disclaimer: stephanie meyer owns twilight and its character, not me. i'm just borrowing them for some fun.
Alice Cullen and Rosalie Hale were relaxing in their secret cave under a waterfall after an early morning hunt. They came here often to get some peace and quiet away from their vampire family's enhanced hearing, mind reading, and empathy. They usually came together, but sometimes individually, just to relax and meditate or to cuddle and speak privately.
Rosalie was resting with her eyes closed against a wall with her arms wrapped protectively around a tiny Alice who was between her outstretched legs, her back to Rosalie's front. Alice had her eyes closed as well, going through her morning routine of using her future seeing gift to check the weather, the family's classes this year at Forks High School, any emergencies their adoptive father should know about coming through his hospital, and any potential threats to the coven of vampire's existence in this town.
"We're going to meet the shadow from my visions today, Rose." The small brunette said, opening her eyes for the first time in almost an hour.
"Oh? Are you still seeing the same things about this shadow person?" the taller blonde asked.
Rosalie was referring to the visions, as Alice called them, of a shadowy figure in both of their lives. She had been seeing this person for almost twenty years now in various situations. Sometimes in a relationship with Rosalie, sometimes in a relationship with Alice, sometimes in a relationship with the both of them, and other times they were all just very close friends. They decided to keep these visions a secret from the rest of the family until they knew exactly who this person was and what role they had to play. Each girl knew, however, that the fact Alice could even have a vision of herself in a relationship with anyone other than her supposed "mate" and husband, Jasper, meant that she and the Jasper must not be true soul mates. Though, they didn't talk about that much.
After receiving confirmation that Alice was seeing the same scenarios from this shadow person, Rosalie stood and suggested they head home to get ready for the first day of their senior year at Forks High School.
Isabella Swan, preferably Izzy, was guzzling coffee after her shower and trying to decide what to wear to school today. She only had about two hours sleep the night before after arriving at Charlie's house late in the evening, enduring a very tense and strained conversation about payment and sleeping arrangements, and then unpacking what little possessions she brought with her into the creepy little basement under the house she would be living in until graduation.
After being kicked out of the house promptly on her 18th birthday by that rat bastard, Phil, her mother's new husband, Izzy packed up what she could and spent a year between Phoenix, AZ and Forks, WA doing some sightseeing while strengthening her body and her strange powers. In the last year, she put on about 10lbs of muscle and learned quite a bit of self defense, though she probably wont even use it, because Charlie, who is also a rat bastard, was a nasty and abusive man, especially while drunk. Though she and her 'father' agreed that Izzy would pay him to stay in the basement and they would stay out of each other's way at all times, she has no doubt that the next time he gets shit faced he will come kicking her door down and hit her like he used to before she and her mother, Renee, moved after the divorce over nine years ago when she was ten years old.
Izzy dressed quickly, excited to surprise her best friend at school who thought she would be arriving next week. Black fold-over combat boots, loose and well-worn jeans tucked into them, a white deep v-neck shirt, black leather bomber jacket over it, and her favorite grey slouchy beanie over her slightly wavy, shoulder length chestnut hair. She made sure she had her phone, wallet, school papers, a notebook, and a pen before crawling out the basement window onto the driveway on the side of the house where her black 1967 Ford Mustang Boss 557 waited for her.
Ten minutes later, pulling into the small school's parking lot, engine rumbling, she smirked a bit at the looks the students were giving her and her car. She felt a little proud and a little anxious.
Angela Webber was standing in the Forks High parking lot next to her boyfriend of almost a year, Emmett Cullen, his family, and their vehicles. She and Emmett were standing between Rosalie and Edward because it was easy to see how agitated Rose was becoming at Edward's pitiful attempts to get her to notice him. Alice and Jasper were arguing, again, about she and Rosalie being out hunting together for hours and then coming back home with their scents mixed. Angela really loved this family but she could not wait for her best friend to get here next week.
Angela, a very thin girl of average height with creamy cocoa skin, deep brunette hair, and copper eyes behind black rimmed glasses, turned her head when she heard a very familiar sound enter the parking lot. She saw the sexy black American muscle car she hasn't seen for almost two years and squealed.
"Emmett, love, I'll be right back. Please don't go all scary, possessive vampire while I'm gone." Before Emmett or any of his family could reply, Angela was streaking across the parking lot.
As soon as Izzy closed her driver side door she had a very excited Angela Webber in her arms, legs wrapped around her waist.
"I missed you too, Angel." Izzy mumbled into the tan girl's neck, holding her best friend tightly.
All of the sudden, Angela was kissing Izzy Swan full on the mouth, tongue and all. Izzy was surprised, sure, but they were lifelong best friends and ex-lovers so she was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
When they pulled back to breath, foreheads together, panting in each other's faces, Angela said that would be their last kiss and Izzy agreed. She knew her Angel had found her soul mate and she figured that was just a kiss goodbye to their sporadic and unpredictable relationship.
Then, out of nowhere, Angela slapped her.
"Ouch. Still a tad schizo, I see?" Izzy, the taller brunette asked, rubbing her cheek.
"You bitch! You told me you would be here next week. When did you get in? Why didn't you call me?"
Izzy explained that she got in late last night, early this morning really, and that she wanted to surprise her friend while Angela grabbed her hand and lead her over to the Cullens.
"So, your boyfriend and his family are vampires, then?" Izzy asked, looking intently at the pale and golden-eyed family standing next to a huge Jeep, a silver Volvo, and a red Chevy Camaro z28.
