Hello again. Sorry this took so long but you know, school, the computer over-writing this chapter, slicing my arm open; normal everyday stuff for me that just keeps getting in the way of my writing. Some days I am seriously tempted to give up, but I have yet to find the strength to do so. well, without further set backs I give you chapter four. (the other chapters shouldn't take as long because five is completely finished and six is almost to that point.) OH YES! READ THIS! I am STILL looking for a beta so if you are willing to be mine or know someone who would PLEASE let me know, otherwise my spelling, grammar, and flow may be a bit off. Thanks!

Disclaimer: SLASH IS INVOLVED! nothing you may recognize belongs to me. Isabella, David, Arbesque Academy, the muggle school I have yet to conjure a name for, the plot, most of the quirky lines, the future characters you don't recognize and also new places coming up are mine as well. So don't take this story and say it's yours, and another thing, don't take my ideas either, it's against the LAW! ok, on with the story...

Chapter 4: Blue hair and a Mansion

Saturday- Three days later

Isabella descended the stairs head held high. Remus was reading The Daily Prophet at the table, a cooling mug of tea sitting beside him. Sirius stood at the coffee maker, watching her come down with raised eyebrows.

"Blue?" He mouthed, glancing at Remus to see if he'd seen yet. Isabella merely smirked. The reason Sirius was surprised was because she had cropped her hair short, much like his own. And she had also dyed it blue. Not a normal blue, no she couldn't be normal in any way; she had dyed it dark blue, almost navy blue but not quite. Here and there were a few lighter blue streaks that made it look almost natural, except for the fact it was blue of course. Sirius chose not to mention her hair but let Remus find out on his own.

"Coffee Isabella? Drink of the gods I say, I have yet to find why wizards don't have it around, I found it's as effective as any waking potion."

"Tastes like one too. Kind of a mix between dirt and whiskey." Remus commented, still reading his paper.

"How exactly do you know what whiskey tastes like Remmy?" Isabella lauged good naturedly when Remus ignored her. "Sure Sirius, I would love some coffee. God I'm tired!" She made a face and muttered "Damnit... we have a bloody test Monday. On history no less, oh yes the world's most fascinating subject." She said falsely excited. "What's the point of talking about some random dead guys and old grouchy bitches from ages ago?" When she got no answer she answered herself. "Exactly, there is none." She took the cup of black coffee from Sirius and drained the mug in two seconds flat. "Perfect, stong and black as... well and strong and black as strong, black coffee. I gotta go or I'll not get my research done." Remus looked up when he heard the word research from his niece's mouth for it had never been uttered when she was near.

"Resear-" He stopped short when he got a good look at her. He opened his mouth to say something but then shut it, obviously at a loss for words. Isabella smirked at her clearly gobsmacked uncle, enjoying his complete shock at her transformtion. He wouldn't have been more surprised if she had changed into a monkey and was reading one of his books out loud.

"Your hair is blue." He finally managed. "And it's so short!"

"Yeah. Do you like it?" She asked quite sincerely, really wondering what he thought.

"I... no! What happened? It looks like... like a bottle of blue paint blew up and you happened to be in the way! Here, let me change it back." He stood but Sirius put a hand on his shoulder.

"Rem, she changed it for a reason. If she wants to have blue hair that's just fine. C'mon, we both know about different, you're a werewolf and we're both gay so I think we can live with a blue haired teenage girl don't you?"

"I..." Remus struggled to find words but finally gave up, settling for a bewildered "Sure." Isabella smiled widely, thrilled they both aproved. Excited even though Remus had been convinced into accepting her new look.

Having a real family was changing Isabella, she was becoming more openly loving towards her guardians, allowing them into her life. In the short time of one week she had become a different person; she wasn't the only one that had changed. Remus and Sirius had come to realize how much they truly had, how much love was worth. Isabella had changed a lot of things in their lives but love was one thing that could never change; only grow.

"I know you don't like it Uncle Rem but I do so please don't make me change it back. May I keep it like this?" Remus did a double take at the now blue haired girl. She had actually asked him about something that she thought a big deal; she was including him in her life. She had only consulted him after the act was done but it still mattered to him, she had still willingly given him the choice to take away what she wanted to have.

