Twilight Evolution
Twilight
X
X Men: Evolution
A/N
Ok! Chapter Two is done! And whaddya know? The computer stopped glitchin'! Otherwise it would've been awhile before I updated~
Ok, so like always, Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR XMEN!
Though I wish... I would totally continue the series -both of them. :)
And for those of you wondering, yes, Bella will become more and more OC as the story goes on, otherwise the storyline wouldn't work. Don't like it? TOO BAD!
Yes, I can be mean when I want to!
But for those of you loyal readers, a thank you for all your reviews~
True, only 4, but still, thanks~
I DO plan to continue this story~
Anyways, how was the cliffie last chapter? I've been practicing~
So, now, on to the story~
And yes! You get more than just Bella-centric POVs! XD
Yay~
Which means a total of FOUR different POVs~
But to find out which, you'll have to read on~
Chapter Two
Contact
Bella sighed, she hadn't slept well that night, even after she had finished crying. The constant whooshing of the rain and wind across the roof wouldn't fade into the background, even after she pulled the faded quilt over her head -and the pillow, later on.
She hadn't fallen asleep until well after midnight, when the rain had settled into a quiet drizzle.
She peeked out the window, all she could see was the thick fog outside of her room, and she could feel claustrophobia creeping over her.
One could never see the sky here...
It was like a cage...
She was now a bird trapped in a cage she had locked herself into...
Alice
...~!
I practically squealed, we were getting a new student at school! I could see her perfectly, she was a pretty brunette with ivory skin and soft greyish-hazel eyes. She was pretty, and seemed to be shy, but I knew she would eventually be our friend, how? I didn't know, but when? Soon, that much I knew...
Soon.
Not even my beloved Jazzie would be able to calm me down -I was soo excited!
I raced downstairs for the door, my school things in a cute little bag slung over my shoulder, and quickly claimed passenger seat...
Bella
Breakfast with Charlie was a quiet event. He wished me luck at school, and I thanked him, knowing his hope was wasted.
Good luck tended to avoid me.
Charlie left first, off to the police station that was his wife and family.
After he left, I sat at the old square oak table in one of the three mismatched chairs and examined the small kitchen -with its dark paneled walls, bright yellow cabinets, and white linoleum floor...
Nothing had changed.
My mother had painted the cabinets herself eighteen years ago in an attempt to bring some sunshine into the house. And over the small fireplace in the adjoining handkerchief sized family room was a row of pictures.
First in line was a wedding picture of Charlie and my mom in Las Vegas; then one of the three of us in the hospital room after I was born, taken by a helpful nurse; followed by a procession of my school pictures up to the last years.
Those were embarrassing to look at -I would have to to see what I could do to get Charlie to put them somewhere else.
At least while I was living here.
A few hours later...
Lunch
Bella
Overall, my morning had not been too bad, I had to red haired woman in the office -Ms. Cope, I believe her name was, had given me my schedule and a map to find my way around.
I had spent some time in my truck studying it, glad that the other cars around here were as older -and maybe older- than mine was. The only really good car on the lot had been a shiny silver Volvo.
I had English First Period, with a balding man named Mr. Mason, though luckily he had not made me introduce myself, or sit in the front, and the reading list had been fairly basic -especially since Id already read everything on it.
Comforting, yes -but boring. My mind wandered during class as I thought about asking my mother to send my folder of old essays, and whether or not she would think that was cheating. I even went through several arguments with her in my head as the teacher droned on.
Soon the bell rang and this boy -Eric- came up to me, he had skin problems, and his black hair was like an oil slick, he had looked like an overly helpful chess club type.
He had definitely been over-helpful.
The next class had been Trig -it was the only class I had to actually stand up and introduce myself in- I would hate the class if I didn't already hate it.
It also got annoying that I had to keep telling people to call me Bell and not Isabella.
After two classes, I started recognizing several faces in each class. One girl sat beside me in both Trig and Spanish. She was tiny, several inches shorter thwn my five feet four inches, but her wildly curly dark hair made up a lot of difference in our heights.
I couldn't remember her name, so I just smiled and nodded as she prattled on about teachers and classes.
I didn't even try to keep up.
