Author's Note: Hi everyone, here's chapter 2.

Off-Note: i reread the first chapter and realized that both Edward and Alice have a very short life expectency for Bella. 56 years have pasted since they left, but that doesn't mean Bella would be dead, she'd only be about 74 years old if she was still live human years. yes Bella is a vampire in this fic, how original of me. Maybe my Edward and Alice where thinking of when people live shorter lives, who knows.

Also, most of you will notice that some of the things that went about in My vamp Bella's first is similar to Stephenie Meyer's human Bella's first day. i did this on purpose so that i could do the whole Deja Vu thing. Just read and you'll understand.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Character's or Themes in this Fic, Stephenie Meyer's does.

Chapter 2

First Day

I pulled up at Forks High School and felt a wave of familiarity about the place once again wash over me.

Feeling frustration bottle up inside me, I slammed my poor car's door shut as I got out of it into the cool, humid air around me and looked at my "new" school.

The high school was certainly smaller than the previous high schools I had gone to.

I wander in the direction I thought the front office to be.

I ignored the curious glances that where directed my way. I was used to them, so there was no point getting embarrassed by them, it would only make them stare more.

I finally spotted a sign that said Front Office on it and walked awkwardly towards it.

A cool, rippling feeling suddenly came over me and I shuddered, my head turn in the direction I felt the feeling had come.

A pair of bright golden eyes met my equally as gold ones.

A girl, my age, maybe older, I don't know, was staring at me with disbelief. She was shorter then me, by several inches. Her thick black hair was short and spiky. But it was really her golden eyes that fascinated me.

They where gold! How many people do you know, who have golden eyes?

Plus, she was a Vampire and the same sort as me, hence the golden eyes.

I realised there where more of them. Five of them all up; three males and another female plus her.

We kept up the staring contest up for several seconds, before two of the members of her group, two males, looked at her with worried expressions and after a moment the other two looked worried also.

The tiny Vampire girl laughed off their concern and started to bounce off towards one of the building, a huge dark haired boy and a golden hair girl following after her, but two, the first two to show concern for the tiny vamp, looked at each other then in my direction. Moving as quickly as I could, I walked into the front office, knowing that the two boys hadn't seen me.

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy run threw me. Never had I seen such closeness within a Vampire Coven, not that I really know much about the relationships within covens. I had never been in one nor invited to join one.

Most Vampires keep away from me, which is fine by me cause I keep just as much away from them.

Inside, the room was brightly lit and warmer then I expected. The office was small, though. With a little waiting area with soft, but old cushion chairs, a big digital clock was beeping away on the far wall, almost hidden by the cabinets of trophies and awards that line up on three of the walls. The forth wall, well there was a long counter, cluttered with papers and stuff. There were three desks behind the counter and at one was a small, blonde, freckled face woman in her late twenties, maybe early thirties. She was dressed in a causal blue shirt with a logo printed on it that I didn't know. Suddenly I felt overdressed with my good jeans and pretty, but simple long sleeve blue shirt. I sighed; I could never get with the fashion.

The blonde woman looked up, startled from her paper work to find me standing there.

"Can I help you?" she asked me, in what I guess was a professional voice, probably trying to cover up the fact that she hadn't realised I was standing there.

"I'm Isabella Masen." I informed her; she looked at me curiously but went about looking me up on the computer.

Isabella? I don't know why, but that name means a lot to me, though I prefer Bella, but that beside the point. Also when I was found after becoming a vampire that was what he had called me.

"Bella! What happen to you? What did they do to you?"

I flinched as I heard his voice inside my head. I hear voices inside my head; actually I only hear two, both male and both very important to me and only one of them I have met in person.

"Here's your schedule and a map of the school. The blonde said brightly, once she had founded me on the enrolment list.

She happily went through my classes with me, highlighting the best ways to each one on the map and gave me a slip of paper that needed to be signed by all my new teachers.

Once we were done with all that she smiled at me and wished me good luck and hoped that I'd enjoy my living in Forks. Ha. But I smiled at her as sincerely as I could muster.

