Chapter One

Ever since I could remember I knew I never really had a place to begin with.

While my mother had married at twenty, it didn't take long for her to give birth to my older sister, Bella Swan. Bella was only a few months old when my mother, Renee, had left Forks, Washington behind with Bella. Three years later though, she had a one-night stand with a random man at a club and ended up becoming pregnant with me. I was born Ingrid Swan, sharing the same last name as my sister. Charlie, Bella's biological father, adopted me as his daughter and loved me as fiercely as he did my older sister. Renee on the other hand paid more attention to Bella than she did me. I was the mistake, I was the one who was born through a random hook up, and one where she obviously didn't use protection. Then again, she was in her early twenties and she was living in Phoenix, Arizona. Casinos and clubs littered the area around Phoenix, so it made sense she would end up leaving being a single mother behind for a few hours and could spend time with her girlfriends.

Now I was moving from the sunny desert plains to the cold, dreary and rainy forest infested town of Forks, Washington with Bella. While Bella sat in the black leather passenger seat of Renee's van, I was spread out across the leather back seats of the van, scrolling through the different text messages my friends were giving me for leaving, they were encouraging. I would end up being able to come down here during the summer and spend time with them, Renee had promised me she would do this for me. Bella didn't know if she would come down with me, since she wanted to let Renee and her new husband, Phil, have time with each other.

Phil Dwyer was a young (quite younger than my mother), somewhat handsome, baseball minor league player who was traveling across the country. He was younger than Bella wanted him to be for our mother, but he was a decent guy. Sure, his stories were quite boring, and he was a little too enthusiastic on being my step-dad now. He seemed as though he wanted to be the better dad than Charlie was, which honestly, he was a better dad than my biological dad was, wherever the hell that man was.

"Are you sure you want to go?"

Renee's voice brought me out of my text messages I was reading, my pink irises flickering away from my phone to the review mirror of the van. I knew me and Bella couldn't be anymore opposite than right now. While Bella had long brownish red wavy hair that went to her armpits, pale skin and chocolate irises I only shared the same pale skin. I had been born albino, even my eyelashes and eyebrows were milky white. My hair was scraped up in a high bun and I was wearing a ratty Linkin Park t-shirt, dark washed jeans and a pair of my black and white converses—the laces were a vibrant lime green.

I shrugged, "where Bella goes, I follow. So, ask her."

I looked back down at my phone, as Bella assured Renee for the thousandth time (it seemed like) she wanted her to have some time with Phil without having to worry about a teenager being in the way. Besides, the last thing either adult needed was a seventeen-year-old and fourteen-year-old tagging along with them while they were traveling throughout the country for the latest baseball season.

"What about you Ingrid, are you sure? I know you and Phil have gotten along well," Renee persisted as she looked in the review window. The windows were rolled down in the van, so the wind came and ruffled our hair. I groaned and let my eyes wander up to the roof of the van, "yes, Mom! I said that I'll go with Bella. Besides if I don't go then I'll have to repeat a grade."

If it was one thing Renee knew, it was me not liking to have to repeat myself. It was already hard enough being an eighth grader, now I was having to be one at a new middle school in a town where there was a three thousand and something population. The middle school was smaller than the high school, where there were three hundred and something students that attended there (378). At the middle school there was a total of 300 students that attended there. I preferred the school in Phoenix, sure I got attention due to my appearance, but I could easily find a group of people to hang out with while I avoided that group easily. Here I knew it would be a lot harder to do that, in fact I probably wouldn't be able to get away from the group.

Bella was wearing a sleeveless white eyelet blouse over some dark washed jeans and wore a parka over her small figure. She kept her hand up to shield the sunrays away from her eyes, enough I rolled my eyes as I fixed my sunglasses down onto my nose as Renee pulled into the busy airport parking lot. I wasn't going to put my coat on until we got onto the plane, even though I was cold natured. Bella was warmer natured than I was, which revealed I really had the same temperature of someone who was a corpse instead of someone who was living and breathing.

