Reformation Chapter One, a twilight fanfic

A.N hay all, I was not going to put this up until I got some reviews… but I don't know if people are not reading this cos they think it is too short… well it is not going to be… trust me. So if you don't know what is going on or have any questions or just feel like being nice and telling me what you think… click on that nice little button at the bottom of the page… you know… the one that says 'Review'

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Chapter 1

Seattle, Washington, September 12th 2008, 11:56pm

Tap, ka-thump, Tap, ka-thump, Tap-Tap, Ka-thump

Three sounds stood out above the rest of the city, the thumping and steady breathing of a one person and the hurried footsteps of two. Isabella de Luca was on the hunt again. A large city is not the most ideal place to hunt by any professional's point of view, too many witnesses. But that wasn't a problem to Isabella and her prey. Both hunter and prey were highly skilled in the art of hunting, and both experts at staying invisible. It almost seemed like a game of cat and mouse was taking place on the semi-deserted Seattle streets as the minuet hand on the clock ticked closer and closer to midnight.

In the gaps of the shadows the prey could be easily be seen, a girl that could be no more than twenty years old seemed to dance around all the un-seen obstacles in her way, silvery blond hair flowing behind her like a curtain of silk. Her deathly-pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, barely covered by the black sweats and tank that seemed to hug her perfect figure. But she was not alone while she ran; only two strides behind followed a girl that was plainer in comparison. But it was this second girl that sent shivers down the back of anyone that dared to lay eyes on her.

Although just as pale in the moonlight as the girl in the lead, this vixen differed in numerous ways. Her shiny brown hair, almost black in the lack of light, made a stark contrast to her milky skin and the light coloured sweater and jeans. Yet it was not this contrast that made anyone that managed to catch a glimpse of her stop and look again to check that what he or she had seen was indeed accurate, but rather her face. Her chocolate brown eyes narrowed in concentration and rage as she kept track of her prey, and the snarl that graced her full, red lips. Her face, that would look quite normal at any other time, was twisted into that of a hunter, as it chased down its prey.

It was as they passed through an abandoned rooftop that the hunter finally caught up with its prey.

"Filthy human!" the prey snarled as a hand clasped around the newborns upper arm and ripped it from its torso. The newborn leapt back, away from its pursuer, desperate for some distance between them.

"Who the hell are you?" The newborn growled out, fear and anger tainting its voice.

The hunter, however, didn't respond in words but merely snarled low in her throat and advanced upon what she viewed as her prey with a single-mindedness that was terrifying. There was no trace of humanity left in her as she swiftly closed the small gap between her and her prey. Seconds later the remaining arm on the newborn was ripped free of its socket and sailed across the floor to the other end of the roof. Allowing her new instincts to take over, the newborn launched her own counter attack on her attacker. The attack did not last long, no matter how powerful she was as a newborn vampire, she was still no match for the hunter who knew nothing outside of the fight.

"What are you?" The newborn panted, breathless after only a minutes fighting. The hunter advanced once again with a sadistic smile adorning her lips, eyes flashing with an unseated thrust for the kill. Without a word the newborn screamed in horrified pain as her head was twisted and torn from her body and before she knew it her skin was aflame. Screeching in pain the last thing she'd ever see was the gleaming brown eyes of her destroyer.

Isabella de Luca blinked slowly as she stared at the small fire before her. More and more of her human senses and awareness slowly crept back into her as her eyes watered from the heat and putrid smoke coming from the fire. Taking a deep breath she turned away from the awful scene of the burning flesh pile that had been her prey in the hunting game. This was it, her last kill. The pure loss of control that she felt when she fell in to her hunting mode was terrifying. When that side took over, she no longer felt that she was consciously in control of her own body; instead it reacted purely on instinct. And being out of control of herself was one of the things that she feared the most. She would never again kill and have to endure the feeling of being completely out of control.

She was taking control of her destiny tonight.

