Wolverine

I'm sorry if this story is moving too fast. I'm basing off the movie now, so once I'm done that, it'll slow down. I still have months of stuff to go through.

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"I make him mad. But I figure that's okay... I wrote the book on mad."

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Bella's POV

"I have a date with Edward Cullen," I said. In retrospect, I probably should have waited until Charlie put his gun down.

"Isn't he a little old for you?" Charlie asked. He stopped cleaning the inside of his shotgun and turned to look at me.

"We're the same age, Charlie," I moaned, trying to sound like a regular teenager instead of an old lady.

"I thought you weren't interested in any of the boys in town."

"Edward doesn't live in town." That was true…sort of. Edward's house was definitely not down the street like everything else in Forks. I glanced behind me, hearing the sounds of Edward's impatience. He hadn't stopped grinning the whole morning. I couldn't decide if it was our impending engagement, or his eagerness to watch me play baseball.

I'm getting married.

I had to fight the grin that threatened to burst onto my face. "He's right outside."

"He is?" Charlie asked, looking pained.

"He wanted to meet you…officially."

Charlie sighed. "Alright," He snapped the barrel of the gun back into place. "Bring him in." He set the gun down onto the dining room table.

"Be nice," I warned. "He's important." I probably shouldn't go into detail about how important for at least six months, when I'll have legally graduated…again.

Charlie twirled a finger over his head, making the sign of a halo.

"Finally," I heard Edward mumble. I hushed him and let him inside.

"Chief Swan," he said respectfully. He was dressed in an unnecessary warm jacket. "I wanted to formally introduce myself. I'm Edward Cullen."

"Hi Edward," Charlie said, shaking his hand briefly. I noticed that he flinched ever so slightly when he touched him.

"Bella won't be out too late tonight. She's just going to play baseball with my family."

Charlie looked at me. "You never told me you played baseball." His words were almost accusing. I figured that Edward's charm hadn't worked on him as well as he was used to, because Edward shifted uncomfortably.

I shrugged. "Phil taught me. I'm not really that good, though." I pleaded mentally with him to shut up.

Charlie scratched behind his ear. "Well, good luck with that," he finally said.

"Don't worry Chief; I'll take good care of her." I led him out to the entranceway, only for Charlie to call me back.

"You still got that pepper spray?" he asked.

I heard Edward chuckling outside. "Yeah, but I'm not going to need it. I can take him." Edward's laughter cut off as he heard that.

I walked outside and Edward wrapped an arm around my waist. I brushed it off. "Easy, Tiger, you don't want the Chief to see you sexually assaulting me this early. And since when do vampires like baseball?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Well," Edward put a baseball cap on my head and tucked my hair behind my ears. "It's the American pastime. And, uh, there's a thunderstorm coming. It's the only time we can play."

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The baseball field was surrounded by forest and waterfalls. The jeep Edward had borrowed from his brother was covered in mud by the time we reached the others. We jumped out and crossed the field to where Rosalie and Carlisle were fighting over who got to bat first. Rosalie won.

"Bella," Alice called. I had only half a second to take a breath before she crushed me in a hug. "This is going to be so much fun!" I was pretty sure she wasn't talking about the game. "Oh, fine. I won't tell anyone yet," she huffed. Her eyes flashed to my left hand and her face turned down into a grimace. She released me and glared at Edward.

He sighed heavily. "I'll get it later. Don't worry." I saw Emmett roll his eyes at their one-sided conversation, but figured that that was the norm in a house with a mind reader.

I had to fight to keep in another ridiculous scream. As it was, I couldn't stop smiling.

"I call Bella's team!" Emmett shouted. Edward scowled at him.

"Is that okay?" I asked Edward. "I mean," I continued. "I don't want to leave the other team at a disadvantage."

Edward snickered. "I thought you weren't very good at baseball." I rolled my eyes and didn't bother to dignify that with a response.

Emmett whooped loudly and he and Edward took off for the outfield. I followed and stood to the far right of them.

Alice took her place at the pitcher's mound and she smiled. "Time," she said in sync with a burst of thunder. Rosalie took a stance at home base with Esme behind her, ready to catch. She swung her whole body into her pitch, but amazingly, Rosalie's bat connected with it. The ball whooshed over Edward's head and he twisted around, running faster than I'd ever seen him.

"Has he got it?" I asked Emmett.

Edward's brother grinned. "Edward's the fastest, but I'm the strongest." I noticed Jasper absently twirling his own bat, staring blankly out at the field. True to Emmett's word, Edward threw the ball straight to Esme just as Rosalie slid into home base. Esme managed to tag her out. "Out! Whoop!" Emmett exclaimed.

Rosalie hissed at him and walked away.

"Babe, c'mon, it's just a game!" Emmett called.

"Nice kitty," Carlisle said, patting her on the back. I stifled a laugh. Carlisle stepped up to the plate. I couldn't remember my father ever playing baseball with me. Alice pitched a fastball. Carlisle swung and the ball whipped towards me. I jumped up only to smash into Emmett. We landed in a heap and the ball sped into the woods.

