Summary: My first attempt at a crossover. Twilight and Vampire Diaries.
Isabella Swan and her Grandmother move to Mystic Falls, and she finds herself drawn to another new kid.
'Mystic Falls.' Gran said flatly as her grip on her cane tightened.
The moving men finished with the heavy lifting, and they were even nice enough to hook up the electronic devices and put our beds together.
Now we only had the knick-knacks to put away; I told Gran I'd take care of it, but she would have none of it.
'Bella, you don't get to be my age by sitting on your tail and letting people treat you like an invalid.'
Inwardly, I smiled; good old Gran, don't ever change.
'I don't know if you remember, but you and your parents lived here until you were four.' She chatted. 'They claimed it was too dangerous, but when Beaufort and I lived here, perfect.'
I didn't remember much about my life in Mystic Falls; I only remember playing with a boy and his sister.
And I called him my twin because we were born exactly one month apart; I was born on Sept. 13, and he was born on Oct. 13.
I wonder if he remembers me, I wish I could remember his name.
'Not really.' I admitted as I saw the photo of my family on the mantle.
Both Gran, Grandpa Beau, my parents, Charlie and Renee Swan, with an infant Isabella Marie Swan, me. It was taken a week after I was born and a month before my grandfather passed away.
A neighbor captured a photo of the whole family for the first and last time.
I looked at Renee and Charlie and felt tears running down my cheeks and a hand on my shoulder.
'I miss them too, dear.' I heard a sob in her voice.
My grandfather and grandmother, Beau and Marie Higginbotham, only sired two children, a daughter, Renee, and a son three years younger than her, whom I was told died in the Bosnian war. They rarely talk about him, and Charlie met him for the first and last time at their wedding.
If I looked hard enough, I could probably find a picture of him.
My parents and I were in a car crash six months ago. We were driving home from a movie when a drunk in a red Ford trunk hit our Honda Civic on Charlie's side. We flipped over several times before a blue Chevy got us on Renee's side. We spun around for a bit; Renee was unconscious. I heard Charlie screaming my name as I faded in and out of consciousness.
As someone was pulled out of the car, I smelt gasoline. I remember crying for them. I screamed for mommy and daddy like a petulant child when the vehicle exploded.
I glanced at Gran and felt like a baby; she had lost her soulmate, both of her children, and a son-in-law, and she was holding it together while I was crying like a baby.
Why was I alive while Renee and Charlie were gone?
