Omg, guys, I've been hoarding this chapter like a dragon hoarding gold, this is it, you're finally going to know the main pairing, although I warn you, this is just the beginning for them, there's much to come, so I hope you like it ^_^'

CHAPTER WARNINGS! - Attempted assault, drinking and general teenage bad decisions.

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Alex.

A doll made out of glass

All her friends think that she's great

But I can see through it all

And she's about to break

The days couldn't pass fast enough, I was really excited with the prospect of the party, although slightly bummed by the fact that none of the Cullens were attending since teen parties were security hazards if the teenage vampires attended. Sure, I understood their reasoning, but I was still a little sad by that fact, although Emmett had assured me that he'd throw another party just for me, it was nice of him, yes, but I had been feeling weird about the whole thing again.

I had been so sure about the fact that my talk with Esme had helped me a lot, and it had, that I hadn't really considered that my hormones would take a different path for me, it was ridiculous and it reminded me why I hated being a teenager in the first place, I hadn't enjoyed being a teenager the first time around, so it was probably natural of me to hate it a second time, also a lot of Bella's teenage troubles seemed to be bleeding through me. So not only I was once again trying to deal with my own issues, and weren't they all my own issues if I was both Alex and Bella? Sometimes my life felt like a really intense game of charades.

It had been approximately ten months since my death, ten months since I had become Bella Swan after dying as Alexandra Black. For the most part I had done great, I could recognize it, I was vain like that. I had taken this new life and had tried to make the best of it, thinking very little about the consequences as it had been exciting to play the game with what I knew and how this world turned out. But now, all future 'threats' had been handled, no crazy James or Victoria gunning for me, no disastrous birthday to 'move the plot ahead' and I somehow felt stuck in the disastrous realization that my life was not a story, this was not a book with pre-planned dialogue and plot, this was my life now and if I wanted for something to happen then I needed to make it happen.

The real question was, what did I want to happen? Things had changed so much that the Cullens even sorta got along with the Wolves of the Reservation. Laurent was happily with Irina, somewhere in the world for their honeymoon, the Cullens were all happily in Forks keeping up their charade and I was in no rush to step into the Volturi's radar. So it left me being a teenager coursing her Senior year with no idea of what to do next. So typical, not the last teenager to feel like this, yeah, but surely the only one who had died as a thirty something year old to be thrust into the life of a 'fictional' teenager in a world where vampires, werewolves and shapeshifters were a thing, so yes, I was fine and dandy.

I had done exactly what Alexandra Black had done when faced with life changing decisions, I had ignored everything, thrown myself into my work and silently hoped that the problems were going to go away in time. The problems didn't go away as I had expected them to do so. I was still living, I was still a teenager, vampires still existed and surprisingly they were the least of my worries. Hell, Esme was the closest thing that I had to a psychologist.

So that realization had brought me to the 'now', which was me, sitting on Angela Webber's bed, dressed in a skimpy Wednesday Addams dress, wearing translucent tights and stilettos and my hair carefully parted in the middle and braided while I waited for Angela to finish with her outfit, and if Charlie thought that I was staying over at Angela's for a sleepover then it was on him for trusting a teenager so blindly. Perhaps I should've been seeing a professional about how I felt, but the year was 2004 and people were still wary of mental health and 'shrinks' had a negative connotation to them. Besides it wasn't as if I could tell a shrink exactly what was eating at me, not without being thrown to the looney bin.

"Bella?" Angela called and suddenly I was snapped back into the world.

"Huh?" I asked dumbly.

Angela smiled at me, "I've been calling your name for a while."

"Oh," I couldn't help but to look down to my hands, "sorry, lost in thoughts, I guess."

"It's okay, I was asking if I looked okay," Angela explained.

I smiled at her, "you look great, Angie, Ben's gonna swoon."

Angela blushed prettily and I felt happy for her, she was truly enjoying her life without many complications, in a sense I felt jealous of her and also ashamed of myself for feeling like that about sweet Angela. I understood Rosalie from the books better now.

"You look good too, Bella," Angela told me with a small shy smile.

I smirked at her, "oh, I know."

Once again I was surprised by the amount of confidence that I managed to work out, knowing the amount of doubt and self-loathing that I harbored, but then again, this had been Alexandra's finest trait and Isabella's lacking one. Perhaps I needed to talk to Esme again.

"Ben is picking us up in five," Angela informed me.

I rolled back my shoulders before I stood from Angela's bed, "good, you ready then?"

"Yes!"

I felt like floating and grinned when Eric Yorkie handed me another cup of the special mix that he had brought to the party before returning to Jessica and Angela, both girls were already drunk and dancing, teenage carelessness being the real star of the night. I took a sip of my drink and allowed the pleasant warm feeling of alcohol to settle in my system. Apparently the party had called the attention of students from a nearby town, since I saw many new faces around, not that I minded much since I was here to have fun.

"Hey Bella!" a voice called and I turned to come to face with Lauren dressed as a demon, plastic red horns and all.