Getting out of the van and shutting the door behind me, Renee sniffled in sadness as she moved to the back hatch of the van and ushered me and Bella towards her. Bella was awkwardly flickering her eyes in the direction of where the airport was, she didn't want to be here. She was damned either way, she could either stay here and hurt Charlie's feelings or she could go to Charlie and let Renee know she preferred Charlie over Phil. I on the other hand was looking forward to going to Forks, well I was looking more forward to it than she was.

After giving an awkward hug to Renee, I left with Bella to head into the airport. It was nicely airconditioned and people moved throughout the airport at different paces. Thankfully neither me nor Bella had to be rushing towards our terminal though we were cutting it close. Charlie would always make sure we would get to the airport at least a little over an hour and a half before we would get onto the plane, he was that prepared. Of course, Bella and I were exhausted during these times, until three years ago—when Bella demanded we not go up to Forks for a month long every summer but go somewhere on middle ground, which happened to be California for two weeks.

I was pulling out my audiobook player from my denim satchel purse and put it a record before I put my headphones onto my head, playing a recording of one of my favorite books, Carrie. A Stephen King horror thriller about a girl named Carrie White who was a ridiculed and bullied girl who in time discovered she had a secret power, telekinesis. It was the first book Stephen King had published, and both Bella along with Charlie discouraged me reading horror novels but they were the genre I happened to be mostly focused on.

I wasn't my older sister, she was the one who was the lover of Jane Austen novels, of the Bronte sisters, and being back in their era. That wasn't to say I wasn't against those books, Bella was a gentle soul, she never seemed like someone who would hurt someone unless she had to. So, it made sense she would find comfort in these girlish Elizabethan novels.

After a four-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle and an hour flight in a small plane to Port Angeles, Bella and I went through the smaller airport, I moved ahead of Bella. She was moving slowly but surely, the bluish gray tinge of the atmosphere around us reflected her inner thoughts. I rolled my eyes and went back to her, touching her on her arm. She let her eyes wander down to me. I decided to speak, "chin up, sis. It's only for the rest of the year. And who knows, maybe you're find something here to let you want to stay your senior year."

Bella shrugged, rolling her brown irises at me, "sure, sure. As long as you don't make me socialize more than I have to." I giggled before I nodded my head, wrapping my arm around hers so that we were hooked around the elbows.

"Bells? Ingrid?"

Turning my head, I noticed Charlie standing near the keychains and gift shop the airport had, though I didn't know why they had one. I didn't think there was anything here someone would want to take back home with them. Then again, I wasn't a vagabond who was struck with a wanderlust soul. I didn't need little trinkets to remember something, though I wasn't one who was against someone getting me something.

After all they thought of me and saw something they thought I would like, of course I would end up keeping it. I wasn't Bella, who would mumble and stutter in the beginning, but then become aggravated at Charlie in due time because he always got her something for her birthday or for Christmas, though she knew she had to keep her mouth shut when it came to me because she knew I would make sure she would remember people bought her presents because they wanted to, not because they were trying to buy her love or anything like that.

Charlie Swan was in his late thirties, nearing his forties, with thinning but still quite full and thick obsidian wavy hair, a mustache that was molded against his top lip. He shared the same brown irises as his daughter, his skin was pale but never near as pale as his daughters'. Then again no one could have paler skin than I could, though Bella was a close second. He was wearing his police jacket over his sweater and dark washed jeans, his police boots thundering against the linoleum tiles as he came up to us, hope lighting in his irises.

"Hi, Dad…" Bella mumbled, awkwardness reverberating throughout her as she gave a manageable smile towards him. I rolled my eyes at her awkwardness and turned, hugging Charlie enough that made him grunt before he looked down at me. He shared the same awkwardness that his biological daughter had, probably the one who gifted it. I obviously didn't have it.

"Girls! It's great to see you." Charlie ushered us out into the rainy atmosphere of Forks. I pulled the hood of my jacket up over my milk white hair and stuffed my hands into the pockets of my jacket as Charlie grabbed my duffle bag and hooked it around his shoulder before he put his hand behind my back, barely hovering near my back, but enough to let me know he would protect me.