I put all the pieces of paper into my bag and with a wave goodbye to Blondie, I left, pulling the hood of my jacket up, over my head, hiding my face pretty much from view.

Once I had gotten around the cafeteria, building three was easy to spot. A large black "3" was pained on the white square in the east corner.

My unneeded breaths of air came out in gasps. It's stupid, I, a blood-sucking Vampire was scared stiff of human kids, does that seem even the slightest bit logical to you?

The classroom was small. The class within the classroom was away too big for the room, everyone was crowed around desks that where meant for four but now sited six to eight people.

I hung my jacket up on one of the many hooks on the wall. I also notice that my deathly pale skin wouldn't stick out here much. I pulled a face, I was having yet another deja vu moment, but like the others I ignored it.

I walked up to the teacher, a small, red haired man, whose desk had a nameplate identifying him as Mr Jackson, my new English teacher. Yeah, English first up; my impression on this place wasn't growing any brighter the dark storm clouds out side.

"Name?" he asked me as I came to stand in front of him, holding out the slip of paper with my name clearly in sight.

Though irritated I answered calmly. "Isabella Swa…Masen" I corrected myself quickly. Mr Jackson gave me an odd looked before directing me to a "spare" sit in the middle row.

As I walked to the sit, I frown in concentration. What had I almost said? "Swa…?"

I pulled a face and sat down, head low, feeling my shyness rise several more notches, as the people already sited at the table stared at me curiously. I heard a dark red haired girl whisper "She's so pale!"

"Yeah, but no more paler then the other newbie's." muttered her neighbour.

"Maybe their related." Whispered another girl, with wild curly dark hair.

"Nah," said the girl sitting beside her, who looked like her twin, "they came a week apart; no way, they could be related. Plus aren't they all adopt and fostered and stuff."

"I don't get that, they all have golden eyes." Complain her twin.

"Contact lenses, maybe." Her twin calmly replied.

"She has sort of golden eyes." The other twin argued, only to be shushed by the rest of the table.

I kept my head down as the class went by. I was asked no questions and I didn't put my hand up to answer any.

And that was pretty much how my morning of classes went. I knew right away in English that I was going to be bored stiff with all the books we were going to read, since I had already read all of them, but it was also a comfort, since I wouldn't be behind.

After English, as I was trying to find my next class a boy with a mouth full of braces came up to me.

"You're Isabella Masen, aren't you?" he looked like a geek, a computer geek with the round; thick glasses, but a helpful one, which was the point.

"Bella." I corrected. Why was I getting déjà vu galore today?

I noticed nearly every in my English class was staring at us and I let my head fall.

"Where's your next class?" he asked, trying to make me looked him in the face. He wanted to see my pretty, strange eyes. I pulled a face in my hood, before lifting my head to stare at him. He looked like some had just hit him over the head with a baseball bat, when I looked him fully in the face.

I looked in my bag at my class schedule. "Um, Senior Science, with Mr Griffiths, in building six."

Gosh, I'm not that interesting! Look somewhere else. I thought, for everyone was still looking at us.

"I'm in building four, I could show you the way." He said eagerly, I rolled my eyes, but to him I smiled at him.

"I'm Andrew." He said as if he had only just remembered his own name.

"Nice to meet you." I said, smiling tentatively.

"So where were you before you came here?" he asked, trying to build a conversation, I notice that we had quite an audience.

"Um, Phoenix." I mumbled without thinking. Then I stopped, wait a minute I have never been to Phoenix in my life! Why in the world did I say I came from there? Though I do love the sun.

Andrew didn't seem to notice my silent battle and continued with the conversation, though what good it would do, I had no idea.

"Different from here?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's sunny." I grumbled.

"No rain?"

"Nope."

"You don't look tanned." He said looking at my exposed pale skin.

"I'm part albino." I joked without humour.

He grinned slightly and led me back around the cafeteria, past what I guessed was the gym (shudder) then stopped in front of the building I needed to go into.

