A/N: Twilight was created by Stephenie Meyer. Similary, Control was developed by Remedy Entertainment and published by 505 Games. I only take credit for my own added character's and storylines.

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Chapter 2 ~ That New Girl

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Charlie had always been a light sleeper.

Being the chief of police, no matter how rare a severe case was, had only made that fact more pronounced. He didn't mind it. It was something his daughter had inherited from him, even when she'd been younger and woken up at the oddest of hours

It's because of this that he wakes instantly when Bella's door opens from the other side of the house, footsteps hearable, unlike her usual light steps.

It's because of this that, when the bathroom door slam's open, he instinctively jumps out of bed. Reaching for his dressing gown, he hastily knots a belt as a faint echo travels through the house.

"Bella?" He asks, frowning when no answer returns. "Bella, you okay?" He repeats, almost tripping on himself as he hurries to the door.

"Hmn," She groans, waving one hand dismissively. Perhaps lethargically. The other one supports her head, the back of her palm on her forehead as her elbow leans on the toilet seat.

Even from the door, he can smell the acidic bile from the toilet. Feeling more like an officer than a father, he falls into patterns, rapidly sitting at her side as he rubs her back in an attempt at comfort.

"Ah," She grimaces, moving her arm around her stomach. "Morning." She smiles weakly, spitting into the toilet as she closes her eyes exhaustedly.

"Morning." He greets softly. "Do you need anything?"

"...You know the notebook on the kitchen table?" She asks after a moment of silence. "Can you right bleach in it? I think we going to have to use the downstairs one until then."

Charlie sighs, shaking his head exasperatedly as she lets out a weak laugh. "I think I still have some under the basin." He assures in an idle tone, eyes still studying her body carefully.

"Woo." She cheers tiredly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "We'll make a househusband out of you yet." She stares into the toilet, almost as if she was waiting for the answer to a question. "The brain really is a remarkable thing, isn't it?" Bella sighs, fingers trailing on the bruises under her eyes. Unlike the usual sparkling chocolate brown, her eyes glimmer with a pale, almost transparent shade of blue. "It's been years since I had that dream." She mutters to herself. And Charlie isn't even sure whether she remembers him there as she continues whispering to herself. "Hell, I barely even remember it. I don't even know what triggered it." With a grunt of frustration, she closes her eyes, pressing them onto the border of her hand.

"...Which one was it?" He asks, voice wavering with the faintest traces of hesitation.

Bella blinks, eyes focusing on him as the pair's shade starts to darken.

"You wouldn't know it." The statement cut's into him harder than he expected. His daughter still stares downwards, expression blank and so unaware of his own turmoil. "There was a case in Illinois." She whispered, pulling her hand back as if to study it. "I've had cases where people were involved before. I've had cases where I've fought people before, but..." She trails off, shaking her head as she sighs. "I've seen monsters of a like my mind can't comprehend. And yet, it's humans that end up terrifying me the most."

Her eyes return into focus, sky blue recovering as she shakes her head. "Would you mind making me something to drink? I think I have some tea on-"

"On top of the fridge." Charlie nods, words on the tip of his tongue slowly being swallowed. "I'll be back in a minute."

Bella shrugs with a wry smile. "Ain't going anywhere, Chief."

It's a plastic smile, he knows. But he nods anyhow, walking through the door as his mind spins with unspoken questions.

With unspoken accusations.

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Isabella leaned into the chair, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she watched the snow trail onto the ground. Under her breath, she hummed the tune from her headphones, fingers trailing over her phone as she glanced at the screen.

Processing call...

She sighed, placing the phone onto the table as she walked towards the centre of the porch, eyes glancing to the rising sun as she started stretching.

"Hello?" A drowsy voice mutters.

"Jesse," Isabela's lip twitched, turning her music off as she continues stretching, "telling me to take a holiday only to then overwork yourself is a little bit controversial, don't you think?"

"Izzy." The voice groans, a muffled sound passing through the phone before it clears. "It's barely seven o'clock. I don't start work until nine. Why are you calling me at seven."

"No need to be grouchy about it," She rolls her eyes, "and I'd apologise if Emely hadn't told me you pulled an all-nighter. Really Jesse? Really?"

"Okay. Yeah, I see how that's a little hypocritical-"

"A little."