We sat at the end of a full table with several of her friends who she introduced to me. I forgot all their names as soon as she spoke them.
They had seemed impressed by her bravery in speaking to me. The boy from English, Eric, waved at me from across the room.
It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven curious strangers, that I first saw them.
They sat in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I was sitting as possible in the long room. There were five of them. They weren't talking.
They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them.
And they weren't gawking at me like most of the other kids were, so it was safe to stare at them without fear of meeting an excessively interested pair of eyes.
But it was none of these things that caught and held my attention; they looked nothing alike.
Of the three boys, one was big -muscled like a serious weightl lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, and leaner, though still muscular and honey blonde. The last was lanky, and less bulky, with untidy bronze hair. He was more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college -or even teachers here, rather than student.
The girls were opposites. The tall one statuesque with a beautiful figure -the kind you saw on the cover of sports illustrated swuimsuit issues; the kind that made very girl around her take a hit on her own self esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, and waved gently to the middle of her back.
The short one was pixie-like, thin in the extreme, and had small features. Her hair was an onyx color, cropped short and pointing in almost every direction.
And yet, they were all exactly alike. Every one of them had pale, chalky complexions, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town -even paler than the albino, me.
They all had dark eyes despite the range of hair tones, and they also had dark shadows under those eyes purplish, bruise-like shadows.
As if they suffered from insomnia, or were recovering from broken noses. Though their noses -and all their features- were straight, perfect, and angular.
But again, this wasn't why I couldn't look away.
I stared, because their faces, so different, yet so similar, were all devestatingly, inhumanly beautiful.
They were faces you would never expect to see on except, perhaps, on the air-brushed pages of a fashion magazine -or painted by an old master as the face of an angel.
It was hard to decide who was most beautiful -maybe the perfect blonde girl and the bronze haired boy.
They were all looking away -away from each other, away from other students, away from anything in particular as far as I could tell.
As I watched, the small girl rose with her tray -unopened soda, unbitten apple- and walked away with a quick, graceful lope that belonged on a runway.
I watched, amazed by her lithe dancers step, til she dumped her tray and glided through the back door, faster than I would've thought possible. My eyes darted back to the others, who sat unchanging...
"Who are they?" I asked the girl from my Spanish class -whose name I'd forgotten...
Alice
I had had to get out of there, if I had stayed any longer, I was bound to go up to her and ruin everything.
No, I had to wait, so I had left. I had to let her come to me first, or everything would be moot point.
I could tell that Jazzy had been confused, and since I had been humming the most infectious song in my head, Edward had kept out, since it was one of those that annoyed him.
I could tell he was curious as to why though, but hah!
I would never tell!
...Well, maybe afterwards, but until then? Never!
Edward
Why the hell had Alice been humming that -I shuddered- hideous song? I knew she didn't really like that song, but what would she be hiding that was so important as to resort to... to...
That Barbie Girl song? I shuddered inwardly, oh, I hated Britney Spears music, and I was pretty sure that was one of her worst songs yet...
Though I may have been mistaken as I tended to steer clear of her music.
And I could read the confusion in Jasper's mind, so she hadn't even told her mate?
Wow, this was serious.
Edward, do you know what's going on? he asked me mentally, She's been feeling excited all morning, and just now she was impatient, and I couldn't calm her down at all, he thought to me.
I shook my head quickly no, too fast for the humans to see, "I don't know, she was singing in her head," I told him, and the other two looked at me.
"What are you talking about?" asked Emmett, all of us spoke too fast and low for the humans to hear, and we were all careful of not moving our lips too much.
Even Rosalie looked a little curious.
"Alice has been excited all day, today," explained Jasper, "And jsut now she was impatient, but I couldn't calm her down at all," he said.
"Oh," said Emmett.
Rosalie shrugged, "Probably some kind of fashion thing," she said, "I hear they're releasing a new..." I tuned them out and looked up, at the girl Jessica, who was sitting next to the new girl.
Then I looked at her, and looked away, maintaining a bored look, though I was frowning inside, I couldn't read her mind...
Why?
What's wrong? asked Jasper, looking over at me, I raised a brow, You have frustration rolling off you in waves, he explained.