The police cruiser was parked near to us, so it didn't take long for us to get to it. Bella hopped into the passenger seat while I got into the back, situating myself so I was spread out across the leather seats. The divider was opened without any mention as Charlie got into the car after he put our luggage in the trunk of the cruiser. He shot me a small smile, one that was the definition of cumbrous. He obviously didn't know how he should feel about having one child happy to be here and the other child not happy being here but sacrificing her happiness for her mother's.

"Can you turn on the radio?" I probed, knowing I wouldn't be able to get through this ride if I had to sit here in silence for an hour. I smiled when music began to play, though I almost groaned when I noticed it happened to be classical music instead of just modern music. Whenever Bella could get her hands on a radio, she always played her stations, she wasn't someone who liked my louder music—she would often come into my room and demand I turn my music down or else I would end up becoming deaf from the velocity of the volume.

The hour ride was long, so when we arrived on the outskirts of Forks, I stretched some and sat upright, while Bella straightened up from her curled-up position against the cruiser passenger door. I peered out of the windows and noticed that everything seemed the same, despite being away for three years. There were the same businesses and same houses, nothing had changed. I found comfort in this, knowing that unlike Phoenix where everything was constantly growing at least here in Forks I could know things were going to be the same no matter what.

I only perked up when Charlie spoke up when we had come closer to his house, "um…I bought you a homecoming present, Bells. I know that you need a car, to get around, and pick and drop off Ingrid to school…" Bella patiently waited. Charlie continued, "Do you remember Billy Black, from La Push Reservation?"

Both Bella and I nodded our heads, Billy Black was an old friend of Charlie's. He was a Quileute Native, and had been friends with Charlie for decades. He was heavyset and happened to be wheelchair bound due to his diabetes. His wife, Sarah, had died from a car wreck. He had two twin daughters, Rebecca and Rachel (they were barely older than Bella and left town as soon as they were old enough to do so), along with a son who was a year older than me, Jacob "Jake" Black. I would be around the three with Bella because Charlie had made sure we would go fishing with him and Billy, despite the both of us not caring for fishing. Eventually it had gotten annoying enough for Bella that she had put her foot down and the whole Forks thing came into fruition.

"Well, he has a 1984 truck he had bought a while ago. He can't drive anymore due to him being wheelchair bound. I thought it would be perfect for you," Charlie explained, which in return made Bella excited. I smiled at her, at how she lit up at the knowledge she had something she hadn't expected but needed. She had told me she knew she would have to go to a car dealership with Charlie because she didn't have a car back Phoenix, we walked everywhere.

As Charlie entered our neighborhood street, it didn't take long for Billy Black's old rusty red truck to be revealed. Bella smiled as she eagerly got out of the cruiser once it was parked and went towards it, I trailed after her—noticing that it had big, rounded fenders, and an bulbous cab. She opened the passenger door of the truck and looked in, despite the wear and tear of the leather seats they were still in great condition, if anything it just showed that the truck happened to be lovingly used until the owner couldn't drive it anymore because of his disability.

"Thanks, Dad." Bella and Charlie awkwardly stood in front of each other, neither of them moving towards the other, but letting me know they were wanting to hug each other but were too stiff with emotions to do so.

The two-story house had technically two bedroom (there was a room that was a little smaller than a normal bedroom that Charlie used as a study, which would end up being my bedroom) along with one bathroom. I was not looking forward to this, since the last thing we needed was for two teenage girls to be stuck in a small house with their dad. I didn't spend an excessive amount of times in the bathroom doing my hair for hours or anything of that sort, like making sure I would focus on my makeup being nothing more than perfection.

I entered the house, my eyes taking in the simple styled living room, it was barely decorated enough to not be too empty. There were photographs lined up against the fireplace mantel, each one being a photograph of each school photo Bella had, along with the photograph of Bella being in Renee's arms after she gave birth to her.

