DISCLAIMER - ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO STEPHANIE MEYERS. STORYLINE BELONGS TO ME.

A/N – I don't know what it is with this story but it's going in a completely different direction that I had intended. Don't worry it's still a Bella/Jasper but they are telling it in their own way and I am just the writer.

"Bella....Bella.....come to me, Bella........ Bella......we belong together" a voice whispers seductively and lovingly as I around to see golden caramel topaz eyes staring back at me from a few feet away. Just as I reach out to grab his hand another takes his place and pulls me in a different direction almost like I have veered off course from my true path.

"N0!!! Bella, you will be MINE......COME TO ME NOW!!!" a voice commands so forcefully and possessively that I shiver in fear and dread. Somewhere deep down my psyche tells me that it's a voice I recognize then I realize that it's deeper than the first one. I shiver again and tremble in fear because the first one comforted me and this one fills me with a fear so deep that it shakes me down to my soul.

I look up in an attempt to see his face but feelings of dread blur it, I try to get away but I can't and as I start to scream in terror I am shoved to the side hard. The face before me changes into a wolf with eyes like Jacob's. My mind does not linger on that but stores the information away to analyze for later. Right now frozen in complete fright as the menacing voice growls and hisses then is drowned out by howling so loud it shakes the ground.

I am so numb with fear for my life that I immediately stumble to a standing position and start running. I can't tell where I am as long as I am running from whatever is behind me. My fear and anxiety brings back my clumsiness as I stumble time and time again over roots and sometimes nothing at all, I still hear whatever those things are behind me crashing through the forest as I turn to look and trip over a tree root crashing to the forest floor. I feel something dark and sinister loom over me and I turn in slow motion to look, screaming as I suddenly jerk awake in bed.

Gasping for breath as my heart pumps a mile a minute I try to calm myself, sweat drenches me and the sheets as I look down to see the bed linen strangling my legs, guess that's why I couldn't run away in my dream like I tried. Sitting up I winch in pain before lifting my hand to see abrasions on the heel of my palm, "Fucking A!, not again," I growl out angrily in frustration.

Looking at the clock I see it's a couple of hours before I have to get up but I decide to get up anyway because I REALLY, REALLY did not want to go back to sleep so I untangle myself and scramble to my feet grabbing my toiletry bag and a towel to head into the bathroom. Turning on the shower I stand in front of the mirror with one of my crystals chanting 3 times, "By the powers of three times three, In the name of the Goddess magic make sickness end and health return. Blessed Be," feeling the skin on my hand knit up and heal. Running my fingers gently over the skin again I whisper, "Works every time," before replacing the crystal, stripping down and getting into the shower.

Finishing up in record time I turn the water off and step out of the shower, combing my hands through my hair to untangle it. Returning to my room I pull on a matching blood red panty and bra set before sitting down on the bed to moisturize and mist my body.

Walking back over to the bags again I pull out some black skintight jeans, a red Baby Phat tank top with beading at the waist and the black knee high boots with the two inch heel. I get dressed apply my make-up and medicate my tattoo reminding myself to put the tube in my bag.

I had put my book bag together the day before so I did not have to worry about it today which gave me extra time to hang up and put away the clothes, folding the bags up and shoving them in a corner. Even with doing all this organizing I still have a lot of extra time on my hands and decide to would spend a half hour meditating before taking off.

I make my way slowly outside with a throw blanket and drop it in the middle of the backyard before sitting down Indian style. Placing my palms face up on my knees I close my eyes and take some deep breaths in before exhaling all of the tenseness out with each breath. As I start to feel more relaxed I can feel a change overcome me as my eyes glaze over with blue fire and a clear bubble starts to form between my hands getting bigger and bigger before enveloping me as well as everything within 30 feet. Opening my eyes I could see everything so clearer and I thought "STOP!" and time stood still within my bubble. I practiced that for another 15 minutes before thinking "BURN!" as the outside of my bubble was consumed in a dark blue flame before turning lighter in color as I relaxed further.

Just as I start to close my eyes I hear rustling in the bushes just in front of the woods surrounding the forest behind my backyard. Snapping my eyes open I command "COME FORTH!" as a deer looking strikingly like Bambi emerges from the bushes and saunters forth to lay in front of me. I smile at the baby doe as we sit in silence for the remainder of my meditating session before I close my eyes again, take a deep breath and whisper, "Calm." As I open my eyes I see a female deer peek it's head out of the bush looking at me then at the baby laying in front of me. I whisper, "Release and Protect" to the doe and it's mother forming a safety protection spell around them as I watch them dart back into the forest. Before I get up I also chant a protection spell around the house and around Charlie not wanting to take any chances.