"Of course you may keep it. I hate it terribly but hair is such a trivial matter to quarell over, whether your hair is blue or not really doesn't change the world does it. I'm still getting older and Sirius is still an insufferable idiot with a gorgeous body, and you are still my favorite teenager."

""Insufferable idiot"?" Sirius said indignantly. "I am most certainly not Mister Moony. Gorgeous body yes, insufferable idiot, no. 'Fraid not darling." Sirius, drawing a loud laugh from both Remus and Isabella.

"Thanks Uncle Rem." She grinned.

"Oh my god!" Sirius exclaimed, staring at her. "You've got fangs!" So she did. She had wolf teeth, sharp canines on the top and bottom. "I don't know how I didn't see them before. Damn, I bet it'd hurt to be bit by you. In human form that is, it'd hurt in wolf form too but for a hell of a lot longer. You know, 'cause it'd cause monthly pain... ok, I am going to shut up now because I'm talking in the presence of two werewolves and I'm just proving Moony's point..." He looked from Isabella to Remus who were wearing identicle smirks before fleeing the room.

"Right... um..." Isabella suddenly became shy and looked down at her feet.

"You better get going dear, you are going to be late meeting that boy, or was it a girl... Well, that person you met yesterday." He smiled at her surprise. "I may be old but I am not daft and I am most certainly not blind to the ways of love. Go on now, he or she will be quite dissapointed if you don't show up." She smiled shyly, looking up at him from beneath her long lashes.

"Thanks Uncle Rem." She hugged him tightly and flew from the room, yet again leaving a very shocked man in her wake. He finally shook his head and turned to find Sirius.

The dock

"Isabella?" She looked around for the source of the voice. "Isabella! No, no, look up. Up I said!" She obeyed and saw David standing on the rooftop of an old building that was almost completely covered with ivy and graffiti. He was wearing tight black jeans, a black tee that said "Shattered Rose" in blood red script, and a black bowler hat. He held his black guitar case and a large amp that had words spray painted on it; a cord that had been twisted into a large loop hung off of his shoulder.

"Hey David! What are you doing on the roof?"

"Setting up. Me and the rest of Shattered Rose are gonna play a bit. Come on up, don't mind the mess and the guys, they might hassle you but they're harmless. Door's there in front of you, it's the side entrance so you'll come in into a hallway, just follow that and you'll come to a staircase on the right, that leads up here." He smiled and walked out of her view but came back a few seconds later, no longer holding his equipment.

"I love your hair, it's wicked cool." He grinned at her and Isabella grinned back when he winked at her.

"You know it David, it's hotter than hell." She waved him away and pushed open the door. It had no handle, it was just a swing open door like they have some resteraunts leading to the kitchen. The inside was amazing, high vaulted ceilings with the huge age worn beams exposed, the floors were concrete stained a dark rusty red color. There were mismatched rugs tossed about here and there, no symetry or design was involved in the building and decorating of this place. There were doors every five feet or so on each side of the hallway. The doors were dark stained wood with old looking knobs covered with intricate designs; Each door had a different set of symbols engraved on them. Some had numbers or roman numerals and others had english letters while still others had unrecognizable symbols on them; none of the doors had a set of one type of symbol like no door had all letter or all numbers, they had maybe one number, one letter, and one other symbol. Finally she came to the staircase which was very out of place in this exquisitely designed flat. It was made of black painted metal that was peeling in places exposing the raw metal beneath, it wound around a fire house pole, the kind you see the firemen sliding down in the movies. The pole was painted silver and had scuff marks along it showing that people still slid down it instead of taking the stairs.

Or maybe they don't use it for sliding, maybe they use it for dancing... She smiled, trying not to laugh. Just then someone came flying down that very pole, a blur of black landing with an audible thump.

So they do use it for sliding... She jumped when she saw the person didn't look a whole lot like a person, on the contrary it was most deffinately not human; nor was it still living.

