I walked into the surprisingly rainless midday. I heard the doors slam behind me. I pulled out my schedule and read that my next class was Biology II with Mr. Banner. I walked to the building and opened the door.

The middle-aged man looked up from the computer and smiled with confusion in his eyes. His face brightened up when he realized who I was.

"Isabella Brandon, I take it?" he said.

I smiled. "Yes." I walked up to him and handed him the slip. He grabbed a pen from his desk and sprawled his messy signature. He handed me a textbook and looked at a seating chart.

"You will be sitting next to Edward Cullen," he pointed to a seat in the middle of the room. "Right over there."

I thanked him and carried my things effortlessly to the table. I flipped open to the page that we would be reading – getting the information from his mind.

I skimmed silently, knowing all of this stuff and more. I sighed and slammed the book shut. The go bell rang just as I shut it. The students piled in slowly, Mike – the blonde that was oblivious to the tiny talkative brunette girl pining after him – shook his head like a dog, spraying droplets of rain cross the floor.

The last person to walk in was Edward. I gazed at the black table, lightly tracing lines of pencil marks. I took out a pencil and drew graceful squiggles on a sheet of paper.

Edward sat stiffly next to me, scowling at the floor. I looked at him occasionally, my eyes studying his face. His eyes were black, and his posture stiff, as if he were controlling himself. He clutched a hand over his mouth and glared at me.

I do not know why that made me so sad. I flipped over the scrap paper and listened to Mr. Banner read aloud from the text book. He didn't look at my table, I made sure he didn't. it was another power of mine that I truly was not proud of. Mind control. I didn't use it often. I believed in having your own free will.

The six minute bell rang and I looked at the sketch I was drawing. It was of Edward. I crumpled up the paper and blushed furiously and Edward's gaze settled onto me as soon as I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.

The go bell rang throughout the room and Edward stood up quickly and walked gracefully out of the room. The children scattered quickly. I packed my things up and walked to my next class which was gym. Joy. Gym and I did not get along. I was clumsy and gym was persistent on finding new ways for me to run and trip and hurt others around me. I repeat, oh joy.

I walked in just before the late bell rang. I walked up to Coach Clapp and handed him the slip. He signed it and directed me to the changing room. He explained how we had uniforms – which was a big surprise – and that he had gotten one ready for me once my 'mother' called and told the school my size. Gym was every other day and I was expected on that other day to wash my gym clothes and bring them back.

Once the speech was over with, I changed in the girl's locker room, which smelled like sweat and blood, the other girls did not notice though because I had a nose better than a dog's.

Volleyball. Great, just great. I was split into a team and I stood off to the side. I was a klutz, but occasionally – mostly in danger, or when I was extra careful – my balance was fine. Today was not one of those days.

The ball came flying towards me and I shifted to the side, the ball hit the wall and rolled to the ground. People started to yell at me. I stood perfectly calm, prayed for good luck, picked up the ball and served it across the court.

A boy I did not know the name of hit the ball and made it fly towards Mike Newton. Unfortunately for him he wasn't paying attention and trying to think of different ways to approach me. It smacked him in the face. Hard. His nose started to drizzle with blood and I could smell the salty tears from here.

I gagged, I did not like the smell of blood. It was a disgusting combination of rust and salt.

Mike saw this as a gift from God. In his mind I had caused all of this – which I did. I would run over to him crying begging for forgiveness asking if he was okay. He would say it was just a scratch and I would kiss it and make it better.

Now, as you probably know a man's mind is nothing but sex. Or at least the men at this school. So, as you can tell, this fantasy automatically lead to me having sex with him on the floor.

But I didn't walk over to Mike and check if he was alright. Squashing his dream like a bug. Instead, I stood watching quietly.

Coach Clapp pulled away from Mike.

"Hey!" the boy that hit him called. "Why don't you suck it up like a man, Newton? It's barely a graze!"