In making my way upstairs I realize that Charlie is still not up so I take the opportunity to pull out his gift and the card I bought, wrapping it up before grabbing my bag and helmet and making my way silently back down the stairs to the kitchen. Placing the gift on the kitchen table along with a note letting him know that I was going for a ride around town before school started, yes I am taking the bike because I did not feel right driving the car to school on my first day and yes I would be extremely careful as I have been for the past 4 years. Yes, I did include that in the note laughing as I wrote it down.

I grab my riding jacket, tuck my helmet under one arm and sling my bag around my body with the other one a I walk out the door closing and locking it. Sliding my shades on I secure my bag around my body before throwing my leg over my motorcycle and getting comfortable. I run my hands lovingly over my speed machine then pull on my helmet making sure my hair is covered, smiling wickedly when I think of all the people that freak out seeing females on motorcycles.

As I lean over start the engine I get that feeling again of being watched, which was REALLY starting to piss me off to no end because I'm felling like I am being stalked. Grinning wickedly and reeving the engine knowing that I have a secret weapon no one knows about and the more I practice it the stronger it becomes. Kicking up the kick stand I laugh seductively and reeve the engine again before glancing in the direction of the stalker tilting my head a little then holding up my hand towards them palm facing me and beckon with my fingers informing whoever or WHATever is out the to "BRING IT ON!!!"

I peel out hoping that I didn't wake Charlie or the neighborhood before there is no more thinking as I give myself over to Bella, the Speed Demoness, who is completely and irrevocably addicted to the feel of the wind whipping past her as she weaves in and out of traffic expertly. This Bella has become extremely proficient at riding her motorcycle defensively and offensively as she realizes that she would never, EVER be able to ride one again if she let herself get hurt and that in itself makes her a superb rider.

Pulling to a stop outside of the diner, I glance at my watch noticing it's almost time for school to start and I don't want to be late on my first day. As I pull off I hear a whistle and someone say, "What a nice ride." I smirk under the helmet not caring whether the remark is about me or about the bike. I slow down and stop about a block from the school in a sport where no one can see me, waiting until the last possible moment to head towards the school.

Double checking the time I mutter, "It's now or never" as I reeve the engine before making a run around the block again then finally heading towards the school parking lot. As I knew it would the sound of my motorcycle makes people notice me as I ride in and pull into a spot reserved for motorcycles as I smirk because mine is the only one in the lot. As I put down the kickstand I remember that this is a small town and Charlie probably passed around word that his daughter was coming to live with him. All my transcripts had already been transferred or mailed and what wasn't was in the folder in my bag and I smile knowing I would only have to endure two years in this small town school.

I groan then smirk again as I feel all eyes on me as I cut the engine before sitting up then closing my eyes, taking several deep breaths working to tune everyone out, inwardly knowing that this was going to be one of the hardest days of this new life. I open my senses and feel the humans and them in the parking lot but otherwise don't show any other signs. Pocketing the key I act like I don't care that I am being starred at as I swing my leg over to stand up straight. Reaching up I remove my helmet and shake my hair out as I smile inwardly again hearing all the gasps of, " That was a girl!," from the females and, "Damn, she's hot!," from the males.

I pull my glasses from inside pocket of my riding jacket and put them on before finally looking up, but I don't glance around or acknowledge anyone instead I clip my helmet to the cycle then remove my bag and lay it on the seat. I unzip my riding jacket, remove it then fold it and place it in the compartment on the cycle locking it afterwards.

Running my hand through my hair I turn and head towards the registration office when I see them with him standing in between a silver Volvo and a red BMW. Pulling my shades down a little muttering, "Figures," as I tempt fate by smiling wickedly at the male with the curly blond hair as I feel that familiar tugging sensation rip through my chest like it did at the mall. But it was the tall one with the brooding look that I blew a kiss to. Watching as he tenses and starts in my direction before I laugh and walk away.

As I walk towards the registration office I chant under my breath 3 times, "By the powers of three by three, Keep them away from me." Knowing that this spell will only keep them from touching me but not from being in close proximity to me. Just enough to reinforce my forcefield in case I'm distracted enough that it will weaken around me. Walking through the door I see a receptionist behind the desk who looks up, "May I help you miss?"

"Bella Swan, I'm new here."

'Oh, yes, Your father called and registered you last week," she replies.