"-but you were year's overdue a holiday, Even before I was Director."

"Some people like money instead of holidays. Especially with our wages."

"You hardly need more money. Haven't you heard that money doesn't give you happiness?"

"...literally, everyone I know prefers money over happiness," Izzy protests, considering the usual people she'd hang around with. "And have you seen humanity? It's like, nine-tenths made out of greed."

She can almost imagine Jesse rubbing her head as a groan travels through the phone. "And you wonder why I wanted you to take a holiday? Which of, how is your holiday going?"

"...I'm literally telling everyone your idea of a holiday is me going to school. But," She sniffs, reaching for her glass of water. She picks the phone, placing it between her chin and shoulder as a sleepish smile spreads onto her lips. "I will concede, visiting my dad is great. Petty children, that think spreading rumours will make them more popular? Not so much."

"Could be worse?" Jessie offers, a hesitant tone aching at the edge of bewilderment.

"Yeah." Izzy sigh's, her hand going through her hair in an aggravated manner. "Yeah, I know. Still, I think I'm going to skive half of these classes. Words can not express how irritating most of the people in this school."

Jesse sighs, both taking a moment of silence as they run through their thoughts.

"How's work?"

"I'm still alive."

"Always a good start." She retorts, only half-joking. "Have you gone through my reports yet?"

"Maybe?" The tone used is of a sleep-deprived office worker. Of someone that has lived through the past few days through caffeine and stubbornness alone. "I think it's somewhere here..."

"Missing being the janitor's assistance?" Izzy laughs, jumping onto the bannister, moving both legs over as she leans onto the wall.

"Don't even get me started. Dealing with an infected oldest house? Easy. Throw and shoot. None of this paperwork nonsense I can't even defer!"

"Ah, the paperwork." She sighs with faux nostalgia. "Where half the words are redacted, and you have to see this file to see the one you're reading, only for that file to also be redacted." Her nose wrinkles, watching the sunrise with a pink, blurred sky. And Izzy's heart beats just a little faster when Jesse lets out a soft laugh. "Between you and me, there's a reason I got myself dropped from the candidate program.

"Smart girl," She praises.

If Izzy tries hard enough, she can almost picture her boss pouting on top of stacks of paperwork.

"Thank you." She smirks, switching her phone onto its loudspeaker before she reaches for her laptop. "On another note," She hums, skimming through her last report before she leans into her chair. "I wanted you to read this now - It's should be reaching you now. It's not particularly important, but knowing me, it'll explode in my face if I don't mention it, so..."

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She is unsure whether life in small towns should feel this repetitive. Maybe it's just me, she thinks tiredly, watching another sunrise as she idly plays with her ring.

The life she could have here is peaceful. She can almost see it. A few scandals here and there, a rebellious teenage girl with a motorbike and tattoos. The daughter of the chief of police, getting in trouble with minor laws as she tries to figure her own life out.

But that isn't her. It could never be her.

Jessie always explained it best.

She's born in a room, with nothing but a poster as one just live's through their life.

To just exist.

But Izzy can't just exist. It'd be like dying. It would be dying.

She saw the poster. She moved the poster. She saw past the poster.

A hand goes through her hair, fingers removing the few not's she got from sleeping. She would never be able to return to the room. And she doesn't understand how other's can live in it. Their entire life's. All of that exists with nothing but lies. Denying the world as they draw it in ways that fit their pleasure.

They must feel it, surely? That sense of wrongness. How the world moves in way's their not taught. It's so much more than land and water. So much more than just existing.

And Izzy knows that. She's seen it. Seen its danger as well as its beauty.

She saw her own end, once.

She doesn't understand it, nor does she want to.

But she saw it. As if... as if she had a book. All the secrets of the world, of her fate, written into it. And as if to laugh at her. She can't read the language. Can't begin to understand.

But the thing is, she's fine with that. She's fine with never understanding it. Because that isn't what Izzy wants.

It isn't about knowing/existing. It's about experiencing/living.

She grabs the steaming cups, gently opening the door in an awkward move of her elbow before she walks down the porch.

"Trouble in paradise, Chief?" She smiles, placing one cup on the truck bonnet. "Spend any more time with my truck, and I'll start thinking you like her more than I do." Her last words take a mischievous tone. Her smile formed into a smirk, eyebrows wriggling with the faintest of jabs.