The creature had a white face and black hair, Isabella was fairly sure it was a male. He was wearing a black cloak that brushed the floor, black jeans, and a black t-shirt. He was barefoot and walked silently towards her; he grinned revealing very, very sharp canines and a hungry look on his face. She gasped and realized she was face to face with a vampire, they were quite nice and polite when fed but when they were hungry (which he appeared to be to an extreme) they were not nice at all. Vampres rarely killed another creature because they loved everyone and everything, they killed only when they or those near them were threatened. Vampires and werewolves had always lived in harmony with eachother, never fighting and going so far as to be lovers. Vampires and werewolves also shared hightened senses and inhuman speed and were one of few species of magical creatures that could sense magic and creatures made by or holding magic. This particular vampire must either think she was a threat to him or the ones who lived here or was incredibly hungry. Either way she didn't intend to stick around to find out and took off running up the stairs.

"Daaaaaaaaviiiiiiiiid!" She shrieked. He appeared a the top of the stairs only to be knocked sprawling by a frightened werewolf and a very protective vampire. He groaned and dragged himself to his feet, bringing Isabella with him. She hid behind him and peeked around his arm to locate the vampire that had been chasing her. She spotted him immediately and ducked back behind David just as the vampire lunged at her. All three of them fell to the rooftop in a tangle of limbs. David untangled himself and heard a growl and another shriek; he turned around to find Isabella and the vampire wrestling, neither getting anywhere because they were of equal skill. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"STOP!" David yelled at the tangle of teenagers beside him and was immediately obeyed. He scanned the rooftop for his hat, he picked it up and dusted it off; he set it back on his head at an angle and returned to the now motionless teens.

"Alright, Tyler get off of Isabella and loose the fangs please." Tyler's fangs didn't dissapear but did seem to shrink a bit so they looked like relatively normal teeth. "Now help her up, thank you Tyler." Tyler looked sulkily at David.

"Um... hi... Tyler. I'm Isabella and I really wasn't going to hurt anyone. I was just coming up to say hi to David."

"Yeah, yeah, I wasn't gonna hurt you I'm just so fucking bored because I haven't been out for the longest time! David says it's not safe for me to prowl around at night because I might get tricked into joining up with some bad guy." Tyler rolled his cats eyes and snorted. "As if! All I wanted to do was go see my boyfriend, seriously, I haven't seen him in sooo long I'm going crazy!"

"Uh-huh, poor little sex deprived vampire boy. You really need to stop complaining and you really, really need to stop attacking the people that come over just because you're bored. We've lost two gigs already because of you. What if she had been a talent scout or something?"

"I could've told if she was a talent scout..." He gave David a what-the-hell-kinda-question-was-that-you-know-this-already look. "Or something."

"God David, you won't let him see his own boyfriend! What the hell is that about? If a vampire isn't safe to prowl at night you certainly aren't safe to walk around during the day time! Vampires are most active at night, not letting him out is like...like..." Isabella searched for an answer but couldn't find one.

"Like trying to cage a werewolf on the full moon." Tyler supplied, looking at Isabella to see if she had told David about what she was.

"Yeah, like that except worse. Trust me Davy, vampires are lords of the night, they don't need any protection no matter how old they are." Isabella concluded.

"I know, I know, I just don't want him to get hurt, he's a brother to me and I wouldn't want to lose him. That's all." David said, clearly defeated by the combination of explinations and the puppy eyes he was getting from both Isabella and Tyler.

"Thanks David, but I can take care of myself, you know that..." He grinned and winked at his friend. "Now can I go see him pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease..." He took a deep breath and look expectantly at David. "Please...?"

"Fine, but be-"

"YYEEEEEESSSSSS!" The vampire shrieked jumping up and down in an odd victory dance. "YUS! YUS! YUS! Woo-HOO!" He flung his arms around David's neck and kissed him on the cheek. Two seconds later he was gone. Then he returned just as fast as he left and gave Isabella a thank you kiss on the lips. He made a face afterwards and wiped him mouth off.

"No offence but that was gross. I am all gay I guess, can't do that again..." He shrugged and his face brightened. "Thanks Indigo! I'll tell Daniel about you, he's gonna love you! Bye!" And he was gone yet again. Isabella looked at David who was rubbing the cheek Tyler had kissed vigorously.

