, waiting for his answer.

He paused before saying, "Well, we have some awesome picks in the storage unit."

I shook my head and started walking again, "No, never mind."

"No, wait, Bella," Mike said grabbing my shoulder, "there is other stuff, too."

I turned around to face him, raising my eye brow, "I'm not supposed to sell it but there's this gun/cannon thing back there that I've used a few times. It's got a huge kick but I shot some rocks to bits with it. Do you wanna see?"

"Yeah," I said trying not to sound too excited.

He led me through the back door that led to the storage room; I had never been allowed back here when I'm on shift.

There were a lot of boxes and crates but behind one crate was the gun; Mike was right it looked an awful lot like a cannon.

He picked it up and pointed it at the ground, "The best thing about it is that it doesn't need bullets just gun powder."

"Well, what are you waiting for," I asked, "shot it!"

"Bella," he said hesitantly, "I can't shot it inside."

"Well, come on then," I said impatiently going out the back door.

He followed me hesitantly, I motioned for him to shot it and he pointed at a large rock then fired after squeezing his eyes shut.

The rock, well boulder, crumbled into four pieces.

"Nice shot," I said appreciatively.

Mike grinned, "Thanks. You want to try?"

"Yeah," I said eagerly.

I took the gun and pointed it to a large rock; not as big as the one Mike shot but a big one. I pulled the trigger and I fell back against Mike who was standing behind me knocking us both over.

I sat up on Mike's waist to watch the rock crumble to bits excitedly; I flipped over to talk to Mike.

"Did you see that," I asked excitedly, "I was amazing!"

Suddenly I realized that I was straddling Mike's groin and I blushed hard; I went to move when he said something.

"I don't know, B-Bella," he stuttered as I unconsciously shifted.

"Please," I begged then, as I realized what I was doing when something poked me that wasn't his hands, I bent over so that my top fell open a little, "I really want it."

He hesitated a minute.

"Well okay then," I said leaning back, pushing my pelvis further into his, "but if I get that thing I'm free Friday..."

"Umm," Mike swallowed as his face turned the color of an apple, "I mean, you can have it and if you're free want to go to the movies with me Friday?"

"Of course," I said smoothly getting up and holding out a hand for him.

He grabbed it and handed me back the gun making me smile; he led me back through the storage room and to the register.

I put the fire stuff and the gun on the counter and he totaled it all up as he tried to flirt with me.

Suddenly he said something interesting.

"I didn't know you were a pyromaniac like me," he said as he grabbed my stuff, "I guess that's just another thing we have in common, huh? You know, I subscribe to this magazine that I think you'd really like. It has an awesome way to make your own flame thrower. I could lend it to you if you'd like."

"That be great, Mike," I said as I grabbed my bags.

"Great," he said bouncing, "I'll be right back."

Then he ran upstairs and I left shaking my head at his silliness as I went.

I put the bags in my passenger seat as I started the engine.

"Bella," Mike screamed as he scrambled out of the store, "wait."

"I'm not leaving," I laughed as he handed me the magazine through the window, "I was just starting the engine."

"Oh, okay," he said then leaned against my door to keep me here, "well I'll pick you up at yours on Friday then."

"Yeah," I said as I started to pull away making him stumble, "see you then."

I started down the La Push again as I threw his magazine into the passenger; I glanced at the clock and my eyes almost bugged out of my head. 9:30

Holy shit! I stepped down on the gas pedal and pushing my truck to its limit of 60mph. I made a 'yikes' face as I squealed into the Blacks driveway.

I rushed up to the door and pounded on it.

"Hold on," I heard someone call as I shifted nervously on the front steps.

Someone that definitely wasn't Billy yanked open the door as I peered around them rudely, not even second glancing at his bare chest.

"Can I help you," he asked gruffly.

"Yeah," I said looking up to meet his eyes, "is Jake home?"

He got this dazed look on his face as he stared at me and I impatiently shifted then looked around him again.

"Hello," I said rudely, "what are you staring at? Never seen a pale face before?"

Then I brushed past him into the house, "Billy?"

"Bella," he called back, wheeling into the room.

"Hey, Billy," I said looking around, "where's Jake?"

Suddenly the guy at the door, who still hadn't taken his eyes off me, growled loudly.

I looked back at him and snapped, "Do you have a problem?"

Suddenly two other guys who were just as tall and buff as the first guy came into the room, "Who is this?"

"Bella Swan," Billy answering him.

"The leech lover," the door guy said in outrage before running out, growling, into the forest followed by the other two buff guys.

I heard a ripping noise, followed by a loud animalistic roar.

I turned back to Billy as a familiar voice called, "Dad? Who pissed in Paul's cheerios?"

I turned back around to see Jake coming into the house.

"Bella," he exclaimed happily, rushing up and spinning me around.

"Jake," I giggled, hugging him back.

"I thought you forgot," he said setting me down but not letting go of my waist.