Mike got up and looked around the room for me, extremely disappointed that his little sex dream did not plan out as well as he thought it would. He scowled at the boy, but then squared his shoulders. His gaze settled on me.

I walked over to Mike. "Hey, are you okay?"

He smiled broadly. The fantasy was back on, apparently. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just a scratch." He waited for the begging that would never come. The kiss that would never be.

I rolled my eyes. He didn't notice the gesture. "That is good, Mike, that is good."

Class ended soon, most learning quickly how I was not to be passed the ball. That was only after I tripped two people and hit one. Like I said, it comes and goes.

I changed. News traveling about how Mike was hit in the face, how it was my fault and instead of consoling the boy I stared like an idiot.

When I walked outside and looked for my car. I saw teens crowded around in a circle. I checked their mind and saw that they were 'oohing' and 'aweing' over my car. I passed the place where the silver Volvo was supposed to be, the spot empty.

Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie walked out of school and trained their eyes on me and where the car wasn't.

I blushed. I didn't like attention. I walked over to my car and gently pushed my way through the crowd, stumbling only once. I turned to them. "I really wouldn't enjoy running you over with my car, would you mind so terribly moving?"

"D-Do you know what type of car this is?"

"Um, no..." I shook my head. "I do not believe that I do."

"It's an Aston Martin. How the hell did you afford it?"

"I've been saving up," I lied. Well sort of, I have been saving up, but not for a car, not for anything in particular. "Now, can you please move?" They didn't. I scowled at the ground. I looked at them, my eyes turning a liquid black. "Move. Now." I commanded. They did, not willfully though.

I jumped into my car and turned it on. I waited for the line to have an opening and pulled out of the spot. I drove back to Charlie's house. Correction...my new home.

~Salem, Massachusetts. June, 1661.~

"Shakespeare again, Isabella?" Mary asked while sitting next to me.

I smiled. "Of course."

"Do you not tire of it?" Mary asked again. She touched the intricate pattern of her dress. She didn't wait for an answer, "Isabella, I had a dream last night. It was horrible. I could smell smoke, and feel flames licking at my skin." she started to cry, "I-It was dreadful."

I wrapped my arms around her, "Was it a Premonition?"

She shook her head, "I-I don't t-think so. I have never had a Premonition during my sleep." I froze, hearing the sound of wheel pulling across the dirt. Mary wiped her eyes, listening also. "Who is that?" she asked.

I listened, "They're a fair distance behind." I pulled Mary up and pushed her behind me.

"Who could be visiting us?" Mary questions. "We do not know anybody...Besides Betty."

I relaxed. "Yes. It's probably Betty. She was saying she wished to visit us."

Mary grabbed my hand excitedly. All thoughts of the nightmare vanishing. "Oh, Isabella, let's meet her outside, shall we?" Once again, she did not wait for my reply and pulled me outside.

A horse-drawn carriage pulled up the gravel. The whip hit the horse when it whined. The door opened and a man exited. An all too familiar man. His red eyes zeroed in on my younger sister.

"James."

~Forks, Washington.~

The next day, I arrived at my new school to find the Volvo gone and a red convertible in it's place. I had planned to ignore Edward, every single Cullen, actually. It would be much easier that way. They sparked my interest, and when I became attached, and I had to leave, it would hurt all the more. Now that he wasn't here, it might help. The other Cullens would still be here, but they kept to themselves, I had no classes with them, unlike Edward.

The week passed by slowly, nothing eventful happening. I finished furnishing my house over the weekend before Monday came once again.

I shut the door to my car, depressed that I didn't have my old one. My feet splashed in the muddy puddles. Suddenly, Mike walked up to me, his backpack slung across his shoulder and in danger of falling.

"Hey, uh, Bella." He smiled awkwardly. "I'm sure you already know that uh prom is coming up in a couple weeks."

I bit my lip, just realizing the posters hanging up, everywhere. "Yeah," I nodded. "Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, I um was wondering if you uh wanted to..." he blushed and looked down. "Go. I mean, go with m-me? Do you want to go to prom, with me?"