"Indigo?" She looked at him questioningly. "He meant me didn't he?"

Yeah," David replied. "He always, or almost always renames people. He says they aren't using their true names so he gives them their true names, the name that really describes them. Make sense?"

"Yeah, I read that somewhere, some book about vampires or something..." She lied before she realized she was lying, it just came so naturally to her giving her circumstances up Untill she moved in with her Uncle and Sirius. Another boy appeared at the top of the stairs, one she hadn't sensed coming before he got there. His eyes were the almost the same golden color as hers. He gazed cooly into her eyes as though he were merely evaluating her.

Greetings fellow curse bearer. Said a smooth male voice inside her head. She didn't jump because she had learned long ago to expect everything so as never to be caught off guard.

I'm not sure how to do this, do I just talk in my head and you read my mind? She replied.

That is not the correct way to do it, no, you have to figure out how to mind speak on your own though; there is no correct way to describe it so for now I will read your mind.

"Luke, this is-"

"Indigo. I know." He smiled at her with his eyes before continuing. "I am... Luke and a near cousin to you Indigo, please excuse my fancy language, It is merely the way I greet... another." He gave her a meaningful look, respecting her privacy by not letting out her secret.

You've seen he is as close as a brother with a vampire yet you haven't told him you are a werewolf? His eyes laughed at her. I find it ridiculous but it is your secret and you do not know him very well yet so I cannot hold it against you. He shook his head and grinned, this time not with his eyes. Alright, I think I know you well enough to be normal and shit. He laughed at her shock. Yes, I am a normal dude, well as normal as a werewolf dude can be. I don't waste my time searching for a cure or obsessing over the cycles of the moon, though I must confess I do own a lunar chart. For serious though, I am not going to let being a werewolf take over my life, I see you don't either. Kudos Indy.

Lucas, how the hell do all of you know my "real" name or whatever? She asked

The same way you just called me Lucas, we just know. I assume you mean Tyler and I. Lucas said.

That's what David called him but I don't think that was his real name. She replied.

What do you think it was then? Lucas asked casually, testing her. He had already been surprised that she knew Tyler wasn't his friend's real name because his real name was so hard to find. Her brow wrinkled as she tried to find the correct name for the absent vampire.

"Isabella? Are you ok?" He turned to Lucas and frowned at him. "Luke, what are you doing to her?"

"I am doing nothing, she is trying to find the true name of Tyler." Lucas replied cooly. "I am not Luke either, I already told you, it's Lucas."

"Sorry, Lucas then, I just think it's weird that she is even trying, you said it was really hard for you to find it and you're a werewolf. She's just a witch, you really think she is going to figure-" Isabella cut him off.

"Michael... is it Michael?" Lucas grinned widely and looked absoloutely thrilled.

"Yes it is. I don't know how you figured that out seeing as you don't even know how to mind speak. I am very impressed, do you think I could work with you to hone your skills?"

"Sure I guess." She grinned back at him. "That'd be fun. My Uncle could probably help me at home too. He's a werewolf also." She looked at David shyly. "I'm not "just a witch", I'm a werewolf as well. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner, I just wasn't sure if I should."

"I figured you were because of your eyes. That's got to be the biggest give away that someone is a werewolf. Like the dark clothes, prowling at night, and fangs are a dead give away for a vampire. It's part of being a magical creature I guess, though it'd be nice if you could blend in with others because it would keep you from a lot of pain and suffering. I do understand mockery, trust me. Maybe not to the extent you guys all do, but I do to some point. Loads of people think I'm gay because I listen to bands like The Pansy Division and Indigo Girls, and everyone thinks I'm a mutt because my ancestors are from pretty much everywhere. And people hate me because I have friends who are "evil,"" He did quotes in the air. ""creatures" and two of which are gay. SO those of them who don't think I myself am gay think I'm some crazy punk rocker who is also a gay and "evil creature" hugger. I could care less but I do sympathise with you guys. And I play punk rock, which is verry rebelious and very very against the rules of society."