Perhaps it was the alcohol in my system or the fact that I had been emotionally exhausted but I made my way over to Lauren and her group of wanna-be cheerleader friends.

"Hey," I greeted with a smirk in place.

"Bella, this is Riley, he's been wanting to dance with you for a while," Lauren told me, a weird smile on her face.

I looked at the blonde dimpled guy standing next to her, he was tall and looked way too old to be a high schooler, there was something about him that made him look boyishly handsome, perhaps his lovely blue eyes, a shade darker than Mike's. I could feel that this was going to be a wrong decision, the alcohol in me taking the forefront of my mind.

"Hi Riley, I'm Bella," I said grinning.

Riley smiled at me, snaking his arm around my waist and pushing me towards him, "nice to meet you, Bella."

His voice was weird, or it could've been the alcohol speaking. I didn't care, I went with him and my cup and danced and laughed at his horrible jokes. I should've seen something coming, I was better than this, the part of me that was Alexandra knew better than this, however the part of me that was Bella Swan wanted everything to stop hurting and to stop being so confusing, so in my drunken state I followed Riley out of the house and away from it, not caring about the alarms that sounded in my brain as he kissed me. Only when his hands tried to get under my dress I came back to myself and held his wrists, eyes widening.

"No," I said forcefully.

"No?" he asked me with a smirk, "come on Bella, live a little, aren't we having fun."

"I said no," I said as I stepped away from his hold.

Riley was not deterred by my actions, he took a step towards me trying to use his height to seem intimidating, "you're not being a good girl, Bella," he held my arm and tried to pull me towards him.

I was angry now, this douchebag obviously expected to take advantage of a drunk school girl, only I was not your average schoolgirl, I grabbed his wrist again and pulled until I heard a crack.

"I'm not good, nor a girl and my name's Isabella, you ass," I said just before I kneed him in the crotch and took off running into the trees before he could follow me.

I took off my shoes and ran and ran until I was not even sure where I was, hating the forest, the rain that had begun to fall and hating Forks with all of my existence. It was a sobering run until I ended up sitting on the wet ground, crying with my back on a tree. Crying because I had wanted to be normal teenager so badly that I had ignored everything that made me, angry because an asshole had almost assaulted me because I had been stupid and careless and drunk, my stomach churned and I felt as if the forest spun around me.

I held my head and groaned as I almost felt it splitting into two, everything hurt and I felt sick, a horrible realization hit me, perhaps the asshole had put something in my drink, perhaps it hadn't been fast enough, my stomach lurched again. I took out my phone and tried calling Alice, then Edward, Rosalie and Esme, none of them picked up, I let my head fall back on the trunk of the tree and in the silence I heard voices.

"She can't be far, that bitch,"

That was Riley's voice, and by the sounds of it he was not alone. I was screwed, corrected, I was screwed only if they found me, I stood, shoes and purse in hand and took off again, away from the voices and further into the forest. The rain was picking up and I cursed under my breath as I ran. I was going to murder Lauren Mallory once I got out of this one. I pulled out my phone again and tried another number.

"Bella?" Carlisle's voice was confused and I thanked every god that I could think of.

"Carlisle, I need your help," I breathed as I ran, my head was still hurting and I was certain that by this point I was running on adrenaline alone.

"What's wrong, Bella?" he asked, "Where are you?"

"In the middle of the forest, I don't know, I'm being chased by a group of dumb college students," I hiccuped, "and I think someone put somthing in my drink cause my head hurts and I feel dizzy as fuck."

"Isabella, can you tell me where you were before taking into the forest?" Carlisle asked.

"Mike's house, uh Newton's, there's a clandestine party going on," I stumbled to the ground and the phone fell off my hand.

"Isabella?!" Carlisle's voice sounded a little worried as I picked up the phone again, I crawled over to a rock and hid underneath.

"I'm here," I breathed, "I just fell, think I twisted my ankle too."

"Hold on, I'll be right there," Carlisle promised me.

I believed him, first because he was a doctor and second because I liked to believe that we were friends to a degree. So I waited underneath that huge rock for Carlisle to appear, probably looking like a drowned rat covered in mud and leaves and my face swollen from crying so much.

"Isabella?" I heard him call out softly after what seemed an eternity, he was probably making sounds for my benefit.

"Here," I whispered as I hugged myself tightly, the night had gotten cold and I was not really wearing anything appropriate for a nighttime stroll in the woods.

Carlisle crouched in front of me, his perfect face marred with worry, he offered me his hand and I took it and allowed him to help me stand.

"I was being chased," I told him softly.

"The police has them already, let's go" he assured me, pulling me into his arms and lifting me up before he took off running.

The next time that I felt like myself again my head was still paining me and I could blearily remember Carlisle's worried words to me, not that I could do much about it as I seemed to be immobile, only capable of listening to my surroundings. My entire body felt heavy and I could barely move I tried to open my eyes to be met with uncomfortable clarity, it was not sunny, but Fork's usual cloudy lightness was seeping through the glass panels, against my better judgement I pushed myself up to sit and regretted it almost instantly as the contents of my stomach decided that they didn't want to be inside of my body anymore.