I shook my head, and tried to read it again, perhaps her mind had just been blank at the moment, I thought, though I knew it was unlikely...
Bella
As Jessica, as I now knew her name was, explained the Cullens to me, the youngest one of the Cullens looked up and met my gaze.
This time, with evident curiosity in his expression. As I hastily looked away it seemed to me that that his glance held some sort of unmet expectation.
"Which is the boy with the reddish brown hair?" I asked, peeking at him from the corner of my eye.
He was still staring at me, but not gawking like the other students had -he had a slightly frustrated look on his face. I looked down again and listened as Jessica explained.
So his name was Edward, I thought, as I hid a smile. She's spoken as if he had been a case of sour grapes...
I had to wonder when he'd turned her down.
I glanced at him again, his face was turned away, but I thought I saw a hint of a smile on his features...
Soon, lunch was over, and it was time to get to my next subject.
The other Cullens had left a while ago, and I had ended up staying in the cafeteria much longer than I would've had I been alone, but still, I didn't want to be late to my next class so...
Charles Xavier
...I checked Cerebro's database as I always did, searching for hints of mutants -as I always did.
I was about to disconnect from Cerebro when it picked something up, in Forks, Washington...
Another mutant, the signs were faint, and were soon lost, which was odd, but not so odd if the power is what I think it is...
And judging from the reaction...
The child will be strong...
Perhaps stronger than Jean, perhaps not...
But either way...
Time to gather the X Men...
Edward
She walked in with that girl, Angela, and I stiffened, smelling that luscious, and aphrodisaic scent that was her blood...
And I was sitting next to the only available seat...
Damnit!
She walked past me, her scent hitting me in waves, so much that I had to stop breathing.
I stared at her, hoping that the hunger didn't get to me...
She just smelled so... so... delicious!
No! I couldn't drink human blood! Not again!
I leaned as far as I could without making it obvious -or so to me.
I tried not to smell her, as I pretended to breathe. After all, Vampires didn't need to breathe, but we had to keep up the pretense that we were human...
So I tried not to breath as much as I could without scenting her, or if I did, reminding myself that humans were 'friends' not food...
Mostly...
The prosthetic scent of her shampoo hit me, making it less unbearable, but while it made it less unbearable, it made it even more unbearable.
Yes, that did not make sense and I knew it, but I had to try not to dwell on the fact that the human who most likely had the sweetest smelling blood in the world, just had to move here, into quaint little Forks, Washington, and just had to be sitting next to me...
She was beautiful, true, for a human, but...
No! No! I tried to pay attention to Mr. Banner, but it was hard, especially as I could read his mind, and it was all stuff I'd already learned...
By now, I was entirely stiff, and from the human's silent reactions -or what they were thinking- all except her, of course...
I could not even try to relax, the only thing I could do, was bolt out of that room, as fast as humanly possible, as soon as that bell rang.
I had been saved by the bell...
Literally, I was so close to the point of not return...
But as I ran out -human speed of course, though I wanted to run as fast as I could, I knew I couldn't- I saw her reaction in the minds of the others in her class.
She was still staring after me at the moment, face blank, impossible for me to read -even if I was the mind reader. Yes, haha. She seemed a bit angry though, but I couldn't be sure, as tears seemed to be filling her eyes.
I saw her talk to Mike, and i had to cringe at his thoughts, that Newton...
So they all had noticed...
Well, better they think I was hostile, rather than reveal the fact that I was a vampire, when I drank the life out of her...
Yes, better this way...
Better she misunderstand, than die.
She trully had been 'saved by the bell'...
And so had I...
So had I...
Ooh~ One quick question! Just remembered. Was that right? It's Cerebro right? Please tell me if I'm wrong, I don't like being wrong...
-tears-
Also, I'm trying to get the X-Men to appear somehow in each chapter, though its a bit harder than I thought!
So, please tell me, would you rather have them meet Bella sooner? Or would you rather Bella and Eddie get to know each other more before they come in? I can do either, but as a person who sometimes has indecisive tendencies, I'd like an opinion...
PLEASE. And no, it will not affect chapter three, though it may in the future of this story~
So~
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