++++++ So Blood Moon takes place after Twilight but before New Moon.

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Two

Forks, Washington.

Who the hell names their town after an eating utensil?

That was my first thought when Thomas told me I should move to the sleepy town. My second thought was what the hell was I supposed to do there?

His answer-Go to school.

Seriously?

Me? Almost nine hundred year old vampire who hates teenagers and his answer is go to school.

Why the hell not.

Thomas wouldn't tell me why I was going there or what I was supposed to do, only that I was supposed to go. The voices had instructed him so.

I packed up my apartment and had my incredibly talented lawyer fix up my identity and I became seventeen again. A senior who became emancipated from her parents in a closed federal case. When I arrived, the Chief of Police was waiting for me outside the apartment that had been purchased on my behalf. He looked like he should have been in an eighties action film with that moustache. I shivered-the eighties, an era I'd rather forget.

I rolled my eyes and got out of my car-it was a 1967 Chevy Impala. An original that I'd owned since 1967, parts were hard to buy for it-well not so much as hard but expensive. "Good afternoon, Chief," I frowned, wondering if someone had caught me doing one hundred and fifty in an eighty zone.

"Miss Alexander?" he questioned. When I nodded he smiled. "We got word that you were coming, from your uncle, Thomas. He was worried you'd be alone so asked me to check in on you when you arrived."

Fuck you, Thomas.

"Well you can tell Thomas I'm fine," I shot back. I glanced over the hood of the car to see a brunette around my supposed age in the front seat of the car.

"I'm Charlie Swan," he told me. "Chief of Police. That's my daughter, Bella. You two will be in the same year come September. I thought you two could hit it off. It'll be nice to know someone before you start."

I shrugged. "I guess."

"Hey Bells," Charlie called out, waving her out of the car.

When the girl got out of the car, a familiar scent hit my nose making me seize up. I knew that scent. The girl from 1993. All grown up. She gave me a timid smile. "Hi," she mumbled. "I'm Bella."

"Nina," I replied. Clearing my throat, I laughed a little. "Anything good to do around here?" I asked her, trying to be a teenage. It had been a while.

She shrugged. "Not really. There's shopping in Port Angeles."

"I gotta get to work," Charlie cut in. "You okay here Bells? Call Edward when you're ready to go home. It'll be good for you to spend some time with someone other than Edward and his family."

"Who?" I inquired.

"Edward Cullen," Charlie replied, "the adopted son of Doctor Cullen and his wife, Esme. They've adopted five kids. You'll meet them soon. Later Bells."

"By dad," she coughed, waving him off.

I sighed and dug my keys out of my pocket, I'd made sure the removalists had unpacked and fixed everything inside, except my clothes. I had a fridge full of food and a mini bar fridge that looked like a coffee table full of blood bags thanks to Thomas. "Coming up or do you want me to drop you off at the boyfriends?"

She shrugged. "Doesn't matter."

I frowned. "You like books?" I questioned, trying to find common ground with Bella. It would be nice to see how her life was, I'd never really given it a second thought saving her life like that.

She nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Do you read any classics?"

I nodded, grinning. "You'll love my library wall." I waved her up the stairs to the apartment. When I unlocked the door, her eyes lit up. "Classics, modern, banned books-the one on the left is banned books."

Bella gravitated towards all my first editions of Shakespeare. "I've never had the time to read Antony and Cleopatra-do you mind?"

I nodded. "Sure." I took my jacket off and dumped it on the table. "As long as you're going to borrow it, I think you're mature enough for Lady Chatterley's Lover by D.H Lawrence. It was banned in three separate countries-the US, the UK and Australia."

Bella smiled and kept on looking over all my books. "This is an amazing collection."

"It's a family collection," I lied. "My grandfather gave it to me when he died. It should have gone to my father but grandad knew he would just sell them off for the money. I had to leave them in a storage facility so dad couldn't get his claws on them. I have-I have one messed up family."

After ordering pizza, Bella and I sat down and she told me all about her life and why she'd come to Forks. Her mother Renee-I should have gotten her name to keep an eye on her and Bella-were living in Phoenix until she married a pro-baseball player named Phil Dwyer. Bella had come to Forks to live with her dad so her mum could travel with Phil. Her boyfriend's name was Edward and he lived with his four siblings, Alice and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. They'd all been adopted by Doctor Carlisle Cullen and his wife Esme. Bella's face lit up when she spoke about the Cullen family.

Bella ate most of the pizza, I threw away a slice or two when Bella ducked to the bathroom so I sent the rest away to her father for dinner. She called Edward to come and get her around seven, warning him that she had a pile of books to go. We made plans to meet up tomorrow at Bella's place so she could show me around.

When a silver Volvo pulled up behind the impala, I waved her off and my phone rang. The caller ID said Thomas.

"The girl gone?" he asked me.

I frowned. "How the fuck did you know I was with someone?"

He chuckled. "Listen, that girl is important. You gotta stick with her. She'll lead you to what you desperately seek."

"Thomas," I warned him, "I'm coming back to Arizona, I'm gonna bend you over and shove that crystal ball right up your-"

"Hey!" Thomas cut me off. "I'm trying to help you here. Remember, you have to stay friends with Isabella Swan. She'll find you that pack you want to run with."

"Pack?" I spat. "Pack's mean werewolves! I have a fur coat in storage that belongs to the last werewolf I ran into."

I could imagine Thomas rolling his eyes on the other end of the phone. "I only deliver the message. Ever heard of that old adage-don't shoot the messenger?"

I growled at him. "Alright, Thomas. Thank you for your pointless advice. Goodnight and fuck off." I hung up on him.

A pack to run with? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

I opened the mini bar and pulled out a bag of O Negative before retreating to the kitchen to heat it up. Bagged blood wasn't as good as blood from the real source but the powers that be might get a bit suspicious when the locals start dropping like flies. I might have to go into town on the weekend and have a drink.