"Thanks" I said, smiling at him and watch in amusement as his face went slightly red.

"Yeah, well, good luck." He said before he gave me a friendly wave and ran back out into the rain.

The next class followed in the similar fashion as the first, once again I was left alone when it came to picking the victim for the next question nor did I try to answer any.

After two more classes I began to recognize people, though their names slipped my mind the moment I was told them.

The twins who had been in my English class and my Senior Science class walked me to the cafeteria for lunch.

They where tiny, even to me and I'm five feet four inches. They also had the curliest hair I had ever seen in my life. I couldn't remember their names, I wasn't even sure if I had even been told them, they had the attitude that everyone in the school was meant to know who they where even if you didn't.

But I didn't hold that against them, they where friendly enough, chattering away about different teachers and which ones to look out for, as well students. I didn't bother trying to keep up with them, I just let them go and I guessed that was just best.

The three of us sat down at a very crowded table in the middle of the cafeteria, in view of everyone. The twins introduced me to everyone at the table and like with the students I recognized in my classes their names slipped my mind almost as immediately after I was told them.

The group seemed impressed by how easily the twins could speak to me, though really I didn't say much back, but still they where impressed.

Once everyone at the table had settled back into their normal lunch time routine, I looked around the cafeteria, searching. And after, only a moment of searching I found the ones I was looking for.

They were sitting, together, in the far corner of the cafeteria, taking no heed in what was going on around them, just focused upon themselves. Well, maybe not all of them. The dark, spiky hair vamp girl was looking around the cafeteria, like me, searching, for…well I guess me, like I had been searching for her.

And now she found me.

Her and my eyes locked for a moment and a silent message went between us. We needed to talk and to talk alone.

Then we both looked away from each other and back at our groups.

But even looking away for a moment was a fight. I didn't see many of my kind, especially not in a school. And so many of them too, in almost perfect harmony with each other. I gathered that they must have been old, older then me probably, to be able to be so comfortable with each other.

I glanced back at the group and notice that one of the boys was staring at me; he had bronze like hair and seemed to be more lanky and less bulking then the other two boys. Also he had been one of the ones who had shown the most concern for pixie girl.

Our eyes met and he immediately looked away. I felt a sudden strange desire to walk up to him and yell at him, for god knows what reason. But I felt really mad that he had looked away from me. The jerk!

I leant over the table, my arms crossed on the table and my chin resting on them. No one took any heed in the fact that I ate none of my lunch.

Edward's Point of View

Alice was doing it again, fidgeting and looking about as if she really was looking for someone. It was frustrating as hell, not knowing what was bothering her so.

Plus all the knowing thoughts from the children all worked up about the "new girl". Well I guess for them six new students in two weeks was big, but still it was pathetic.

And the imagers of the new girl wasn't putting me in an any better mood. For though I could see her in the minds of the children (mainly males), I couldn't see her clearly, her face was a total blur. This has never happen to me before; to not see a picture clearly even when I am seeing it in so many, young minds, but that is the truth. I couldn't see this girl's face.

Alice looked around the cafeteria again, still searching. I'd probed elbow on to the table and leant my chin on it, watching her survey the room.

Then she froze, no one else notice, but I did, I had nothing else to do, so I noticed.

She was staring at the large, over crowded table in the centre of the room; I tilted my head ever so slightly to look at what exactly Alice was looking at. A girl, sitting at the end of the over crowded, centre table was staring at Alice.

I felt excitement go off in Alice's head and then she looked away as did the girl.

Alice didn't look back at the girl or at me; she kept her eyes focused on the opposite wall, not paying the slightest attention to anyone else. She was hatching a plan, I just knew it.

I looked back at the girl and found she was looking too and I realised what she was.

She was like us. A vampire! A vegetarian vampire!

I was a little surprised that I didn't recognize her. I thought I knew all of us who where vegetarian, but apparently not.

