disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Vampire Diaries, or its characters. They belong to their respected distributors and creators. I simply own this plot bunny.
So I'm having a bit of writer's block for my current works. I am working on them but the process is slow. They will be updated in a timely manner, I promise! This story is going to be no more than maybe ten chapters.
It's broken into two parts: the first is set three months after New Moon and the second part is set in the beginning of the season 5 of Vampire Diaries with some alterations.
Bella is not going to be paired up with any of the Vampire Dairies men while Bonnie and Jeremy are not happening. This fanfic is a canon divergence from both series.
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Preface
I often wonder if Alice is checking up on me.
It's been years now, at least six and I'm surprised none of them have darkened my doorway. Of course, I wouldn't be surprised if they thought I was dead. My recklessness in the last few years would have given Edward a heart attack if he could have one. That would have been a funny sight, I would have hated to be dead. I would not want to miss it.
As I turn the corner up unto the driveway, I let my mind wonder for just a moment. Just which one of them would have come to see me first?
If not Alice, I wouldn't put it past Emmett or Carlisle to come to me. They would have pulled the family card. I wouldn't believe a damn word Carlisle says, he takes Edward's side too quickly. But a part of me would have believed Emmett. That big teddy bear of a vampire still has a hold on me. If he said we were family I'd definitely hesitate to tell him off.
The Cullens weren't my family. Once upon a time, I would have believed anything they said. I would have done all I could to keep Edward by my side. If he had gotten down on one knee, I would have said yes because at eighteen years old, I was more scared of change than I was of the supernatural.
But a papercut can really put things into perspective.
The family I thought I had ended up leaving me over the course of two days. It had hurt deeper than any sliver of a cut. But the biggest bit of damage had come in the form of Edward leaving me. I remember thinking: 'This was it. No one would compare to him. No one would love me like he did. Without him, I'm nothing.'
Boy was I wrong. It took me three months to let go of Edward. It took me six months to find people – to find friends – who loved me more than the Cullens did. It had been odd at first, but in the end, I had enjoyed the pseudo family I had gained in the unlikely likes of Mike, Angela, and Jake.
But the biggest changes came a year later.
Those changes are why I'm parking my truck outside some fancy manor. They are the reason I'm sitting in the comfort of Old Red and not reaching for the wooden stakes and crossbow I've got at the foot of my passenger seat. My eyes move from the crossbow up to the photo I have patched on my dashboard.
I was at least twenty when the picture was taken, I hadn't even finished my first semester of my second year in college. It had been the year I had decided to chop off my hair. It was pixie short, just barely past my ears. It hadn't been lost on me that I looked eerily like Alice in that photo. I was dressed in a maroon-colored dress while Charlie stood behind me dressed in a black tuxedo and a fake maroon rose tucked into his breast pocket. Beside us were my reasons.
Rudy and Bonnie were years younger then. Bonnie had just started cheerleading and Rudy had gotten his promotion to travel. Shelia stood in-between me and Bonnie, an arm wrapped about both of our shoulders. The photographer just happened to snap picture the moment Charlie and Rudy decided to look at each other with the biggest smiles on their faces.
They were the reason I was about to go unarmed into unknown territory.
I glanced out my window at the building before me. The Salvatore Boarding House looked like something out of a gothic romance story. It was beautiful, a shame it was housing the only people who knew where my sister's killer was.
I took one last glance at my crossbow and reached for it. I'd be a fool if I didn't at least show I was armed. Gathering up my courage, I took one last look at the phone and exited the truck. I patted Old Red's tattered paint job and then started for the door.
As the gravel crunched beneath my boots, I couldn't help but wonder: Are you watching me Alice?