I looked at him, was he serious? Me? This never happened in Phoenix yet it seemed here that every single kid tried to get their hands on me. Why? "Oh, Mike..." I shook my head. "I don't think I can."

"Why not?" he demanded, his voice high-pitched in a whine. He almost stomped his foot.

"Are you that oblivious?" I asked.

"Oblivious? What do you mean?" he started to panic, thinking I was already going with someone and he didn't know.

"Mike, what about Jessica?" I asked while pushing open the cafeteria doors to get into the school. "She would be pretty upset if you didn't ask her."

"J-Jessica?" he seemed surprised.

I nodded. "Yes. Short girl, talkative, brown curly wild hair. She really likes you Mike, and I think you should ask her," I smiled. "Really. Plus, I don't dance," I shook my head and laughed a little. "Ever. I'll see you later, Mike."

I headed to Mr. Mason's building, ducking my head in the rain again as I made my wait out of the cafeteria.

We read Shakespeare out loud until the bell rang and I had to go to Government. Jessica walked up to me, a sad face.

"Hey, Bella."

"Hello, Jessica..." I looked her over. "You okay?"

She didn't respond, but instead pulled me along to Government. She left when the bell rang, not saying goodbye. Eric walked up to me asking what was wrong with Jess.

"I have no clue." I said as he walked me to Math even though he didn't have to. He bid me a sad goodbye and made sure I was sitting with them at lunch. I told him I didn't think I would, which made him sadder.

Mr. Varner gave up on calling me and left me be.

I walked to Mrs. Smith's class when the bell rang and I sat at my own table. She handed out pieces of paper and platters of paint. She told us to draw what we wanted, saying how she shouldn't have to tell us, but we should paint what we desire.

I smudged the paint across the paper, making an array of colors. Afterward, study hall came and then lunch. I walked to the building, eying the tables. It would be best to ignore Lauren so I chose an empty table near the entrance.

I couldn't help but look across the room to the Cullens' table. Instead of four chairs, like I expected to be occupied, five were. I stopped staring at Edward and my eyes flickered to his other siblings. Alice held Jasper's hand under the table. I knew she wasn't Mary-Alice, Mary was dead, but it was nice to imagine that Mary found love and didn't burn to death on the stake.

~Salem, Massachusetts. July, 1961.~

"James should be arriving soon," I informed my younger sister. He had been coming over almost every day since June. Mary hated it. She hated him. Everyone thought she was mad.

"Joy," she deadpanned.

"Mary-Alice.," I scolded jokingly, "You better be nice to this boy, he is our only chance to be lifted out of poverty."

"Very amusing, Isabella." Mary smiled despite the occasion. Mother and Father said the very same thing to me about a crude, vindictive boy that took a liking to me.

Mary looked in the mirror that she sat in front of. She requested that I brush her hair for her and James' outing.

"You are not doing it right," Mary informed me. I glared at her. "You start at the ends and work your way up."

I scowled and did as she said. I twisted parts of her hair in a bun and pinned it, letting it rest above the hair that lay against her back.

"You do not have to go with James, Mary," I said as Mary got up and picked a day gown out, "I could say that you were sick, or you had a meeting."

"Lying is a sin," she said. She picked up the light pink gown and walked up to me, ignoring the corset on the bed. She never wore one and I did not either. We both agreed that if we wore one all the time we would most likely die of suffocation. She slipped on the dress and I did up the lace on the back.

"Mary, what is wrong? You are not acting like yourself."

"He is going to ask my hand in marriage."

~Present~

She had claimed that she could not deny him in marriage, it was unheard of. I told her that she could do whatever she wanted. She was a witch, after all. I can only hope that she is looking down on me right now, with Mother and Father at her side.

Jasper, the one that made my sister's doppelganger so happy, looked at me. I smiled hesitantly and blushed at being caught staring.

The bell rang and I grabbed my books. Jessica walked up to me and glared. "Why didn't you sit with us?"

