Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or characters, Stephenie Meyer does. I own plot and extra characters.
"You're fucking shitting me right?" I asked him staring at the giant church located in the middle of New York.
We'd arrived here yesterday, and had enrolled ourselves in the school my siblings were located in…well my half siblings, Phil's and Renee's kids. Fuck they'd had goddamned fraternal twins.
"They go to a catholic school!" I screeched and then pointed down at the hideous uniform I'd been forced to fix the evening prier.
"Deal with it!" my pack all growled.
"B-b-but we might have to pray!" I whispered in agony.
"Then tell them no!" Rufus shouted causing people to stare.
"Shut up, just shut the fuck up. Okay? I don't want to deal with any shit today. We have to find my siblings, speak to my mother, and then fucking try not to murder Phil."
"Breathe with me Bella," Rufus said suddenly gathering me in his arms, it was only then I realize I was shaking and on the verge of a phase.
"Shit," I mumbled. "I don't think I can do this."
"You can!" Danny, one of my pack members growled, his silvery shaded hair falling in front of his eyes, hiding the liquid blue.
"Alright…" I mumbled and then we trudged off towards the school.
A group of students stood at the windows above the entrance to the private catholic school, watching as the new group of students walked towards the doors.
"She's a babe," Victor mumbled to himself but everyone heard him anyway.
"She is," Ben nodded in agreement. "She's not anorexic like your sister or the other girls in our school." He was silent for a moment. "What's with all the guys? It's like there a cult or something."
"Or something," Richard the leader mumbled. He pressed his face closer to the glass causing a squeaking to portray. Instantly the group outside and below them looked up, their gazes catching him in the window.
"What the fuck?" Victor said distressed. "They couldn't have heard that!" But they watched as the group below just smiled at them and waved.
"There's something wrong here." Charles the fourth and last member muttered.
"Obviously!" Richard snarled beginning to wonder why the girl resembled his mother so much. We are not related! He told himself sternly. Stop wishing for your sister Bella to finally show! He sighed and ran a hand through his thick black hair, allowing it to fall in front of his dark brown eyes, just like his mothers, and just like his sister Bella's she'd told him and his sister Scarlett. "Let's get out of here," He told his gang. "Mass starts in ten."
"God I hate Jesus," Victor groaned. (A/N: No Flames please! I didn't mean it. Jesus doesn't suck if you love him! Victors just a Jesus freak hater.) "It pisses me off when I see the little goody too shoes walking down the hall with their uniforms fucking perfect, and their Jesus Lover buttons pinned to their jackets."
"Deal with it!" Charles said to him, repeating the same words unknowingly that Bella's pack had just said to her about the same topic previously.
"Maybe we'll catch a better glimpse of the new group." Richard grumbled as he trudged out of the vacant class room and into the swarming student filled hallway. "Watch it!" He nearly shouted at a first year that accidentally bumped into him.
"S-sorry Richard," The kid said and suddenly he realized it was Nathaniel Benet the little kid that was always picked on for being different.
"Hey man it's Okay!" Richard said apologizing, I'm having a ruff morning, didn't mean to take it out of you!" he ruffled Nathan's white gold curly hair, smiled and then walked away. Just because he was the school jock and team captain of the football, basketball, and soccer teams didn't mean he had to be a dick like his friends were.
Man I wish I could talk to my sister Bella…Just once and I'd ask her how her high school life was. If she was popular or dated the schools out cast. But knowing how beautiful his mother was, if Bella looked anything like her she'd be a knock out.
Damn… he thought. Wishing on a dream. He knew Bella sent him and his sister gifts all the time didn't mean she'd come with them.
He sighed for the umpteenth time that morning and then stalked off to morning Mass. He heard his sister behind him, and felt that little twin tingle that always connected them. He waited for her to catch up and then continued to their destination.
"Do these tights make my ass look big?" I asked my pack pulling my skirt up higher and then bending down to tighten the black laces of my cherry red high–topped Converse.
I stood up regally, flaunting myself in front of the meshed group the pack had made outside the giant church doors. I'd pulled my black required uniform skirt up until it was mid thigh and had played it up with my white and black striped knitted cotton tights. I'd left the collar of my shirt unbuttoned only once, and then had loosely tied the required scarlet colored ribbons around my neck. I particularly liked the metal roses that were the buttons on the blazer and side of the skirt.
"You don't even need to ask," Rufus growled in annoyance. "You know you always look perfect. It's us you should be worried about. We look nothing like the wealthy families of New York."
"Oh yes you do," I mumbled staring at my pack. "You all look rakish and sexy, and drop dead edible…I doubt even the teachers will be able to keep their hands off you." I smiled at them adoringly and they all blushed pink and then smiled back bashfully.
"Okay, Okay, quit with the compliments, you're going to keep me in permanent blush." Marcus muttered.
The church bells rang startling us out of our conversation and allowing us to notice that all the students had filed inside.
I flung open one of the closed doors and lightening struck outside. "You have got to be fucking kidding me." I hissed when I heard the gasps of the students inside.
"Oh you evil thing you!" Rufus whispered in my ear giving my ass a pat, I glared at him over my shoulder but walked farther in to the sanctuary.
"Oh!" The minister who was walking up to the platform said. "Y-you you must be the new students."