"The Pansy Division? Oh my god! You listen to them too! I love them!" She laughed and looked at him. "You have too much in common with me my friend, it's kinda creepy, can't be coincidental..." She winked at him. "the other gay isn't Lucas right? It's someone else yeah?" David nodded in reply.

"Zacky, my brother, and his boyfriend Ryan." Lucas explained. "Both live here, they are currently in the kitchen making lunch, which let me warn you could be dangerous to all of our mental and physical health. When they get anywhere near the kitchen it is best to stay far far away and keep a few extinguishing spells handy whether or not they are in fact using the stove. They both have a bad habbit of setting themselves and other flamable objects on fire. No clue how but they do..." As if on cue a loud crash, a fire alarm, and two males yelling for help was heard all the way on the roof.

"Wands at ready, you too Indigo, we may need your help." Lucas said as he started towards the fire pole. Following both boys Isabella slid down and landed silently.

"Come on, kitchen's this way Indy." David took off running full speed after the male werewolf. They arrived at the kitchen to find complete turmoil. Something in a pan on the stove was burning to the point of flames, the refridgerator door was hanging open, and a cupboard was open with something made of glass was shattered beneath it.

"Oh my god, this is worse than normal." Lucas said to no one in particular. There was smoke clouding the air, the two boys that Isabella guessed were Zacky and Ryan were yelling at each other over the shrill screaming of the fire alarms all over the house. Isabella dove for the sink and grabbed the spray handle turning the water on high; she doused the flames leaving the black remains of what was probably meant to be lunch. She ran over to the stove and turned of the burner as David shouted,

"Silencio!" Stopping the shrieking of the fire alarms, leaving the group in ringing silence. The shorter boy with black and blood red hair coughed uncomfortably.

"Well...thanks guys..."

"And girl I've never seen before." Said the taller boy, he had black hair that stuck out in all directions. He nodded his thanks to Isabella, his odd grey eyes slightly unnerving.

"What exactly were you trying to make this time Zacky?" Lucas asked the boy with the black and red hair. Zacky looked at the ground and opened his mouth then though better of it.

"Grilled cheese actually." Said the boy who must be Ryan. His voice was quiet and smooth, he was obviously an american because he didn't sound like the others. "It's my favorite, It's just that I've never made it before. I don't see how it could have possibly went wrong but it did..." He slowly came to a halt. "Right, I think I'll stop talking now, going by the murderous looks I am getting from all sides I will be put on an unfair trial promptly and put on death roe... It was all his fault!" He grabbed Zacky by the shoulders and shoved him towards the others.

"Hey!" Zachy rounded on the taller boy. "You stupid ponce! I swear I'm going to kill you... or even worse..." He glanced at the group behind him before he continued. "No fun for a week." Ryan looked positively traumatized, eyes wide, mouth hanging open.

"Okay! I'm sorry Zachy, I'm really, really sorry! I didn't mean it, I swear I didn't!" David leaned towards Isabella and whispered in her ear.

"This is a reoccuring scene around here so do not be alarmed. They act as if they loathe every inch of the other, make death threats, then are all over each other a half hour later."

"Yes," Lucas agreed. "You will most likely be witnessing explicit content in just a bit, you aren't safe from them anywhere."

"They've done it everywhere, all the bedrooms-" David said.

"The bathrooms-" Lucas continued.

"The kitchen-"

"The backyard-"

"The living room-" David countered.

"They've been in the dining room-"

"And the studio as well-"

"The roof-"

"I belive they've hit the garage as well-"

"What? But my car is in there!" Lucas cried, looking thouroughly mortified.

"Yeah, don't mind the arse cheek prints on top there Lukey." Zacky said, pausing in his yelling banter with his lover.

"Arse... Wait... ON TOP OF MY CAR? YOU TWO WERE SHAGGING ON TOP OF MY CAR?" Lucas looked positively livid.

"Well-" Zacky began but was cut off by the murderous look Lucas was giving him.