"Um, yes, they are. How did you know that?"
Izzy just hummed and said something vague about meeting a red-eyed vampire on the way to Forks. Angela would definitely be asking her about that later but now they were in front of the Cullens and it was time for introductions.
"Cullens, this is my absolute best friend in the world, my brain twin, the most important person in my life next to Emmett, and as I'm sure you guessed, my former lover, Isabella Swan aka Izzy." Angela told them all with a grand gesture to the whole of her best friend, grinning all the while. She turned to Izzy and said "Iz, these are the Cullens. Edward, Jasper, Alice, Rosalie," she pointed to each of them while moving into Emmett's massive arms, "and this is my Emmett."
Izzy barely glanced at the first two, she could already tell they were tools, and by the lack of affection in Angela's voice when she said their names, she guessed her friend felt the same. The first, Edward, was scrawny with a crooked face and stupid looking hair. The second, Jasper, had scars over every inch of exposed skin and was clutching Alice desperately, like she might just skip off, with a constipated expression on his face.
She was only really interested in the last three. Alice and Rosalie seemed familiar, though Izzy was positive she would remember meeting them before if she had. Alice was a tiny thing, maybe 5'3 without those heels on, and was a tad gothic it seemed. She was wearing a red and black corset with gold trimming, black leggings with a few rips in them, and 3 or 4 inch black heels with a zipper up the back and buckles on the sides. Her black hair was a little crazy, spiked in all different directions; she had the golden eyes of a vegetarian vampire, and the cutest nose Izzy had ever seen. Rosalie, on the other hand, was the opposite of Alice in every way other than their eye color. She was taller than Alice, eye-level with Izzy with those red stiletto-heeled ankle boots on. Black skinny trousers under a white oxford shirt with a red, white, and grey argyle cardigan. Izzy could see glimpses of black lace under Rosalie's shining golden hair that fell past her shoulders and thought this girl looked like a sexy nerd.
Both beautiful girls were looking at Izzy as if they recognized her and she wasn't sure how to handle that so she turned her attention to the man now holding Angela with a huge grin. Actually, everything about him was huge. He must be at least 6'5 with bulging muscles but he has a bit of a baby face with dimples and a cute smile. She chose to focus on him.
"So," Izzy said, turning her body towards Emmett, "I have you to thank for the beautiful smile on Angela's face every time I've talked to her this last year, then?" she asked.
Angela blushed and hid her face in the mountain man's chest while he full out laughed. "Yeah, that's me. It's nice to finally meet the famous Izzy Swan we've all heard so much about." He said, extending his hand for a shake.
They shook hands, well technically Emmett shook Izzy's hand which was dwarfed in his grip, then Izzy told the rest of the family it was a pleasure to meet them with a small bow. After Angela smacked her and made fun of her for being a gentleman, the two non-vampires headed for the office for their schedules, holding hands, whispering to each other, and giggling like they were little girls again.
All of the Cullens, minus Emmett, were standing shocked, looking after the girls as if their retreating figures held the answers. Alice did not know that the shadow in her visions would be so beautiful, let alone Angela's long lost best friend they had all heard about. She was still trying to figure out what that tug in her chest was when Izzy looked her in the eye. Rosalie was dumbfounded. Isabella Swan was quite possibly the sexiest person she had seen in her 90+ years. She was tall, about 5'10, long and sinewy but still had good muscle definition. Izzy carried herself with a guarded confidence, like she knew what she looked like but would rather not draw attention to herself. The girl had luminescent grey eyes; not quite silver but certainly not dull. Rosalie would describe Izzy as tall, dark, and androgynous despite her pale complexion. And why did she seem familiar? Alice never told Rosalie what the shadow in her visions looked like and refused to draw a portrait, so why did the blonde feel like she knew her? Why did she have to stop herself from taking a step forward when they made eye contact? And what the hell was that sharp pull in her chest?
Edward was pretty sure he'd just found his second mate. Isabella was one of the most beautiful people he had ever met. A bit too boyish for his tastes, but he could change that in her easily. He couldn't read her mind, like he couldn't read Angela's; but where he didn't trust Angela for it, he was sure he couldn't read Isabella because they were meant to get to know each other through more conventional means. He also could not smell her blood; in fact she had no scent at all. Surely it was made that way so that he would not accidentally her. He wondered how Isabella would feel having him and Rosalie as mates. He's known Rosalie was his mate for decades, after all, he is the first son and Carlisle created Rosalie specifically for him. The only problem was that Rosalie could be a difficult, frigid bitch; especially to him.
Jasper was having a tough time controlling himself. As an empath, he could feel and control the emotions around him. At the moment, he was feeling massive amounts of lust and curiosity with a bit of recognition and excitement mixed in. when Angela introduced Isabella Swan, the girl barely glanced at he and Edward but practically stared at his Alice and Rosalie. When the newcomer and Alice locked eyes, he felt overwhelming happiness and recognition, then some confusion and fear coming from his mate. The same went for Rosalie, except she felt no fear. Why would Alice be afraid? And why the hell is she so aroused right now? Luckily for Alice, Emmett spoke before Jasper could ask any questions.
"Well! Looks like today's going to be more interesting than we thought, huh, guys?" Emmett received varying answers; glares from the boys and soft smiles from the girls, but silence all around. He didn't care. His mate was happy that her best friend was back; therefore, he was happy too.