Edward sped toward me. "I'm okay," I said. I pulled myself to my feet. I grabbed Emmett's arm and tugged him up. "Smooth move, Ex-lax," I chastised him. Then I extended my middle claw and gave him my own version of "The Finger". Emmett laughed and sped into the woods to retrieve the ball. Edward brought a hand up to his face. "Don't," I ordered him, pointing at his face. I brushed off some dirt and leaves from my pants and snapped my head to the right. My neck cracked loudly and I touched it gingerly. Edward flinched.

"Are you sure you're alright?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Please, I used to get run over by a tank every other Tuesday. That was nothing."

Emmett rushed back out and threw the ball back to Alice. Jasper stepped up to the plate and twirled his bat before taking a stance. Alice pitched a curveball and he swung. The ball headed toward Emmett. He climbed a tree behind him in three leaps and caught the ball in midair. He threw it to Alice.

"My Monkey-Man," Rosalie murmured. I slammed a hand over my mouth to keep me from laughing.

Rosalie stepped up to the plate again and Alice threw the ball as hard as she could. Rosalie managed to hit it and the ball went spiralling into the woods. I spun around, intent on chasing after it, when I smelled something familiar. I growled as I recognized the scent.

Alice froze. Edward stared at her and then looked back at the woods. "Stop!" Alice cried.

Edward rushed to my side and pulled me toward home base. Everyone hurried toward Carlisle and Esme.

"They were leaving, but they heard us," Alice explained.

"Let's go," Edward said, heading for the jeep.

"It's too late," Carlisle told him.

Emmett grabbed his shoulder. "They probably won't even notice her. She doesn't smell like food or anything." Edward's jaw tightened but he didn't object any further.

Carlisle, Emmett and Jasper stood in front of us, intent on meeting the visitors head-on. I spotted the vampires as they appeared from out of the woods. There were three of them, two male and one female. The woman had vibrant red hair and was dressed in a fur coat knockoff. The male on the far left was blond and walked with a confident swagger. He wore a jacket that I faintly recognized as belonging to Waylon. I growled again, much softer than before at that. The leader was dark-skinned. His hair fell down past his shoulders. He wore a rather ugly orange jacket. Both males had jeans on. They were all barefoot.

Their eyes were red.

The three of them paused a short distance away from us. I saw the blond male sizing Jasper up. I could only imagine what his numerous scars made the vampires think. All I knew was that for almost every bite he'd received, a vampire had been killed by him.

We stepped forward in sync to greet them. The leader held up his right hand and I saw that he was holding the ball. "I believe this belongs to you," he said. I noted that his voice held a strong trace of a French accent. With a flick of his wrist, the ball landed in Carlisle's waiting palm.

"Thank you," Carlisle replied.

"I am Laurent, and this is Victoria and James." He indicated to the others. The woman nodded her head, but the other man gave no indication that he'd heard what the leader said.

"I'm Carlisle. This is my family."

"Hello." The two groups of vampires continued to stare each other down. I stayed next to Edward and tried to make my heart stop pounding.

"I'm afraid your hunting activities have caused something of a mess for us," Carlisle explained.

"Our apologies," Laurent said. "We didn't realize the territory had been claimed."

I noticed the blond male, James sniff the air. His eyes closed and he seemed to be thinking hard. He opened his eyes and looked past Carlisle, toward me. I met his gaze solidly.

"Yes, well, we maintain a permanent residence nearby." James's eyes flickered toward Carlisle as he spoke. Apparently, living somewhere permanently was an oddity for a vampire.

"Really?" Laurent exclaimed, looking toward James as if seeking some kind of confirmation. Something was up with them. Laurent was confident and friendly, but James seemed to be the more dangerous one. Why would he let another man take over?

Unless it was a farce.

My eyes narrowed at the two vampires. I wondered if Jasper knew what was going on. Surely, he would notice the abnormal behaviour from his experience in the military.

"Well, we won't be a problem anymore. We were just passing through."

"The humans were tracking us, but we led them east. You should be safe." The woman, Victoria, told us. She smiled and winked at us.

Carlisle nodded, looking a little disturbed. "Excellent."

"So," Laurent gave a little laugh. "Could you use three more players?" The others all looked to Carlisle, but my eyes stayed focussed on James. "Oh, come on; just one game," he pleaded.

Carlisle shifted uncomfortably, but smiled. "Sure, why not? A few of us were leaving. You can take their place. We'll bat first." Carlisle threw the ball toward Laurent, but Victoria's hand lashed out and caught it.

"I'm the one with the wicked curve ball," she explained, smirking.

"Oh, well I think we can handle that," Jasper said mockingly. Emmett jeered as they turned away. The others laughed. I felt a sudden eagerness and realized that Jasper was using his gift to prevent a fight.

Laurent and Victoria headed for the outfield, but James stayed put, still sniffing the air. Finally, Edward's murderous look made him back off and he began to turn away.

At that moment, the worst possible thing happened.

