Books/TV: A Vampire Diaries and Twilight Crossover

Main Pair: Isabella Marie Swan/Lockwood and Damon Salvatore

Title: The Odd One Out.

Author: BlueEyesBurning

Rating: T. May change.

Warning: Need to know main plot line for Twilight and main plot line for Vampire Diaries especially after the Season One finale.

Author's Note: I have my other stories My Baby Isabella and Elsewhere I know I haven't updated them in a while, but I will and Elsewhere is now my main priority as I have put My Baby Isabella on hold for a while, so I will update this story when I can, but there probably won't be an actual day that I'll update on. I had the sudden plot line shoved into my head during an English Exam I had, and as soon as I exited, I scribbled it all down. It may be a bit higgle-de-piggle-de at first, but I try my best!

Summary: Bella is Richard and Mason Lockwood's younger sister, when Edward leaves, and Richard is pronounced dead, Bella has to swallow her grief and guilt and put on her big girl pants to revisit the town she never wanted to see again. But when returning there reunites her with her other brother, will the feelings be too hard to bear. Will hate and uncertainty drive her insane, or will an unnerving duo keep her grounded?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Everything goes to their respectable owners – both in the movie/TV series and the book world.

For over a century I have lived in secret. Until now; I know the risk, but I have to know her.

Chapter One – The return

Bella POV

I had spent my whole day travelling and now it was getting boring. My car ride with Charlie wasn't great. He had asked me questions and they were normally the same ones.

How do you feel?

Are you sure going back there is best?

What if you see Mason?

For one, my brother just died, how does he think I feel? Like I'm on top of the world? No, my heart was shattering – or it already had – I wasn't sure any more; the pain of Edward leaving and then Richard's death on top of that, too was merging pain onto pain, and it was confusing. And it made my head hurt.

Second, I was completely sure going back was a good idea. Tyler was my nephew and despite the fact that my brother had just died, Ty was my main reason to go back. The family curse would home in on him in the next couple of years, and without Richard there to keep him grounded, I'm pretty sure he'll eventually flip and end up hurting someone – or worse. And Mason was not much help, with him being in on the whole curse thing, I was starting to think he didn't regret turning at all and that wasn't what I wanted for Tyler. But, seeing Mason himself, maybe it would be good for me, to try and see things his way for once – maybe we could reconnect again.

And of course Charlie had a whole speech planned for the airport too. He told me that at any point when being there was too much I was welcome back anytime, and I'm pretty sure I would take him up on that offer too.

And then there was the plane journey itself.

For one, I was sat next to a fat bolding man who stared at me for the most part, and when I requested to move I ended up next to a middle aged woman dressed in pink. So I turned away from her and slept the rest of the 2349mile plane ride it was to Mystic Falls, and when I landed it was late at night and I just wanted to sleep.

I signalled down a taxi outside the airport and I shuddered as I stepped inside and told the cabby were I was headed. I normally wouldn't use a taxi, especially when I was by myself. I didn't feel comfortable in them, even if the driver was female – which in this case he was not. After a twenty minute car trip, I decided I wanted to walk, despite the fact that it was dark, cold, and I was tired. I told the guy to pull over and asked how much the ride was. I paid the guy and jumped out, going round to the back of the car to get my one duffel bag.

After the taxi had pulled away, I looked around, and saw all the many shops and buildings I remembered as a child. I saw the Mystic Grill and contemplated going in to try and score some alcohol , but decided against it as I saw the Gilbert Building.

I remember Miranda and Grayson Gilbert, they were kind people and they pasted that on to both their children Elena and Jeremy, but when they died in May it was as if life wasn't so cheerful anymore. The Gilberts were one of the founding families – along with the Lockwood's – making Miranda and Grayson very popular around the town so when they died in that car crash it affected a lot of people and almost the whole town turned out to their funeral – which happened to be the last time I was in Mystic Falls, having only coming back for the funeral, and to support Elena and Jeremy; since we'd gone to the same school.

But that wasn't what brought my eyes to it now, it was the fact that it was all boarded up and burnt – meaning it was the place that Richard had died. I walked over to the building, and dropped my bag placing my hand against the charred wood, as tears fell from my eyes.

I think now the full impact of my brother's death hit me.

And it hurt like a bitch.

"Excuse me? Are you okay, miss?" A melodic voice asked from my right.

The voice startled me, and I jumped letting out a squeak, my face burning red as I turned to look at the stranger. He was tall – I wouldn't know how tall, since foot and inches meant nothing to me – and in my opinion – and probably every other female's in this small town – he was quite handsome too. He had dark black hair, almost like a raven and striking blue eyes, which held a mischievous glint. He was wearing all black, and without my heightened senses I probably wouldn't be able to see him without a light.