"Mhmmm…" I said, and then walked forward into the extremely large church noting the hand crafted details that went into the design. Stained glass windows portrayed great religious battles and poses of Jesus and Mary shone along the room as the sunlight touched them. The ceiling was hand painted with pictures of naked baby angles and gold trim filled along underneath it. All in all it was extremely majestic.
"T-there's so many of you!" The priest stumbled over his words and I noticed that the students and teachers all appeared shocked at this. What? Was the priest in front of us always perfect?
"There is isn't there?" I asked him walking forward and noticing that he took a step back. "What's wrong?" I asked him grinning. "Surely what just happened happens all the time."
"Y-you can take a b-bench in the f-front," He stuttered once again. "Would you like to wash your hands in holy water first?" He asked us suddenly.
Rufus laughed thick and dark. "Sacrilege?" He asked. "I don't think so." He walked forward and the pushed me along. "Besides," He said to the priest. "We don't pray. But we'll watch, and then maybe later we can give you our opinions."
God Rufus was fucking with the guy. I laughed and saw the priest freeze up. "Come along Bella," Rufus said loudly. "Guys, let's take our seats."
We we're just passing a group of students seated in one of the many benches when one spoke to me. "Y-y-your s-skirt is too s-short." She reprimanded and I noticed that her outfit was perfectly pristine and she had a Jesus lover button pinned to her blazer. God I hate Jesus freaks, I thought.
"It is isn't it?" I asked her and then I continued my walk to the bench the priest had pointed out and sat down, plopping my feet up on the empty bench in front of me. God I loved screwing with people.
Murmurs began along the crowd and I turned to my pack and smiled. Then I whispered a command too low for humans to hear. "If any of you imprint I don't fucking care. You will not, under my orders, tell your imprintee or any other person for that matter, who and what we are."
They all grumbled their agreement and then turned to face the priest who was now sweating buckets. "Good day students, teachers…" He began and then soon my pack and I were lost in the thrum of his voice, not noticing the words, only the thick velvet of his voice. It soothed, like priests were supposed to, made you wish to be saved…but we could never be saved, and that shit with the lightening bolt freaked me the fuck out.
"Major babe Richard…" I heard the whispered words come from behind me, and the name of my brother and turned my head to catch the glance of a group of teenagers that were staring at me and my pack. Two of them stuck out to me, each of them had straight black hair and dark chestnut brown eyes just like my mother. The female sneered at me but then looked at me shocked when her brother murmured something too low in her ear for me to hear.
I turned away and focused back on the sermon and then quickly stood up when the mass finally ended accidentally bumping into a small white gold curly haired kid and knocking his books from his hands.
"So sorry!" He said instantly.
"No big," I told him bending down to help him pick up his books, ignoring the annoyed looks some of the bigger people gave the boy. "What's your name?" I asked him once I'd helped to gather all his books. I was suddenly interested in this boy, the scent coming off him was distantly wolfish, and the color and shape of his eyes reminded me of a wolf.
"Nathaniel Benet," He said barely audible.
"Great name for a cute guy." I told him seriously, doing the first nice thing of the day. I kissed him on the cheek and then whispered; "Bye Nathan, maybe we can hang sometime. Were really not that scary." I smiled at him and he blushed and then smiled back timidly.
"Thanks…" He whispered.
I turned and walked away my pack following, Rufus kept direct pace with me giving me curious glances as he did. "What was with that?" He asked.
"He smelled wolf." I told him and he looked shocked.
"A werewolf? Here?"
"Apparently," I said offhandedly.
My pack and I caught the glances of the group I'd seen previously and we all smiled deviously. I saw barely a hint of recognition go over my siblings faces as they stared at me…probably thinking I look an awful lot like Renee.
"Hello," I said to them. "My names Bella and these are my friends." I smiled my mega watt smile at them and then said. "We'd appreciate it if you didn't stare." And then we walked out of the church and to our first classes.
"Something tells me." Rufus mumbled. "That you're enjoying this job far too much."
"Maybe," I whispered…but something told me that he was right.
Jacob Black stared at the manly ball that was his friend and sighed annoyed.
"What the fuck Sam?" He growled. "Bella's not going to come back to you if you continue to act this way."
"Oh God Jacob," He whispered brokenly and Jacob winced. "I didn't think when I told her, didn't tell her that it wasn't Emily that mattered…only the baby. That it would always be her but I was excited about the baby too. But there is no baby and I'm so fucking stupid!"
"Come on man…" Jacob whispered. "Get up, we need to get you ready to get back Bella."
"Where are we going?" Sam asked incoherently, his mind to fixed on images of Bella.
"We're going to get you cleaned up…" Jake said. "And then we're choosing the youngest members of our pack and heading to New York."
"Bella!" Sam whispered.
"Yes, to Bella. But you better not fuck this up Sam, or I fucking swear I will kill you."
"Okay! I'm going to Bella…" He kept whispering inside and outside of his mind, his voice strained and cracked from days without usage. "I love you Bella," He whispered to the thin air when Jacob left to grab a towel and new razor.
"I love you so much…"
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XOXO IThinkImParanoid
P.S. Next stop...who knows I think I've come to a writers block! OH SHIT!