"Ha-ha." Charlie rolls his eyes, giving a final glance to the tires before he points at her with a raised eyebrow. "Funny. So funny I'll make sure you the one that takes those off."

"Have I ever mentioned how amazing you are?" Izzy replies without batting an eyelash. The smile remains on her lips as she hands him the other cup.

"Smooth." He replies, taking a sip as he raises an eyebrow. "Still not sleeping?"

"Eh." She shrugs, reaching her own cup with a smile. "I can work with minimal sleep. Hell, this is the best sleep I've had in ages. Haven't been this relaxed in years."

"...I see," Charlie mutters, shifting uncomfortably as he stares into the mug of coffee.

"You realise we are going to have to talk about this. Eventually." She adds, a ghost of a smile forming on her lips even if they never quite reach her lips. "Or maybe not. We're both stubborn. Unhealthy stubborn, actually."

A silence fills the garden, only the faint sound of the town starting to wake up hearable at the edge of their road.

"With how our last talk ended?"

Izzy winces, her fingers gently tracing the edges of her cup. And she thinks. Or she tries to, at least. Sometimes, she losses herself in her head if only to avoid talking in its entirety.

But she's buying time. She doesn't need to think. Not really. She might not be able to see, but she can see how the conversation might go. How it'll probably go.

But it needs to be said.

"Especially with how our last talk ended." She sighs, taking a large unhealthy gulp of the high-quality drink. "You don't like my job, I get that. I understand that. But dad, I love my job. It's not the safest, nor is it the happiest, but it's a job that I wake up every morning and think; I wonder what'll happen today and look forward to it. I wouldn't do that as a teacher, or an office worker, or a taxi driver."

"You could be a police officer." He points out with a gruff tone, drinks forgotten as he eyes her sharply.

"A good job." She nods sadly. "But it isn't the same. I get to learn so much more than just..." She trails off, struggling with words before waving a the sky. "Everything is so normal and mundane; it's nice and it's good, but every moment I spend in it I can only think how badly I fit into all of it. Because that's the problem. I don't fit into any of it. I see things that people see and wonder how they can't stare into it further. And nobody understands that because they can't see."

"And that's the problem." Charlie jaw tightens crossing his arms in frustration. She can see it in his body language, how he tries to calm himself even as he wants nothing but to shout and scream. "You see all of this that we can't. Renée and I can't see any of this when you disappear." He breaths heavily, the sole of his foot tapping madly on the pavement as he breaths. "Do you know what it felt like when you vanished? When you were gone for a year and nobody could tell us anything? I thought I lost my daughter. I thought I lost you, and I would never be able to even see a body. To bury it. And when you came back you couldn't say anything. It's classified and mysteries and-" He cuts himself off, shaking his head as he storms back into the house.

Isabella sighs, leaning back onto the bonnet of her truck as she lets out a tired groan. It'd gone exactly as she expected it to.

Well, she thinks idly, staring at the floating clouds as she starts forming shapes out of them, guess I'm skiving school today.

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Rather embarrassingly, it takes her a moment to process her own name.

Not so much because she doesn't hear it as it is because she doesn't recognise the voice, but still something Leah feels rather silly of as she turns around.

Idly, she wonders if this is a joke one of the pack member's came up with to annoy her. Not that she understands why they'd have a girl call out to her in the middle of a street, but weeks stuck inside of a telepathic link with boy's and she's still as clueless as to what they think as she was a year ago.

Or maybe they're just that stupid. Who knows? At this point, it seems entirely plausible.

"Leah Clearwater?" The girl repeats, expression turning pensive as she studies Leah's face.

Which, well. Leah stares back feeling rather bewildered, trying to figure why that face does stir something at the back of her mind. Dainty features that almost hide a more toned body under an oversized coat with a mixed scent echoing around her.

And then it clicks, faint memories of a younger face. Leah remembers echoes of a girl she'd used to play with so, so many years ago at the shore of the beaches of La Push. "Bella?" Leah blinks bewilderedly.

She's perturbed by how it's the scent which she recognises first.

"It is you!" She grins, walking towards her with a lazy wave. "No fair! How come you get to be tall while I'm stuck down here?"