"I'm quite alright, thank you. I'll be leaving now," I told him picking up my bag and walking past him back towards the Lockwood mansion.

"But, miss!" I heard the stranger shout back to me, but I kept on walking not wanting to make friends. I liked my old friends and I was only here for my family.

My feet started to hurt as I neared the house and my left shoulder ached with pain where my bag was situated, but I kept walking even as hesitation set in. When I reached the large white door, I breathed out and calmed myself before knocking. I waited a few minutes, before deciding everyone was probably asleep and wanted to be left alone and turned away to go and find a hotel somewhere. Just as I started back down the steps to the drive, I heard the door unclick and the familiar female voice of my sister-in-law.

"Bella, is that you?" She called out into the darkness.

I turned back around, and walked back up the few steps I had already descended. "Yes, Carole. It's me."

"Oh, thank God, you're here. Please, come inside." She told me, ushering my inside, and I walked past her into the large foyer of the mansion she was the only occupant of at the minute. "Follow me, Bella, I'll show you to your room, and then we'll have a talk." She told me, starting to walk up the stairs, as I nodded and followed her up to the room I always used when I was here and the room I used to own for a few years.

She opened the door, and I noticed it had been left the exact same except for the few boxes lay next to the door. When I looked questionably at her, she explained that the boxes were full of old family stuff that used to be in Richard's study and she, Tyler and Mason had no need for. I nodded and thanked her for the consideration of her giving them to me.

"I'll leave you to unpack, and then come down stairs and we'll talk, okay?" She said, from the hallway about the shut the door.

I nodded, and she closed it completely. I took my time unpacking and when I had finished I looked around the room that used to be mine as a child. My walls were a blood red, and I had a circular bed on my back wall that was centred. One whole wall was covered with boxed shelves painted black that my father had put up for me when my music and books started to over flow my four standard sized shelves. I had old LP covers blue tacked into my wall – which included AC/DC, The Beatles, The Who, Deep Purple, Metallica and a lot of the other older generation music, and many posters, and photos stuck onto my wall too.

I moved my purple duffel bag from my bed to under it and walked over to my vanity as I sat down on the covered stool I stared at the photos clipped under the wood around the outside of my mirror. There were ones of me and my parents before they died, and ones of me at school, ones of me and Mason, me and Richard, me and Tyler playing as children and my favourite picture of all time was framed neatly in a plain white frame at the bottom of my mirror that was Richard – nineteen at the time – holding a newborn me, my fingers curled around Mason's pinkie finger as he leaned over to look at me in our older brother's arms.

Looking at the pictures set me off again, and the tears flowed freely as I picked up the white frame and lightly touched Richard's face. He might of been a dick, but he was still my brother, and I loved him so much, and I regretted stopping speaking to him after what happened with Mason, but then my eye caught the bright red flashing numbers which told me I'd been up here much longer than I needed to be, and I set the picture back down again before walking out of my room closing the door lightly behind me, to walk back down stairs to Carole Lockwood, my kind-heart sister-in-law.

We spent the rest of the night talking and drinking and crying and just being us, like we used too. I knew that she was almost twenty years older than me and I was only a year older than her son, but ever since she and Richard got married she'd been there for me. I'd known her my whole life, and when my parents died and Richard had to take me in, Carole was my only female influence, having not had sisters or aunts to talk too.

We were up until the early hours of the morning when Tyler came stumbling in, Carole had told me of his car accident and that he had taken to being out all night after his dad died, and I understood. I knew he wasn't drunk though, for one the bartenders were very strict around here, especially with the founding families, when it came to alcohol intake and two I did the same thing not too long ago, I would stumble in acting drunk only to piss off Richard, and normally it would work because he had very strong views when it came to embarrassing encounters, and in his eyes one of us being drunk was embarrassing so when he crashed through the doors, and Carole told him he needed to sleep it off to be up bright and early the next morning for the funeral, I nodded to him making him understand that I knew what he was doing and if he didn't want me to tell I wouldn't.

And even as Tyler headed up the stairs, I told Carole I needed to be off to bed too, or else I wouldn't be able to get back up in the morning. So I jumped up and ran up the stairs taking two at a time, and crashed in my room falling onto my bed fully clothed and the blackness surrounded me before I could do anything about it.

A/N: Okay, first things first – thank you for all the lovely reviews, it really made my day to get my first few only a few hours after I posted my chapter. Second – in this chapter it says Bella has heightened sense, and I would just like to clear this up BELLA IS NOT/WILL NOT BE A WEREWOLF. I've just made an adjustment – even when you're not a werewolf, you senses do heighten the few days before and after a full moon (else Richard's downfall doesn't make sense in my eyes). And that's it, thank you again for all my reviews, please review again and I will try and get a teaser out to you as soon as possible!