"I am sorry, Jessica." I apologized.

"I didn't get to tell you the great news," she squealed. "Mike asked me out!"

"That is wonderful," I said. "Excuse me, but I have to get to class. I'll see you tomorrow."

I walked to Biology and set my books on the desk. I sat next to Edward. His eyes were an astonishing liquid butterscotch. I could see the guilt in them. I did not need to read minds to know it was from the way he acted last week. It almost seemed like a dream by the way he smiled at me.

We had a worksheet to do, on our own. We both finished quickly, me before him. Although I pretended I was still working for a while. There was no need to draw unwanted attention.

"Hello, I'm Edward Cullen. I didn't get to introduce myself last week. I apologize for my uh...behavior. I had a cold..." he said. I detected an accent. Not an accent from another country, but an accent from another...era.

I decided to drop what I had seen the other week. It was obvious that he was lying.

"You must be Bella."

I raised an eyebrow. "Yes...I prefer Bella." The only one to call me Bella and not Isabella. Odd.

He realized what he said and looked away. "Uh, yes. How are you liking Forks?"

"It is wet," I stated. "I do not like the rain. I favor the Sun."

He chuckled darkly. "Then why did you choose Forks of all places to settle down in?"

I shrugged slightly. "A whim. My mother and father are very spontaneous." That was a lie. They were anything but. "My mother placed her finger upon a map, and it pointed to Forks."

He smiled. "Maybe it's fate."

"If you believe in that sort of stuff, I suppose it is." I agreed.

One thing I hated was the accent I had to drop, the accent Edward had. If I had kept it I would be talking with a British accent and speaking with a Shakespeare twang. Thou and thee do not really fit in today's language. I still talked properly, I noticed, much more proper than the next human.

People still stared at me. I could feel their eyes boring into my back. Their thoughts passed through my mind as if my own. Telepathy always gave me headaches, so I did not use it often. Mortals were still amazed at what I had done last Monday.

Mr. Banner walked up to us, resting a hand on each of our shoulders. "Done already?" He didn't like Edward. He always tried to catch him not listening, but Edward always got the correct answer. "I appreciate you helping, Isabella, Edward, but she should really be doing work on her own."

He must have forgotten I like Bella. Isabella reminds me of how old I truly am. I opened my mouth to correct him, on both accounts.

"Bella," Edward put extra emphasis on my name, "Did all of the work herself."

"Really?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Yes," I confirmed. "I was in honors Biology. I did this months ago." It was surprisingly not a lie. I had also learned this a couple years ago when I was a Junior, and a couple years before that, and so on.

He looked a little angry that he had not caught Edward cheating. He smiled falsely, although he tried to make it as real as possible.

Once he walked away, Edward continued his round of questions. "Where have you lived before?"

Going against all my morals, I tried to read his mind, but found something odd. That something being...nothing. It was blank, as if he were not sitting here, although I knew he was, I was staring into his beautiful eyes while doing so.

"I have lived in many places. My favorite being Italy," I smiled fondly, "My family and I settled down in Volterra."

His face was panic-stricken. I wonder why. I wish I could find out. The one time that I truly am curious of a mortal's – is he human? – mind and I cannot access it. "Volterra?"

I nodded. "Yes. Or just outside Volterra anyway. I have also lived in Greece. That was beautiful. Have you heard their mythology? It is amazing."

Edward nodded. "I like the Goddess Aphrodite, she reminds me of my older sister. Rosalie," he paused before asking another question. "Who are your parents?"

"Katherine and Johnathan Brandon." I answered. I decided not to lie about my parents. Something about him, made me want to confess everything.

"Do you have any siblings?"

And so I said something I had told no other. "I did. Her name was Mary-Alice, but I called her Mary. She died in a fire."

"I-I'm so sorry." he said sadly.

"It's quite alright," I smiled. I patted his hand, hoping my gesture to be comforting. I pulled back, his hand was freezing. He hid it hand under the table. I caught his eye. "Are you okay?"