"My suggestion to you two is run very, very, very fast away from the place you are presently standing in;" Lucas growled at the two boys before suddenly turning to David and Isabella. "And I suggest you two call the police immediately because I am afraid I am about to commit a very brutal murder. Two actually." He rounded back on the two boys who now clutched each other's hand. Both boys looked frightened, both had wide eyes, Ryan's grey and Zacky's electric blue. Lucas lunged and and the two boys split and flew by on both sides of the angry male Were yelling at the tops of their voices. Lucas growled again and spun around, launching himself after them screaming obscenities. Silence once again crashed upon the kitchen.

"In the backyard huh." Isabella said, breaking the ringing silence. David let loose a laugh.

"Yes, in the backyard as well. My point was that they've been everywhere and are not afraid of people seeing them. Therefore you are safe nowhere. But hey, we all get used to it, you will too if you hang about long enough." He shook his head and gave her a lop-sided grin that struck her as slightly shy. Isabella smiled back at him.

"I think I might like to "hang about" for a while, to get to know all of you... you know..." David nodded eagerly.

"I... erm, we'd like that."

"Right then, you'd better show me around then so I don't get lost in this mansion." David did just that.

Remus jumped up when he heard his lover yell. He flew down the stairs to find Sirius kneeling in front of his disk collection, plastic cases strewn all over the ground surrounding the antimagus.

"Padfoot, what is it?"

"That beast of a girl has gone and taken some of my CDs!" He looked up at Remus, a child-like frown on his face. "She's taken my Stranglers disk, The Who, Pansy Division, The Clash, not just any Clash disk either, she stole London Calling..." Sirius continued searching his massive CD collection with a rather dejected look on his face. "AUGH! I can't believe this girl! She's gone and taken my Sex Pistols CD! No, both of my Sex Pistols CDs! My god she's a bloody monster! What else am I missing? The Ramones, The Scorpions, Green Day... She's taken every single one of my favourite Cds Rem! She must be stopped before the entire province is music-less! This destruction must be repaired! This crime must be reported! This insanity must be detained! This-"

"Siri," Remus interupted quietly, a smile tugging at his lips. "This isn't a big deal. It is not a crime, it does not signify the end of the universe much less the downfall of the province. Don't worry, I'm sure Isabella is taking very good care of your CDs seeing as she idolizes music just as you do. You two really are so very much alike. She probably just borrowed them for the day or something equally as innocent and non-destructive." He smiled at Sirius reassuringly. "Ha! What am I saying, nothing she does is innocent or non-destructive. She's probably leading a rebellion right now against the ban of music they have at her school." Remus shook his head and gazed out the window as Sirius replaced his multitudes of albums. Sirius finished and sat silently, noting the far-off look on his lover's face that he saw so often lately. He stood and moved to wrap his arms around Remus' chest, resting his chin on the blonde's shoulder.

Well, how was this one? was it worth waiting months for? I didn't think so. I was sick for 3 weeks and then I had to go to a cousin's wedding, my grandparent's funeral (they died in a car crash), then a class mate died and I had to go to his funeral, then a memorial service for my Mum and Dad (it was 2 years onAugust 3) then my neice and nephew were born on the tenth. It's been pretty much insane, I also had to get a new job so I've had no time really to write so I wrote bits and pieces here and there whenever I could. Just so you know I do realize the Sex Pistols probably weren't around when Sirius and Remus were sweet 20-somethings. Now that I think about it The Clash and the Pansy Division probably weren't either but somone along the way decided Sirius was some crazy punk rocker who had wonderful taste in music and that his favorite band was the Sex Pistols. I think whoever that was was a genious because the punker look fits the younger Sirius perfectly! Just a quick side-note, I will sometimes type "arse" because its habbit because I've lived in England my entire life but I will also type "ass" sometimes because I'll realize: Oh hey Cara, not everyone that reads this is going to be English. So if you get a bit confused, now you know why my writing is part English and part American. Also because I have a few American friends that won't understand everything I' saying because I use English words. It's funny how we speak the same language yet it's so different. Same with us and Australians or people with really thick accents. We all have different slang and a lot of todays people, not just youth, use a lot of slang. So it's difficult sometimes to talk to someone from another country (even English speaking countries). Wow, I've got an entire novel going here! This is me going off on a tangent again! I'm sorry, it happens constantly! Well, that's all for now. Cheers all!

Cara