A/N: I have no idea where this came from. Honestly, I've been obsessed with Twilight fanfiction for the last several weeks, specially Bella/Alice or Bella/Rosalie, and I've convinced myself to write one. What a horrible, horrible idea.

These characters do not belong to me. They are all OOC, kind of. Bella and Charlie for sure. We'll just see for the others.

RCV

"There are devilish thoughts even in the most angelic minds." -B. Vigil

She was called Elisheba. Those who knew of her worshiped her like a God. Others cursed her name and the ground she walked on. As time went on, Elisheba changed her name to something a little less ancient, something like Isabella, and retreated into the shadows. Decades passed in slow motion. She watched the world burn around her and cheered at the slow destruction of humanity.

After spending three years in the cesspool that was Los Angeles, Isabella found herself drawn to a small town in Washington. It was one of those blink-and-you-miss-it type towns that she usually avoided. Things became clearer when she discovered her descendant lived there. Long story short, she met a man named Viktor Cigno (Swan) in the 1920s. She grew close to him and ended up giving birth to a young boy. The rest is self-explanatory. With her blood flowing through their veins, it was frustrating to know that though they lived a little longer than the average human, her descendants were still mortal.

Not only did the Swan children inherit some of her basic non-human abilities, they also inherited a bit of her personality. Which was why she was currently arguing with her great-great-grandson, Charlie, over a very trivial matter. He was too much like her. Too stubborn.

It was a horrible joke on Fate's part so far.

"What's the big deal about going to high school?" Charlie sighed.

Bella glared at him through the bathroom mirror and held up a finger. She spit out her toothpaste and rinsed her mouth. "Not only have I been nine times already, but I am almost three thousand years old," she said.

"No one else knows that though."

"You are insufferable," she groaned. "And this wouldn't be a problem if you hadn't told the town I was your eighteen-year-old daughter."

"You're right. I should've said you're my great-great-grandmother who just so happens to be one of the first Immortal beings to walk the Earth, and that you've made the decision to stay with me during this part of your eternal journey. "

Bella slammed the bathroom door on his face, cringing as it splintered along the hinges. Outside in her bedroom, she heard Charlie groan.

"That's the third door you've broken in a matter of two days," he exasperated.

Bella stripped out of her pajamas and turned on the shower.

"Then stop pissing me off," she said.

"Whatever. Do you have any breakfast requests?" he asked.

"Edible."

"No promises."

He left the bedroom and stomped down the stairs in his work boots. Bella took as much time as she wanted, knowing she would still make it to the school on time. She let the water run over her back where a massive pair of black wings was inked into her skin. It took a long time to find a witch capable of performing the spell Bella needed. She didn't want to walk around with her wings tied down and protruding under her clothes. It cost her more than a few thousand dollars, but it was worth it.

When she finished, she grabbed a towel to dry her hair and walked into her bedroom. She pulled on a pair of baggy cargo pants, a white crop top, a jean jacket, and a pair of combat boots. Once she was dressed, she twisted her hair into a high, messy bun with a few strands falling on the sides. Figuring it was the best she could do, Bella hurried downstairs. She found a plate of bacon and eggs on the table and said her thanks before she dug into her food. Charlie was unsurprised when she placed her empty plate in the sink after only a few minutes. She kissed him on the cheek and grabbed her bookbag.

"I'm heading out," she said.

"No speeding. What message would it send if the Chief of Police let his daughter break the rules of the road?" he asked.

"Fifteen over," she said.

"Five."

"Ten."

"Deal," he agreed.

Bella snatched her car keys off the hook. "Bye, my little Cigno," she teased.

"Oh fuck off," he muttered.

Bella laughed as she rushed from the house, eager to get behind the wheel of her car after being stuck in the house for the weekend. Charlie had gotten food poisoning and she refused to leave him alone. Guess her maternal instincts still kicked in now and then. She ripped the tarp off her pride and joy: a 1969 Mustang Boss 429. All-black and freshly cleaned. She ran her finger along the hood before she got inside. She kept her promise and stayed ten over, even though she itched to hit a 100 once she got on the main road.

When she saw the school sign, Bella sighed and prepared herself. She parked in a random spot and cut the engine. Even before stepping out of the car, she could hear the whispers. She got out and took in her surroundings. The school was nothing but gray buildings smack dab in the middle of a shit ton of trees. Least it smelled better than Los Angeles. Bella made her way to the main building.

Tenth time's the charm, she thought.