"Genetics." Leah smiles half-heartedly, suppressing the bubbling anger at the mere thought. "Not that you looking too bad yourself." She returns entirely truthful.

"Thank you!" She laughs, giving a slow twirl as her short hair jump's at the movement. "I'll be honest, I had a near heart attack when I cut most of this." She hums, pulling two, far longer strands that had been hidden underneath her coat. "But hey! Better than that time I tried cutting it myself and ended with a nest.

It's a bit more than just better, Leah thinks, trying not to stare. She has faint memories of Bella's mother; mostly on how she'd been rather pretty herself. But it's a glaring difference to the more modern punk-like style she has going on. Not necessary the bad girl stereotype, but definitely tomboyish, don't give a dam about what they think about me fashion that...

"Is that a tattoo?" Leah blurts, eyes widening as she tries to connect the quiet bookworm with this.

"Don't tell Charlie!" She laughs sounding entirely delighted, tilting her head to give Leah a better look at her neck. "And it's perfectly legal... in Germany. Which is where I did it. So no telling!"

Leah snorts, leaning forward as she glances at the steampunked themed drawing edging between her neck down towards her shoulder. "I can keep secrets." She assures. "Why clocks and gears?" Or flower's she adds, staring at the ink made petals decorating throughout it.

"Ah. Well, don't laugh, but I have a near phobia - but not quite a phobia - of tambour clock's with gears, so..." She trails off with a playful shrug. "And another one of anchors, but that felt more on the nose as a tattoo, so..."

Leah blinks, completely lost with this conversation. "I... see." She manages to say, hiding most of her bewilderment at whatever it is that's happening.

"But enough about me!" Her lips twitch as if she knows exactly what Leah's thinking. "How have you been?"

And just like that, Leah feels her bad mood return. "I'm good." She manages to lie.

"That's good to hear," Bella says, eyes studying her for a moment before they turn towards the nearby forest. "Man, this feels weird. It's been - what? Eight years, now?"

"Roughly." Leah agrees, feeling rather off footed at meeting a childhood friend. "Yeah, almost eight. I heard you moved to New York?" She asked, racking her brain for what exactly she'd been told all those years ago."

"Got it in one!" She nod's, fingers twiddling with her ring in a thoughtful manner. "I did travel a fair bit as well." She added, eyes flickering back to meet her gaze. "I'm in a bit of a hurry now thought. Do you want to meet up when we have some free time?"

"Sure." Leah shrugs, pulling out her phone before unlocking its screen. "Tomorrow any good?"

"It sounds," Her eyes sparkled with warmth, memorising the number before meeting her gaze, "amazing."

As she walks away, Leah stares. And she wonders why it feels like running in the woods. Why it feels exactly how she pictured being a werewolf should feel like.

Weird, she decides, eyes still tracking the girl as she enters the bar.

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"Hey, Bella!" The man greets with a smile, hands on his hips as he side steeps the waitress. "You remember me?"

Smiling, Izzy wonder's, if it's an unspoken rule for small village inhabitants to become over-excited at a new inhabitant's arrival. "Difficult to forget the most flammable Christmas of my life." She sing-songs, offering a hand that he happily shakes. "Santa and snow just don't go together anymore."

"And Charlie was worried I would make an impression on you." He sighs, smiling at her father sheepishly.

"She was four." He points out, eye twitching in what was now a decade's long grudge.

"But kid's love those little-"

"Alright," The waitress laughs, shooing him away. "Let the girl eat her burger." She turns towards Izzy with a grin. "As soon as you're done, I'll bring you your favourite. "Berry compote, remember?"

And Izzy doesn't even care for the teasing, leaning forward as her eyes sparkle with delight. "No extra sugar, tho." She offers a smile, her eyes darting mischievously towards the chief. "I've been told I bounce too much with it." She sighs melodramatically, already knowing how the conversation will end.

"Really?" The waitress sends a glance towards Charlie. "But your father always asks for it every Thursday. Done it for years."

"Oh-ho-ho?" Izzy grins, deciding she's teased her father enough as the man awkwardly. "Could you make another two for take-outs, please? Put it on a separate tab."

She's done teasing him now, she rectifies unapologetically. Sending him a grin as the waitress walks away.

"I said I was paying, Bella." He reminds her.