Forks, Washington, September 15th 2008, 10:42am

Sliding out of the aged squad car and into the cloud-filtered light of the front yard of her uncle's house, Isabella de Luca breathed out a sigh of relief. It had been a long and stressful process to get from Seattle to Forks. She had been forced to detour all over the US as to confuse anyone who might come looking for her. Isabella had contacted Charlie on the morning of the 13th, asking if she could stay with him for a while. Her excuse had been that she'd needed to get away and sort her head out while she completed her high school education. Really, though, it was all about her needing to escape from her life in Italy, and live in peace for once. There was no problem of Charlie contacting her mother either, they had a falling out when Bella was no longer aloud to visit over the summer and he was not about to cut their reunion short. He had, of cause, jumped at the idea. Isabella had only been nine when he'd last seen her and he claimed he couldn't wait for the company, living alone was starting to take its toll on him.

Looking around the car to where Charlie was popping open the boot, Isabella let a small smile quirk her lips. Taking in a deep breath she realized that she'd not felt this free in years. No one from her life back in Italy knew where she was and, if they tried to look for her, the trail would make its way down to Mexico before mysteriously disappearing. It was the perfect plan; no one would even think to look in small town Forks for her. Making her way to the back of the car, she lifted her single over-stuffed duffle bag and slung it over her shoulder before sending a thankful look towards Charlie who returned it enthusiastically.

Slamming the boot closed, Isabella followed her uncle back around car and towards the house. "I am so glad that you wanted to come and lean on your old uncle, Isabella," said Charlie, as he threw his arm across her shoulders and unlocked the front door.

"Bella," she corrected, as she ducked out of the one armed hug and moved to drop her bag on the wooden floor, next to the door, "I don't use my full name anymore Uncle Charlie, besides I've never really liked it anyway."

Nodding to himself Charlie walked out of the door that lead to the small living room and a second later returned with a small stack of forms.

"I thought you might," he laughed as he passed the paper to her. "I had to enroll you at school so that you could start next week. I put Bella on everything, but I thought, to save us from a stack of questions later, that I'd just put your last name down as Swan. I hope you don't mind…"

Her smile got bigger with this statement. She had been planning on asking Charlie is she could use his last name in the first place, but the fact that he had gone and done it himself seemed like a weight had been lifted off of her chest. This little name change was going to make her life a lot easier when the Volturi started a full on investigation as to her whereabouts.

"Thanks Charlie" she breathed. "So, what did you put me down as, your Niece?"

"Yeah, let me show you your room" he laughed as he led the way up the stairs and, with a single wave of his hand, signaled for her to follow.

Picking up her bag from where she had dropped it when she first walked in the door, Bella made her way and followed him up the stairs onto the first landing. Her room was the same one that she had occupied every summer until she was nine years old, situated at the furthest end of the landing to the stairs and off to the left.

Although it was the same room, as soon as Bella walked in the door she knew that Charlie had totally re-done her room for her when she had called. The rich dark brown paint that covered the feature wall and the mushroom colour that adorned the other three still had that strong fresh paint smell, and the new white and mint green bedspread still had the fold marks from when it was packaged. The room was simply, but modernly, decorated with two large bookcases and a TV lining one of the three lighter coloured walls along with a small closet and dressing table against another and a small bedside table, complete with clock and ipod dock. Four Vermeer prints; 'A View of Delft' 'Milkmaid' 'A Little Street in Delft' and 'Girl With a Pearl Earring', hung on the wall giving the room a splash of colour. The Large window, under which the bed was placed, let in the limited light of Forks, and made the room seem larger than it really was.

"I thought I should redo it for you, that you would have grown out of the yellow and blue that you had last time you were here," Charlie mumbled bashfully as he lead the way further in to the room. "Sorry about the new paint smell, I kept the window open so that it had the best chance of airing out before you got here."

"The room's great Charlie, you didn't have to go to all this trouble though," muttered Bella as she walked over to the bed, dropped her bag to the floor, and ran her hands over the cover to straighten it out. "Anything would have been fine."

"It's no problem," he said, backing out of the door. "I actually had fun doing it, oh, and you need to read all that literature that I gave you when we first walked in, it's basically your subject list, book list, school rules and a map."

Nodding in affirmation, Bella turned and lay down on the bed, closed her eyes and listened as Charlie walked back down the landing and made his way down the stairs and into the living room and turned on the TV. It seemed like the past few days had finally caught up with her. Closing her eyes, Bella sank into her new soft bed and let herself fall into a dreamless sleep.