However, before I could ruin the lovely carpet a bucket was passed to me and I managed to empty out my stomach without ruining everything, there was a comforting hand on my back as I retched. I closed my eyes feeling the tears falling down my cheeks and wondered for a moment if it could get worse than this. It could, it almost had, I shuddered.

"Isabella?" Carlisle's voice was soft as he spoke to me, he removed the bucket from my hands and handed me a cold glass of water that I was going to be eternally grateful for.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand before answering him, "yeah?"

Carlisle offered me a sad smile, "Chief Swan knows that you are here."

I groaned a ran my hands through my face, "I'm so fucking grounded."

"Not exactly, your friends covered very well for you, Isabella and it is surprising to see Miss Webber putting her mind to something; Charlie, however, is very worried about you," Carlisle explained.

I looked at Carlisle confused, "Worried? Why would he be worried, I snuck out and got drunk at a party, that's hardly a cause for concern."

"You were drugged, Isabella, and I am sure that I do not need to tell you what for," Carlisle said, a severe expression on his face, "It was a miracle that you managed to get away and actually call someone to help you."

"My resistance to alcohol has always been absurd, no need to remind me," I said snappishly, crossing my arms and pressing my back to the back of the couch that we were sitting on.

Carlisle sighed but didn't try to move, I realized that I was still wearing the same dirty attire that I had been wearing the night before and my hair was a tangled mess, I hugged myself and sighed, Carlisle seemed to notice my discomfort, he was quick to tell me that Alice had finished arranging a bedroom for me and so I was encouraged to take a shower and change my clothes.

"Where's everyone?" I asked as I rejoined Carlisle, my hair still damp from my shower and wearing a comfortable pair of jeans and a knitted sweater.

Carlisle gave me a weird look, knowing that I probably wanted to steer any conversation away from me, he and I sat on the couch and I had to admit that it was only a little awkward.

"Esme is in Denali with Edward, Rose and Emmett are in Brazil and Jasper and Alice are visiting some friends," he explained.

"Oh," I said softly, "why did you stay behind?"

Carlisle smiled at me, "I was leaving last night after my shift and got a very distressing phone call."

I raised an eyebrow at him, "and you couldn't just ship me to Charlie and leave?"

Carlisle frowned, "No? Isabella, you were in quite a state last night, as your doctor and friend I couldn't just, as you so delicately put it, ship you off to Charlie to deal with it," he sneered at me, "but that's not your problem is it? You're lashing out."

"And what would you know about it?" I asked, glaring at him.

"Yes, because what the twenty-six going on three hundred and fifty something year old vampire knows about problems," he told me pointedly, "it's not like I got turned into the very thing that my father hunted, or that I actively tried to kill myself for the first few years after my transformation."

I looked at him, stunned that Carlisle Cullen was actually discussing this with me, Carlisle Self-Control Cullen was discussing self-loathing with me and the thing was that I could feel that he was goading me into a discussion. Hell, he was probably doing it on purpose.

"It's not the same, you're not a teenager, nor you were someone completely different before your change happened," I said, standing abruptly from the couch, "you were still Carlisle, I am not, I was Alex and I died, I was probably nothing more than a bloody splatter in the ground by the time I finished falling and then suddenly I wake up in a freaking plane on my way to Seattle and vampires are real, shapeshifters are real and I am having trouble coming to terms with the fact that I am two people in one, wouldn't you lash out? Isn't there a limit to the type of bullshit that I can deal with on a daily basis?"

"I was turned into the thing that I was taught to fear and despise," Carlisle said, standing too, "I spent the first few years of my existence trying to end it, to no avail and at the end I ended up damning more people to my existence because I was selfish, but you're not just selfish, you're reckless, Isabella, you put yourself in deliberate danger without caring for the rest of the world because you were having your very own pity party."

My mouth fell open at Carlisle's words and I felt anger burning through me, "how dare you!" I hissed, "you might be happily playing 'daddy' to the rest of the people that live here, but you sure as hell aren't my dad, you have no right to tell me what I should and shouldn't be doing with my life, I am not a child that you can order around and try to make feel guilty."

"Oh really? Because last night's attitude seemed pretty childish to me, lying to Charlie, sneaking out to a party, getting drunk, are you sure you're the responsible adult that you claim to have been?" Carlisle asked venomously.

The next thing that happened I am sure that not even Alice could have predicted, the movement of my hand was automatic but Carlisle's reflexes were faster, he held my wrist centimeters away from his pace, golden eyes wide, probably mirroring my own, my breathing was fast, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. I'm not sure who was the one to close the distance, but one second Carlisle and I had been staring at each other and in the other we were kissing as if our lives were dependent on it, a kiss that ended abruptly as it began once Carlisle seemed to return to himself.

It would have been hilarious how he was suddenly standing across the room from me if I hadn't been in such a state myself, trying to come to terms with what just happened and staring at the vampire with wide eyes.