I open up my mind to sift threw her thoughts, to find out exactly who she was, how old she was in both human and vampire years. And what Alice's great interest in her was, I guessed that this girl had some part to play in Alice's sudden desire to return to Forks.

Nothing.

I could read nothing from her. Nothing at all. It was like I had hit a wall, an impenetrable wall.

I had never had this happen to me either.

Wait… yes I had. My stomach tighten and my anger at myself rose. I had never been able to read her mind.

I looked away from the girl, who looked far to much like her to my liking.

I closed my eyes and pinched my nose as I always did to try and calm myself down, but even doing this didn't stop the memories of her from coming back to me. Her smile, her scent; the face she pulled when she was being forced into going shopping with Alice, the feeling of how she felt in my arms

I got up from the table ignoring the startled looks from the rest of my family; I left the cafeteria as fast as I could without raising any suspicion.

Bella's Point Of View

It was after school and I was waiting, nervously under the shade of a very big, green tree, growing next to the students' car park.

I fidgeted unhappily, though I had been longing for this moment, ever since lunch time, I now dreaded it.

No one noticed me hiding in the shadows of the tree as they walked to their cars, happy to finally be able to go home, or shopping or whatever they where all planning to do.

"I can't believe it."

I jumped and spun around, almost tripping over my feet as I did so. The tiny vamp girl was staring at me, once again disbelieve took up most of her facial expression, but I could see horror in her face too.

Then she hugged me.

I didn't see that coming!

She hugged me tightly, as if she refused to let me go.

"Why didn't you come and try to find us?" she demanded hotly, once she realised me from her death grip.

I stared her blankly.

"What do you mean? Why didn't I come looking for you?" I asked, brushing a stray lock of hair away from my face and stared at her confused.

A hurt look flashed across her face.

"I know he hurt you, in leaving you and all, but you didn't have to go threw this alone, you know, we could have helped." She grumbled at me.

I was still confused. Who had hurt me? And how? Was he the one who bit me? No, it didn't sound like she was talking about my change, plus she had asked me why I hadn't come looking for them.

"And who changed you?" She added, her face scowling now. Bingo, he who hurt me, didn't hurt me that way.

"I don't know." I said simply. Her scowl fade and sadness replaced it.

"You don't know who changed you?" she asked gently. I nodded my head.

"Well, that won't do." She said, suddenly sounding brisk and business like.

"We'll go back to the house and sort it out there. Wow, everyone's going to be over the moon to see you, especially Edward." She was practically bouncing now.

"What's the matter?" She asked, suddenly taking in my face. I gulped nervously.

"I…I'm sorry, but…I…. I don't know who you are." I stammered.

The looked that went across her face was heart breaking. She looked as if I had hit her and told her I hated her guts and never wanted to see her again.

"You don't know who I am." She whispered the pain evident in her voice. I nodded miserably

She bit her lip, as if to hold back tears, that she and I both knew could never fall, but still she looked close to letting them.

"I'm Alice." She whispered and took my hand gently. She looked up at me hopeful. Nothing.

No sudden flashes of memories streaming in front of my face!

Just nothing.

"I'm sorry." I whispered again and started to pull away, but she didn't realise my hand from her iron grip.

"No you're not going anywhere." She said, sounding far more like she had been earlier, just without the bounce.

"Where do you live?" she asked and without much thought, I told her.

"Alright then let's go." She said and we did.

Author's Note: rather long chapter, sorry.

Also sorry about Edward, about if he seemed like a total ass. No matter how i wrote his part in this chapter, i couldn't make him seem more like him. It almost got to the point where I was thinking of removing Edwards bit from this chapter, but i wanted him in here, grumbling and all. But I hope he wasn't to bad and too out of character for people. I just tried to discribe in here as a guy, whose very down and has been for a while, 56 years, i wonder why, so yeah. Next time he comes up he'll just be really, really depressed. Why? you'll find out soon, hopefully next chapter, (whisper: i haven't written it yet, HOME WORK rather HARD!!!!)

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