"Yes, he is thoughtful," I say waiting for the map and my class schedule.

"Here's a map and your class schedule. Have each of your teachers sign you off and return the slip at the end of the day," she states smiling handing me both.

"Thank you. Have a nice day," I say turning and walking out.

Well, she's polite just like her father. I hear her think as the door closes behind me.

"Damn," I mutter as I get outside. As I'm about to close my eyes and strengthen my shield a shy female voice says, "Hello, you must be Isabella Swan."

Turning around I am startled by the pink aura surrounding her before smiling and replying, "It's just Bella, please."

"I'm Angela. Welcome to Forks High. Where are you heading maybe we could walk?" together she asks tentatively.

"Thank you, Angela. Um, I have not had a chance to glance at my schedule yet. So let's check now."

We both pull out our schedules and compare, realizing that we have all the same classes except one – my Art class to her Home Economics class.

I smile saying, "This means I have a friend in every class but one."

Angela smiles shyly, "Really? This will definitely give us the opportunity to get to know each other better. I could use a friend."

"I would love to be your friend Angela. You will be my first one here and that just makes my day," I tell her grinning widely.

Angels hooks her arms through mine and says,"Let me show you where our first class is. Maybe we can actually sit together."

Arriving at AP English Angela motions to some seats in the back of the room while I stop at the teachers desk to get my slip signed. As he passes me my book for class I look up to see the entire class starring at me or rather my tattoo. The guys with lust reeking from their skin and the girls with jealousy and envy. The only gaze that holds my sight is the brooding one from the parking lot. As I walk past I snap loud enough for the whole class but directly at him, "Take a picture it will last longer!" as I sit down.

Angela giggles as the rest of the class turns around looking embarrassed but the brooding one continues to stare. Just then his eyes focus on my new tattoo and start to darken in thirst, so I decide to play with him a little. Snapping my fingers in front of his eyes I snap, "Hey! My eyes are over here!" before I flick my fingers at his eyes before pulling them back towards me funneling them to a point. Silently watching as his eyes lighten back to topaz showing that his thirst has subsided again. I watch his shocked expression turn to horror as I comment in his mind, "I know WHAT! You are."

Five seconds later he turns to face front and raises his trembling hand asking to be excused. The teacher waves him off and he excuses himself turning to take one last look in my direction before exiting that class room. Angela nudges me before passing me a note.

"That was weird. Wonder what was wrong with Edward. He's usually so calm and collected."

I wrote back, "That's Edward. Would his last name by chance be Cullen?"

"How did you know?" I grimace and reply "Just a wild guess." Wondering what else will happen to come my way from the Cullen camp.

The rest of the class period passed relatively uneventfully except for the Darth Vader glares these two girls were giving me. Unluckily I would find out in during lunch why.

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As Angela and I walk to the next class we were accosted by three guys by the names of Mike, Tyler and Eric. Pimp walking up to me they maneuvered Angela out of the way while asking her who I was. Then the one named Mike made the mistake of touching me so I stepped forward and using his arm as leverage flipped him over onto his back while stepping on his chest with one foot I snap loudly, "That was rude, you little fucker!!!!! Who do you think you are to invade my personal space and touch me without my permission!?! Do I look like a slab of slut meat to you!?!"

By now we had an audience as more students came to watch a boy get beat down by a girl. I ignored them to make sure I got my point across to the idiot prick under my boot on the ground.

"What was even worse was that you pushed my friend away and ignore her to talk at me and not to me. That pisses me off to no end because you ASSUME that I would even be interested in you and that assumption just shows me how much of an ASS you are!! Your whole pimp man attitude sickens me!!! You nor your friends will EVER get any play with me. For future purposes I DO NOT TAKE KINDLY to being felt up by strange boys with who knows what kind of diseases lurking in your system." I look up glaring at the other two as I seethe loudly, "So take this as the only warning you will get. I. AM. OFF. LIMITS to you three and you should learn some manners before approaching either one of us again!!!!! UNDERSTAND?!?!!?!"

All three nod quickly in response as I step off, link arms with Angela and continue on to our next class listening to the whispers and mutterings behind us, " Who is that?!?!" Blah Blah Blah. It was the same every time I took a stand for my personal space, but at least this time they did not pee their pants, at least that I saw.

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By the time lunch rolled around everyone and I mean EVERYONE in the school had heard about what I did to Mike and that just made all the girls hate me, some more of the boys lust after me and the rest avoid me like the plaque. Which in all complete honesty I did not mind in the least. Stopping at my locker before heading to the cafe I turn around to find Edward staring at me with the look in his eye that I could not decipher so I did not try, instead deciding to ignore him some more and head to the cafe.

