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.

Chapter Five – Knowing what's what

Being the sister of the deceased meant I had to stay until the last person left, and from the way the day was going the last person would leave next month. This wake – or pre-funeral or whatever the hell this thing was – had started at 11:00am and I had been walking around talking to people I didn't remember and pointing people in the direction to bathrooms or kitchens or where the champagne was situated and it had started to get boring and tiring.

I had spoken to old friends like Elena and Jeremy Gilbert, and Bonnie Bennett and Caroline Forbes and some of the people I'd be going to school with next week.

But as soon as the clock cracked 5:00pm I couldn't do it anymore. I grabbed a bottle off the nearest table and walked out towards the garden. I glanced down at the bottle I had taken and noticed it was a bottle of the expensive champagne Carole had ordered. Not the best drink in the world but for now I could deal with it.

I found one of the many benches around the Lockwood gardens and slunk down onto it; I ripped the gold foil from around the top of the bottle, and looked over the pond in front of me. As I grabbed the top of the bottle to pull out the cork screw, I was hit with a memory.

9 YEARS EARLIER

"Bella! Be careful, and stay away from the water. Tyler! You, too! Mason keep an eye on them," My sister-in-law, Carole shouted from the window as my little cousin, Tyler, and I ran down the grass hill towards my brother, Mason.

"Yes, Carole!" Mason yelled back, before jumping on the grass as Tyler and I caught up with him. My eight-year-old cousin and I jumped on eighteen-year-old Mason.

"Let's play Pirates!" Tyler cheered, sitting up on the green grass.

"But we always play Pirates," I complain, as I struggle to sit on Mason.

"Bella, we played your game yesterday, it's Tyler's turn today. And if he wants to play Pirates that's what we play, but if you don't want to you can always go inside." Mason told me, pulling me onto his lap and turning me to look in his eyes.

"No!" I shouted, just like he knew I would. We all knew I would rather play Pirates with them, than sit inside and watch Carole cook something that would later end up in the bin.

"Alright then, Pirates it is!" Mason told us grinning madly.

"But, we never get to play what you want to play," I told him. "You pick something, Mason!"

I watched Tyler's face fall as Mason tried to decide what to play. "Hmm… okay. I think we should play… PIRATES!" He shouted, tackling Tyler and tickling him making his laughter ring out around the garden.

I huffed. "Fine, but Mason's on my team!"

"Fine!" Tyler said, turning and running for what he called his 'base' as I grabbed Mason's hand and ran towards ours.

I don't remember much more from that day, however I do remember being by the water's edge and Tyler had said something particularly mean, and I had shoved him – harder than I should have – and I watched as he grasped at the air as he fell backwards.

The pond had never had anything surrounding it as we were never aloud out by ourselves – Mason was always with us. It was a rule. But he had gone inside for a few minutes to get some drinks when Tyler had started shouting mean words at me and I had pushed him.

"Tyler," I had started to shout, and splash as the edge to try to get him to grab my hand. Tyler had never learnt to swim, not like Richard, Mason and I had been forced to in case anything like this ever happened. I guess since it never had Richard never wanted to force Tyler to do something he never wanted.

Mason had heard the screaming from Tyler and the crying and shouting from me and come running out the house, dropping and shattering the glasses on the marble floor. He ran as fast as he could and jumped into the pond, which was more like a small lake. After a minute of splashing and Mason coming back up to the surface three times, he finally came up with Tyler in his arms. I helped him drag the small body back up on the grass. But he pushed me away, I fell back onto the grass and just stared as my brother tried to save the eight-year-olds life.

I sat crying and watching, becoming more and more desperate until the ambulance finally arrived and took Tyler away. Carole went in the ambulance with Tyler and Richard was called to the hospital while Mason and I sat on the sofa in the front room by the phone waiting for the call. We had both changed; Mason into some more surf shorts and myself into my Cinderella pyjamas.

Mason had pulled me onto his lap and hugged me as I cried and mumbled 'sorry' and 'it was an accident' over and over again. Carole finally called saying that Tyler was awake and okay; only a little shaken up and relief shot through Mason and I.

Later that night when Richard got home, I was grounded and sent to bed – but I couldn't sleep because Mason and Richard spent the rest of the night fighting. Mason said it was an accident and I didn't need to be grounded, Richard disagreed. I happen to agree with Richard still to this day.

I had almost killed my own nephew. And now knowing what I do, I feel even more grateful that Mason had heard us.

"You're not crying because you can't open the bottle, are you?" I heard a melodic voice ask.

I was shocked from my memory and turned quickly to the stranger. "What?"

"Do you need any help opening that?" He asked, gesturing to the bottle in my hand that I still hadn't opened.

"No, I can do it."

He sat down on the bench next to me, and took to the bottle from me, popping the top and taking a quick swig from it. "Ahh, all better."

"You should ask before you do that," I glared taking the bottle back him his hands.

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's just you were doing such a great job of it on your own." He replied sarcastically.

I looked him over; I hadn't gotten such a good look before. But up close he was even more gorgeous.

He smirked as he saw me watching him, when my eyes locked on his ring. I knew what that was; what he was – but he didn't need to know that.

"I'm Bella," I told him, nodding slightly.

"Damon Salvatore," he smiled. "Nice you meet you."