I didn't mind.

"Never," I grinned, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Great," he said tugging my hand eagerly, "well lets go."

I laughed as I followed him out of the house and into his garage; I looked over my shoulder to where Paul had disappeared in and saw a huge claw mark on a tree. I narrowed my eyes and made a mental note to check it out before I left.

"Come on, Bells," Jake whined, "I want you to meet my friends."

He dragged me into the garage and over to two smaller versions of Paul's group.

"Guys," Jake said, "this is Bella. Bella this is Quil and Embry."

"Hey," I said shyly, ducking my head.

"So, are you going to flash us," Quil joked eagerly.

My eyes widened and Embry, Jake, and I all blushed but my embarrassed blush soon turned into one of righteous anger.

I turned to Jake and said threateningly, "I said that if you ever told anyone I would kill you. Did you think I was joking?"

I started towards him threateningly as Quil said helpfully, "Oh, yeah. And he described it about fifteen times in detail."

I tackled him and started punching him as hard as I could, "Bella, that doesn't even hurt!"

"Shut up," I groused at him as I continued to hit him, "it's making me feel better and I said I would kill you."

"Do you want some help, Bella," Embry offered as I continued my attack, "and if it makes you feel any better I tried not to listen."

I stopped hitting for just a minute so that I could get off of him and Embry helped me up, "Thank you, Embry. At least someone here is a gentleman."

"Want to enlist me," Quil asked me trying to flex subtly at me, "I can't say I didn't listen cause I did but you could always use some more muscle power!"

I nodded at him, "Have at it."

He jumped into the tussle Embry and Jake were having and I sat back to watch the most entertaining fight I had ever seen.

When they had finished the sun was setting and I wanted to head up to Port Angeles to check out the new book store.

"Well, I better get going," I said standing up and stretching.

"No," they all complained at once.

"Yeah," I said, "I want to check out the new bookstore in Port Angeles."

"Will you come back tomorrow," Quil asked.

"Of course," I said going out of the garage followed by the guys.

I climbed into my truck as they all went inside the house and I started to pull out then stopped by the claw marks. I got out to examine them but I could see that it was bigger than my head and spread out with a fist length in between.

I started to go back to the car but stopped when I saw something gleaming on the floor. I scooped down to pick it up and saw it was a weird curved, black thing that looked weirdly like an oversized dog nail.

I stuffed it into my pocket to study tomorrow.

I climbed back into my truck and continued pulling out of Jake's driveway then going the opposite direction of Forks, toward Port Angeles. Angela told me about this place and she said that they had a great classic section.

It took me about fifteen minutes to reach the place Angela told me about and by then it was almost dark as I parked next to the place.

I jumped down from my truck before going into the bookstore.

I got up there as the lady was locking the door and lipping the sign.

She looked at me apologetically before going back into the store to read a book.

"Damn it," I swore as I went back down to my truck.

I kicked a rock when suddenly I felt weird. I felt like someone was watching me and I knew that feeling. It was a vampire.

Everyone feels like this when they're near a vampire but most just cross it off the paranoia. I know the feeling because of how much time I spent with them.

My heart sped up along with my breathing as I subconsciously quickened my pace to get to my truck even though I knew it wouldn't do any good.

I whipped open the truck door and grabbed a set of matches before trying to turn on my truck in honest fear.

Suddenly I was pressed up against a wall with the vamp pressing himself in to me and sniffing my neck in a painfully familiar way.

"Hello, pretty lady," the vamp said. "What's your name?"

"B-Bella," I said weirdly, caught somewhere between scared shitless and turned on.

"Bella," he mused, inhaling deeply above my neck before licking it thoughtfully, "that means beautiful in Italian, you know."

"I've been told."

He chuckled a throaty sound that made more scared and turned on at the same time, "Well, my Beauty. I think you're going to be a wonderful snack."

My eyes widened and instinctively I grabbed the closest sharp object to me and stabbed it into his neck then pulled down. To mine and his astonishment it ripped a line that immediately began dripping venom.

I quickly light a match then flicked in onto his chest as he let me go and stumbled back, stunned into stillness. He burst into flames the second the match touched him and he fell to the ground withering.

"Beauty," he called to me as he continued to wither in agony.

I paused then looked back at him with a satisfied smirk, "You have a superiority complex."

Then I continued walking towards my truck to the sounds of his pain filled screams, taking comfort in the fact that if it was me burning he wouldn't have had a second thought.

So what do you think? I know I said Bella wouldn't meet Paul for a while but I couldn't help it. I had the opportunity and I took it. I honestly didn't plan or any of that to happen but I am very satisfied with the way it came out.

Bella's first vamp is dead. I think it wasn't too unlikely and I always thought vamps had a superiority complex when I was reading the books. I mean, honestly. Get over your selves. So don't be afraid review. I'm very anxious to hear what you have to say.