He nodded. "Uh, yes, just from the cold."

He was lying. I smiled though, again not calling him out on it. "Cold hands, warm heart." He scoffed quietly. I would not have heard it had I not had supernatural hearing.

The bell rang and Edward got up gracefully, leaving once again without a goodbye. I shrugged, trying to hide my sadness, and walked to gym.

Mike walked up to me after I changed into my gym clothes and got out of the locker room. He was irritated, that was obvious.

"She and Edward were pretty cozy," he thought jealously, "Practically screwing each other right in the middle of class."

A teenager's thoughts were very interesting. Tangled with envy, anger, angst, and so more. He stood next to me, without voicing his thoughts. Why would he though?

"So, uh, what were you and Edward talking about?" he finally asked.

I smiled. Although it was none of his business, It would be rude not to answer, "He was just curious if I was settling down alright."

"That's weird. The Cullens never talked to anyone else. They keep inside their own little social circle."

I shrugged, not quite know how to respond. Mike bounced back from his jealously quickly. As soon as Coach Clapp walked in and told us to pair up.

I held the racket in my hand. Who ever thought this was a good idea should be damned to the fiery pits of Hell. I flew the ball in the air and tried to hit it with the racket. The racket flew from my hand and skittered across the ground a couple feet away from me. Mike, ever the hero, jumped in front of me and hit the ball. He continued to save our game while I dodged tennis balls trying to grab my racket.

I got hit in the head twice and screamed at more than once to get "the hell out of the way". I scowled at the floor as I once again tried to serve the retched ball.

We won against our components Or should I say, Mike won while I stood awkwardly in the background, trying not to interfere.

Coach Clapp told us to change and Mike high-fived me. I told him he did great before leaving. I changed in a secluded corner before running out in the rain, happy that the day was over.

I got into my car, still extremely angry that it had to be so attention grabbing. Why had I not bought a used one? It was pathetic how horrible I was in gym. I may not be good at sports, but I was ruthless.

~Rome, Italy. 1703~

I was bitter, but I suppose I was bitter a lot these past couple years. I picked up the skirt of my dress and walked with my head held high amongst the Italians. They would gawk, I would grin. Since Mary had died, my personality had changed, much.

I have become blood thirsty. Nay, I am no murderer. I do not kill innocent people just for the sick, twisted enjoyment of it. I prowled the cobbled streets. I heard a young woman's Italian voice that stopped me.

"No, per favore non!"

"No, please don't!" I translated quickly.

I picked up the hem of my dress and ran to the alleyway. Her bodice was on the ground, and she covered herself shamefully whilst trying to push her attacker away.

I narrowed my eyes and pushed my mind shield out. The man flew against the building, his head crashing to the wall. My eyes found the crown of his head, seeing the gash, and the blood flowing out and sticking into his long, dirty curls.

He tried to get up, but I held him frozen in another of the shields. I pushed out and he was thrust against the wall. A sharp pebble floated in the air by an invisible force. The rock scraped against his jugular. I walked up to him and pulled out the dagger that was strapped to my leg. I kept the rock to his throat and shoved the blade into his stomach up to the hilt.

I took back the dagger and wiped his blood off his grimy shirt. I strapped it back on my calf and turned to the young woman.

She held the bodice up to her chest and cried, "Grazi, grazi!"

The man slid to the ground as I slit his throat with the sharp rock, using much force. Ruthless.

Hope you guys liked it. Leave a comment if you want. Thanks for all the favoriting and alerting. Makes me feel special. :)

Thanks to my usual beta for doing the usual.

I combined chapters, that's why it's so long. This chapter was only going to be 3 pages, and the next, six. I decided to put 'em all together. I'm a little iffy on the ending, but my friend said she liked it when I asked her if I should remove it. Plus, I kinda wanted Bella to have a back bone. You know? She's not human, she can protect herself, and others.

If you have any suggestions on how I could improve, please do tell.