Going through the lunch line I pick up a peach, a bottled water and a sandwich. Ignoring the more conventional seating arrangements I went over to an empty table closer to the exit. As soon as Angela came through the line she looked around for me and I raised my hand waving her over. She hesitantly looked at the table before sitting down across from me whispering heatedly, "Bella, are you sure you want to sit here. No one sits at this table anymore."

Curious I asked, "Why not?"

But before she can answer the Cullens walked in, went through the lunch line and came to sit at the other table directly across from us.

"Are they why?," I asked her looking from her to their table. "Yes." she whispers looking down at her food.

Before I can look in their direction the three girls from my first class saunter up to the table and slam their books down.

I look up and ask, "Yeah, what?"

"My name is Lauren, this is Sheila and Jessica and we wanted to welcome you to Forks High school," she says with over sweetness coating her words, "I thought since you're new to this school I figured I would give you a little advice."

Before she can continue I start laughing asking, "YOU are giving me advice?!?"

Apparently she was not prepared to be laughed at and she starts to look flustered as the cafeteria gets quiet to see how this would end.

I lean back in my chair, crosss my legs and ask snidely, "Advice on WHAT? How to dress like a slut? Because I figured that's what you are since that is how you dress. Advice on how to make friends? Too late, I've already got one and I don't believe I will need to add you to the group dynamic. Advice on how to act like a lady? You can't possibly know how. Advice on being popular and part of your in crowd? Not interested. Advice on the social dysfunction of this school? Already figured that one out when I pulled up."

"So what else could there possibly be for you to give me your advice about," I sneer at her as I flatten my hands on the table and stand up. "Speak up, I can't hear you," I command as she continues to turns all shades of red.

Looking her up and down I sit back down and snarl, "That's right. I didn't think so. You can go now," as I turn to Angela and ignore her and her friend.

I hear her mutter, "This isn't over," as she starts to leave. My eyes blaze, my head comes up and I snap my fingers commanding "LOOK" as she turns to look at me I say loudly, "You don't want to make an enemy of me because unlike others you have bullied I WILL fight back. UNDERSTAND?" I demand.

She nods her head quickly on the verge of tears as I snap my fingers again releasing her and she slinks away in tears with the other two hot on her tail.

Out of the corner of my eye I see them glance over in my direction, watching as Edward tilts his head towards the short black haired one as if answering a question. So I glance away took a breath and enhanced my hearing so that I could listen to their whispered conversation.

She's the one from my vision!!!! He nods his head while glancing in my direction.

She told me she knew WHAT I was Alice, mind to mind but I can't read hers. My bloodlust started to get out of control when I saw her fresh tattoo then she did something with her hand and my bloodlust went away.

At that all of the Cullen's turn their heads to look at me as I lift my head, tilt it to the side to glance at them before smiling wickedly and wiggling my fingers at them. The tall blond female hisses, Edward looks angry, the short pixie looks scared as her eyes glazed over, the blond one looks at me speculatively and the one that looks like a teddy bear just grins widely.

As I looked over all of them my gaze settles on the blond one with the curly hair. I focus on him and hear him think, She is the sexiest female that I have seen in ages and watching her ride up on that motorcycle all I could think about was taking her right there in the middle of the parking lot with everyone watching. This little darlin' has a fire I can't wait to taste.

Locking my gaze with his, I feel that tugging in my chest again but this time it spreads out to consume my whole body as my eyes burst into blue flames and I send him an image of walking up to him and throwing him across the table his family is sitting at as I crawl up his chest to straddle his lap before grinding against him as I lick my way up his neck. I run my tongue across his bottom lip seeking entry to plunge the depths of his mouth while I continue to grind up against him before nibbling along his jaw to his ear whispering heatedly, "Darlin' this would only be the beginning."

I lick my lips and I am brought back to the present when I hear him gasp and someone else growl as I jerk my head to look down at the table, squeeze my eyes shut then take a deep breath muttering, "NO!! Calm, calm, calm. NO!!"

I hear Angela from a distance asking me if I am alright as I stand up suddenly, stumble away from the table and collapse to the floor as darkness claims my vision. But instead of feeling the coldness of the cafeteria floor I feel the coldness of rock solid arms cradling me to their chest as my eyes flutter open and I see curly blond hair before oblivion takes me again and I whisper two words:

"Jasper Whitlock"

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