I didn't have any of my photographs on the mantle, there wasn't enough room for him to add me onto the mantle. There was a photograph of Charlie and I together, camping, one year when I still went up here with Bella before the whole custody drama Bella had put upon us. I still thought it was kind of petty for Bella to be like this, when she knew Charlie enjoyed being with her and I enjoyed being in Forks with a man who I wished was my biological father and wasn't connected to the family only through Bella being his biological daughter.

Charlie came into the house, smiling when he saw me, as he ushered me in the direction of where the study, now my bedroom, was on the first floor. Bella went upstairs to where her bedroom was, and as we entered my bedroom, I knew I had gotten the short end of the stick. Bella's bedroom was quite big and mine was quite tiny compared to hers. There was barely enough room for a full-sized bed, along with a desk in the corner of the room. A wardrobe was in the corner of the cream-colored bedroom, the floorboards groaned as I went across the room and sat down onto my plain deep green covet bedspread. Charlie sat my luggage down next to me before he sat down next to me.

"Thanks for coming with Bella, Ingrid," he confessed, as he peered down at me. I leant over and pressed my head against his side, "of course, Dad. I love you, besides, we both need to look after Bella. The girl could get lost trying to get to the kitchen."

Charlie chuckled at my comment before he reached his hand up and squeezed me against him. I pulled away from him a moment later as Charlie let me know he was going upstairs so he could check on Bella to make sure she was fine with her bedroom. I got up from my bed and pulled out my clothes from my duffle bag and put away them in the wardrobe. Unlike Bella, I had more clothes that were suited for the weather up here, she had to go to one of the Thrift Stores down in Phoenix so she could gather enough winter clothes for here.

Pulling out my laptop I had managed to get from saving up birthday and Christmas money, I put it onto my desk along with some of my knickknacks across the metal and wooden fused desk. They were all healing stones along with a Victorian Gothic Hearse model I had tucked in the corner of the desk. I loved the old, styled Hearses and was a fan of gothic aesthetics that had to do with the era. So, it made sense I would have something like this.

Knocking on my doorframe made me look up, noticing Bella standing in the doorway with her gentle brown irises flickering around the room, taking in the scenery around her. She came up to me and sat down on the end of my bed, so she was facing me, "I'm happy you wanted to come. I was afraid you were only coming so you could make me feel better."

I rolled my eyes as I got up from my desk chair and sat down next to her. I hugged her and she stiffened some before she slowly loosened up and let me continue hugging her. I pulled away from her, "awe, that's sweet Bella. You're important to me, but not that important."

Bella gasped at me, and I giggled before she lightly pushed me. She only was this alive when she was around me, even though I had to encourage this side of her. I was proud of this, how she could show her true self when she was around me. She knew I wouldn't judge her, so she was comfortable around me. I never took it for granted.

Later, when it was dinner time, Charlie ordered our dinner from the small diner in town, The Lodge, where I had gotten a hamburger, Charlie had gotten a stake, and Bella had gotten a chicken sandwich. We ate without talking much, though Charlie had asked us if we were excited for tomorrow or if we would be nervous. I didn't tell them I was nervous because middle school was hell. I was looking forward to high school, especially when Bella would still be there even if she would be a senior and I would be a freshman.

I didn't sleep that well, mainly because I couldn't help but think about tomorrow. Even though the downpour of rain comforted me, I could sleep through a thunderstorm, I couldn't find any comfort from the soundtrack of nature. I wanted nothing more than to think about faking being sick so I wouldn't go to the middle school, but I knew that would be pointless. I needed to keep myself from being a coward so I would end up being brave and going tomorrow.

The next morning, I woke to Bella waking me up, she was already dressed for the day, and I groaned as I got out of my bed and changed into a long sleeve graphic sweater, a pair of leggings where my baggy sweater went down to my mid-thy, along with one of my leather jackets that had a cotton hood on the back. My hair was scraped back in a high ponytail and I put light makeup on, eyeliner and natural hued lipstick.

