Alright, we have made it to the main story line. For those of you who are curious as to how I'm going to go about the story of Twilight I've got my own little rendition in mind that incorporates the OC's that I have. I hope that it will be refreshingly original, not that the Twilight story is bad or anything. Personally I find the books after the first one to be increasingly more frustrating but that's because I don't like drama that much. I'm more of an action kind of person.

But I'm also the kind of guy that doesn't like to bore people with long author's notes at the beginning unless I have reviews that I need to respond to. I'm actually a little disappointed in the amount of reviews that I have so far. I mean, is it that hard to spend an extra sixty seconds or so to tell me what your thoughts are concerning my story? I know I don't always give a review to the chapters that I read and I'm not expecting people to review every single chapter religiously but some more feedback would be appreciated.

Anywho: On with the story!

--2007--

I roared down the interstate on my 2004 Heritage Softail. Of all the places I could be heading for a bit of down time and recuperation Forks, Washington was definitely not one of the places that I would be choosing. However, it was where another government Meta-human lived and worked as Chief of Police. Charles Xavier Swan was a telepath and a powerful one too. He had been married once, to a girl right out of high school, he was just two years older than her. However he'd realized that she really didn't love him that way it was his mental abilities that coerced her into loving him. He slowly backed her out of the relationship by removing whatever he had laced into her personality and they divorced after five years of marriage. She was naturally a flighty person and had moved away. Since then he preferred his solitude, easier to not manipulate people when you weren't surrounded by them.

That was one reason why I was heading to Forks. The other reason was that Charles, or Charlie as he preferred to be known as, had discovered that a coven of Cold One's had taken residence in the small backwater town. Afraid of his own abilities, and knowing that if they were hostile and they found out he was watching them he couldn't manipulate all seven vampires and get away. So he called in to James Moor who informed Kyle who dispatched me to the area.

All of my things had already been sent ahead of me but I preferred to travel the open road. When you're immortal like I am you are never in too much of a hurry, you have all the time in the world to get something done. It pissed off many of my superiors greatly when I performed trivial tasks at a leisurely pace when they wanted the task to be completed immediately. I smirked at the thought of the higher ups getting all red in the face and flustered as I calmly performed each and everything they asked me to do (go monitor the emigration of these Meta-humans from Poland to America, go watch Robert's fifteen year old son for a month, go show the new recruits how it's really done) at my own pace. It was a bit of payback for what was perhaps the most agonizing hour of my one hundred forty-two years.

Ann was right about it going to hurt like a bitch. Words couldn't even begin to describe the burning sensation as the needles poked through my skin and began to bond Adamantium to my skeleton. I was poked no less than three hundred times.

The other purpose for that experiment was to get a sample of my DNA. The higher ups had wanted a Meta-human like me that they could control, but with Robert, Godfredson, Kyle, Ann, and James (who was superior to all of us but subordinate to the "higher ups") watching them, and Ann doing all the experimentation, there was no way that they were going to get what they had originally wanted. Ann would give them a clone of me alright, but she would take her own sweet time doing it and she wanted to have the procedure perfect before starting. Meaning that she wanted to use my DNA to fabricate an artificial egg for me and use some guy's sperm to fertilize it. It would then be around sixty years before my "offspring" would be able to be trained. A side detail that the higher ups had failed to take into account.

Stopping in a small town just inside the border of Washington State I bought myself a bottle of beer from a bar and paused to drink it and smoke my cigar. It was cold outside, it was March after all and though I wasn't affected by the cold much it looked suspicious for a girl my apparent age to be standing outside a bar drinking a beer and smoking a Cuban. But it was the anniversary of Robert's death and I always took time to remember him in this way.

Robert had lived out his predictions, dying at the age of seventy in 1995. Prior to that some twenty year old chick right out of college had a fetish for old men and had gotten pregnant with his kid. He left her his house and money, both of which were substantial, to care for little Damian Kyle. Damian wasn't so little anymore though, standing five feet eleven inches at fifteen years of age. It was yet to be determined whether he had his father's abilities as a warlock.

I still had to get to Forks by nightfall so I finished my beer quickly and extinguished my half used cigar. I was returning to my motorcycle when some policemen walked up behind me. Great, I was probably going to get taken in for "underage drinking" and was going to have to spend several hours explaining to the local police that I was a government agent that was old enough to be their great-great-grandmother.