"And you are!" She reassures him. "But I'm a respectable, employed member of society. Let me pay for the take out." And she leans forward, expression shifting to a more severe form. "And I really, really miss her Berry compote. Seriously, I live new York, and they make a mockery of the poor compote name." She releases a sigh, eyes darting towards the counter as she leans into her hand. "I'd ask her to marry me if she was not taken," Izzy admits fork reaching for her chip as Charlie choked on his food.

She's unsure whether the man knows she doesn't restrict herself to any identity. Certainly, her mother had known for some few years now. It depended on whether the two were capable of having a conversation without it being rather awkwardly silent.

Probably not, she decides, eyes darting thoughtfully through the restaurant as she considered more concerning problems.

More specifically, the Cullen family's presence and how Izzy should react to them.

They didn't appear to pose a threat if the fact that one was a doctor, while most of the others attended school was of any indication. Then again, Izzy was far too familiar with misdirection and masks.

After you were almost drowned by a toilet, it was very difficult to not develop some level of paranoia.

That statement would have been far more amusing if she hadn't watched friends be brutally torn apart by a biologically growing shape that quickly grew into the appearance of an avian monster.

Her hand twitches; and for a moment, she's back in Slolis. The abandoned, grey city slowly falls apart. Ghostly pipes tear the land apart as the city slowly collapses into itself. The sky storms as the city try to imitate the whirlpool, blood pouring as screams echo through-

Bella takes a bite of her burger, feeling nostalgic at the taste.

Alice's hand had been cold. She notes, finger drumming onto the table as she watches cars drive past the window. Aesthetically pleasing, very much so. Sharp, golden eyes as the people were drawn around them, equally enthralled as they were weary.

She suspected them strongly. Would have already concluded what they were if it weren't for their eyes.

But even then.

Her hand had been cold.

And she did frown, then. finger tapping faster as a faint memory of something echoes at the back of her head. "Cold one." She muttered, realising that she must have heard it years ago for her memory to fail her.

"What has Billy been saying this time." Charlie groans, putting his cutlery down as he rubbed his templates.

"Pardon me?"

"I thought we were over that," Charlie admits, looking up. "La Push has this... unhealthy hostility towards the Cullens, Bella. I wouldn't listen to them."

"I have no idea what you are on about," Izzy admits honestly, tilting her head to the side as she blinks bewilderedly. "I was just thinking of how one of the Cullen's hands was cold."

"...Ah." Charlie blinks, expression shifting towards embarrassment. "Sorry, it's... a bit of a sore subject."

"I wonder why they have a problem with them." She nods, accepting his apology even if she is too deep to even consider pulling back. "They seemed perfectly nice if a little antisocial. Do you know if there's bad blood between their ancestors? Can't think of any other reason they'd hate them."

"There was some about... oh, maybe a century ago." Charlie sighs, returning to his food. "The most frustrating part is that Billy won't elaborate. It gets... very exhausting after the third time.

"Huh." Izzy follows his example, sympathising with his need to prioritize food over knowledge. "There goes the genetic cloning theory."

She smiles at the waitress, thanking her for the gorgeous pudding with Berry compote at its side.

"Don't think badly of them," Charlie assures her. "The Cullens are a lovely family."

"Oh, I agree." She nods happily. "Edward was a little weird, but Alice was a delight to talk to. I just can't not wonder, you know? They are so similar even though they are not related." She tilts her head, forming patterns she's seen and read of the supernatural world with the strange family. "Maybe they adopted children with similar genetic mutations?" She hums to herself.

"You can't ask them," Charlie says, voice taking an authoritarian like tone for the first time since her arrival.

"I won't." She nods, taking a bite of her pudding before she sighs. "Maybe it was wrong of me." She admits, ignoring her father surprised look as she takes another bite. "I really should have asked for the extra sugar." She confesses, smirking when her father lets out a startled laugh.

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Whelp, seeing how much people wanted this, I decided I might as well finish chapter two. No idea weather I want to live it as two chapters or make it into an actual series. I could tbh. I have most of the story planned out at this point.

None the less, if you felt I should have written something differently, be it personality and/or displays of different states of mentality, please leave a comment! Any advice is welcome and appreciated!

Anyways, Ill See you next time! Ciao!

~ Sapphire and Emeralds