Charlie was already gone, to work, since he was the Chief-Of-Police here. He sometimes had to leave for work at insane hours and stayed late at night. Bella often cooked dinner for me and her when Charlie had to work later when she was old enough to be able to cook without burning anything. Charlie had made horrible leftovers when we were too young to cook, often where the food was burnt, or it was undercooked. We never complained since we knew he wasn't that used to cooking all the time, he often ended up ordering food from the restaurants in town.

I went downstairs and ate a granola bar before I went back upstairs and brushed my teeth. I hurried downstairs, where Bella was waiting for me in the truck. I got into the truck and shivered some, since the truck didn't have a heater. She gave me an assuring smile though I knew she too was nervous, after all we were in a insanely small town and we were going to new schools.

I turned on the radio, though there was static that was overwhelming, enough I groaned and turned off the radio. There wasn't rain that was pouring, but it was quite cold. Bella shivered some too though I could tell she was holding back most of her shivering. I let my eyes wander towards the scenery around me, the forest comforting me though I knew Bella wasn't that pleased with the scenery around her. She wanted the desert; she wanted the heat. We couldn't be anymore different when it came to our preferences on the weather.

Reaching the middle school, I took a deep breath before I turned to Bella. "I'll try to have a good day, if you try and have a good day too." Bella reached her hand out and we gave each other pinkie promises before I hopped out of the truck with my backpack and went forward to the one-story building, my eyes trailing over the preteens that were around me.

I entered the school, my eyes taking in the place around me. To the left of me was the front office, and I walked into it a moment later. A young woman, who looked as though she was in her early thirties, with dark brown hair that fell in soft curls around her shoulder blades smiled at me with a welcoming aura around her. If it weren't for me being accustomed to it, I wouldn't have noticed her slight surprise when she took in my appearance.

I went to her and she cleared her throat, "you must be our new student, Ingrid Swan, am I correct?" I nodded my head, which in return made her push her wheeled desk chair back with her to the counter in the back wall behind her. The room was split halfway by a desk and there were different photographs of the past principles on the walls around us.

She came rolling back to me with a slip of paper along with a schedule of my classes and a map where she highlighted my classes on the map. She handed it to me, let me know I needed to have my teachers sign the slip of paper for me.

I went to my first class, which happened to be World History, and noticed the classroom was small. Every classmate of mine peered at me with widened eyes. I met them, with my chin risen, allowing them to know I wasn't going to let them intimidate me in ducking my head down. I went up to my teacher, who happened to be a middle-aged woman with reading glasses resting on her long nose. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and she wore a brilliant sapphire hued sweater, which brought out the color of her eyes. She smiled at me, with enough of a smile that her eyes crinkled in the corners.

"Good morning, Miss Swan. Welcome to my class. I'm Mrs. Ivy," she informed me before I handed my slip of paper to her. She signed it to me before she handed it to me. I went to my desk when she pointed it to me. I sat down and pulled out my things from my backpack before she sat my school book on my table, sending me another smile.

As class began, I couldn't help but wonder how Bella was doing at the high school. I hoped she wasn't getting enough of attention from her classmates like I did.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

my favorite Twilight character is Alec Volturi. I wanted to write a fanfiction about him and a love interest for the longest time. I decided to write him and Bella's little sister, Ingrid, first. I plan on writing another Alec fanfiction of him and Bella being mates. For now I am writing this one first, in practice so I can get his personality done. Ingrid won't meet Alec until New Moon, but please be patient. :) I know it will be a while but we have to built up the atmosphere. Besides you'll see how she reacts to the whole vampire thing and Edward.

let me know how you thought about this first chapter.

by the way, I wanted to write about Alec being close to his cannon age, which is 13. 15 sounds better for now. Besides I plan on having nonexplicit sexual themes near the end of the fanfiction. Oh and things will not be cannon between Bella and Jacob in this, when it comes to their relationship. Renesmee will have a different name since Ingrid is going to shoot that name down. lol

-Emmy