The wind picked up and blew my strange scent right into James's face. His eyes scrunched up as he sniffed more heavily, and then he growled. His eyes went to my hands and he crouched down, ready to spring. Edward pushed me behind him and growled menacingly. The rest of the family was at his side in less than a second. Esme wrapped an arm around me and held me still as Victoria and Laurent crouched down beside him, confused by his outburst but prepared to defend him. Victoria inhaled deeply and her lips pulled back, showing her sharp teeth.

"She smells like the man from Canada," Victoria growled to James. He nodded, still crouched.

Edward's shoulders tensed. I felt his desire to turn around and question me.

"The girl is with us," Carlisle said. He sounded dangerous. "I think it best if you leave." I could hear the threat in his words.

There was a small silence before Laurent spoke. "I can see the game is over. We'll go now." Laurent began to back up, but James and Victoria didn't move. "James," Laurent cautioned. James straightened up, but his eyes stayed narrowed on mine. He took a step back and reached for Victoria. He wrapped an arm around her as they left. I heard him whisper something in her ear.

"We'll deal with her later."

The others stiffened as they heard that. Once the other vampires were out of sight, Edward turned to me. "Bella?" He didn't need to ask. I already knew what he wanted to know.

"They probably ran into Victor, my grandfather." Edward sucked in a breath.

"There are others like you, Bella?" Carlisle asked. I could almost sense their feelings of betrayal. I couldn't stand it.

"It's not like that! I haven't seen him in decades. He and I don't really get along," I explained. "I was going to tell you later, but I didn't see the point. He's my mom's dad, but I only met him once when I was a kid, and only three other times since I've stopped aging."

Carlisle nodded, showing he understood. "What did you hear, Edward?"

"James is a Tracker." At that, the others froze. "He tracked down someone who smelled like Bella a few years ago."

Sarcasm marred my tone as I said, "Let me guess, he got his ass handed to him by a six and a half foot man with bag lady nails? And now he's pissed off because he didn't get his man, so he's going to try to kill me to sooth his messed up ego."

Edward growled. "That isn't funny. He's dangerous."

"So am I." We glared at each other.

"We need to get you out of here," Edward insisted. "He's just going to trace your scent and find you." He grabbed my arm and began to pull me toward the jeep.

I paused. If he could trace my scent from across town, that would lead him straight to- "Charlie!" I shouted. I ripped my arm out of his grip. "I can't leave him here defenceless," I insisted.

"Bella, please," Edward begged, reaching for my hand again. I shrugged him off violently.

"I'll kill him myself. I'm really good at killing. I've got all these medals at home to prove it." My hands shook with anger. Edward was unmoved. I growled and began to pace. The others watched me anxiously. They wanted me to leave. I brought my hands up to my face and pressed my palms against my closed eyes. I thought back to every strategy I'd ever learned when in battle. I thought about every plot of every cheesy cop show that had ever aired. I took a deep breath. Edward's cold hands pulled my hands away from my face.

"Please, Bella just let me get you out of here. The others will watch Charlie." He looked over to them and I saw Emmett nod.

"This is my mess. I'll deal with it. You guys don't have to get involved."

"Too late for that," Rosalie muttered. I didn't bother to answer that.

Edward stiffened. "They've split up. James is trying to find your scent. Laurent is heading for the house. If we're going to protect Charlie, we need to move now."

I ground my teeth together. "Damn it. Charlie will freak if I just take off." My eyes widened. "Got it!" I shouted.

Edward frowned. "Got what?" He asked suspiciously.

I grinned at him. "I'll tell him that I'm moving back in with Renée. He can't legally keep me here. James will hear and maybe he'll leave Charlie alone so that he can catch up with me."

Jasper moved closer to us. "If he hears, he'll know where you are," he pointed out.

I rolled my eyes. "Think! He'll know that we know that he's listening. He'll never believe that I'm going where I say I'm going."

Emmett sped over. "She's devious," he commented, grinning.

I gave him a mock-bow. "Thank you. I try."

Edward didn't stop frowning. "What do you mean, I? You're not going alone."

Alice sprang over. The others followed in a cluster. "Jasper and I will take her." She touched his shoulder gently. "We'll keep her safe, Edward."

"Why can't I-" Edward started to ask.

Carlisle interrupted. "No, the Tracker saw how you reacted. He knows that you'll never leave Bella. Besides, you can do much more for her if you stay here and try to find him."

I couldn't suppress the jolt of fear I felt at Carlisle's words. "You don't have to do that," I insisted.

"He's never going to stop unless we kill him. The only way is to tear him apart and burn the pieces." He grimaced, as if he realized that he'd said too much.

"Okay," I agreed. "I'll go talk to Charlie."

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I've received a few comments on errors. I'm sorry about those; I'm using the Twilight wiki website to gain background information on the characters and some it might be wrong. For the person who asked how Edward knew about Bella's claws, I'm pretty sure in Midnight Sun he was reading those awful dudes' minds while trying to find Bella. That's how he knew.

Oh, and "Kylemoor", you can write whatever you want. Most of the ideas on fan fiction have similar plots and such, so it's not a big deal for you to copy one. I've seen a couple other stories where Bella has Wolverine's powers, although from reading them, they don't follow the same plot as mine. Thanks for asking, though.