"Excuse us ma'am," the taller of the two policemen said, "but I'm afraid I need to see your ID. You look a little young to be drinking."

Knowing that they'd probably detect that my license was a "fake ID" I handed them what they wanted. They looked at it for a moment before "I'm afraid you're going to have to come in with us ma'am."

"Look," I said, "I have to get somewhere before dark. The beer I've drank isn't going to affect me. And I have another ID," I pulled out the one that I used when I wasn't getting beer that said I was eighteen, "but this one is what you would call "fake" too. Why? Because I'm not what I appear to be."

"That's alright ma'am," the shorter one, Officer James Bond (I had to laugh inwardly at that one) by the looks of his name plaque, said, "You still need to come in with us."

I groaned but climbed into the back of the squad car and sat sulkily as they drove me to the station. It was still early afternoon today and it would take me the rest of the day to drive to Forks provided I stayed below the speed limit. Course now that I was being detained I would get the pleasure of driving much faster than was legal to make up for lost time. I guess all things in life come as mixed blessings.

I sat in a room like many others I had been in before. Why were all police stations the same? Why couldn't they instead of having drab interrogation rooms with hard wooden chairs have a bright, cheerful one with colors and arm chairs to sit in? Finally an older gentleman came in that looked like he'd be the one to tell me that I'd be spending the night and that my license was being revoked.

"Before you get into the bullshit about you people taking my license away and me sleeping in one of your oh so comfortable cells," I said before he even sat down, "I'd like to say that if you don't release me now, quietly, I'm going to use my phone call to call someone in the national government high enough up that he'll write you and your police officers up for detaining a government agent on her way to complete a classified mission."

He laughed, "I've heard a lot of stories over the years but this one is probably the best," he chuckled. I growled at him, which made him chuckle a little more.

"We see that you have an uncle in Forks are you on your way to visit him?" he asked, "We've taken the liberty of calling him to let you know that you're going to need a ride tomorrow morning but we just got his answering machine. Don't worry, you'll get your ride to Forks…"

"I know where my ride to Forks is," I said irritably, "It's a 2004 Heritage Softail made by Harley Davidson and it's currently compounded outside."

"Look miss," the man said, getting a little stern, "If you're wanting to get hostile with us you can but you need to realize that you're in enough trouble as it is…"

"Oh, I'm not in trouble," I said lightly, fingering the collar of my leather coat, "I know that you stand five foot eight, weigh one hundred seventy pounds and don't have a clue as to how to defend yourself. There are thirteen police officers outside this room on the way to the front desk. Given the average human reaction time I will be out the door before the first one even draws his gun. You people on the other hand have to deal with a five foot four, one hundred seventy-three pound pissed off Bitch Queen that will only get more pissed off when you shoot her."

The man turned red and stood up, striding purposefully to the door. "Let her have her phone call and put her in the cell," he said simply to the officer outside. I got up and walked out of the room before anyone could tell me to. Ignoring their protests I strode down the hall and into the room where the phone was. Picking it up, I dialed James Moor's number. He picked up just as the man from the interrogation room walked in.

"Hi James, Bella Creed here. I'm currently detained in a police station in Washington and they won't let me leave. I need to be in Forks by nightfall and…"

"I can hear a man yelling at you about unruly teenagers these days," James said conversationally over the phone, "His name is Carl Bensemum he's in charge of the police station in the town you're in. Put him on the phone."

"Carl," I said, turning to Mr. Bensemum, "It's for you."

He took the phone from my hand, looking perturbed that I knew his name though he had never introduced himself.

"Carl," I heard James voice come from the phone, "This is James Moor from the Pentagon. The hellion that is standing in front of you is Isabella Creed. She's old enough to have been in school with your grandmother and is currently the most expensive weapon owned by the US military."

"Look I don't know who you are but this little joke that you're playing has gone on long enough," Carl said, "Miss Creed here will be in court for threatening an officer of the law and as soon as we find out who you are I can assure you you'll be in so deep you'll need bigger boots." He slammed the phone down and turned to me angrily.

The phone rang.

Carl's eyes opened wide and looked back at the phone. It rang again. Slowly he picked up the phone.

"Carl Bensemum of the Longview, Washington Police," he answered in what he must have hoped was a voice full of authority. It sounded more like a controlled whimper.

"Carl," James said from the other side, "You should know better than to hang up on someone who says they work in the Pentagon. I have you on my computer screen right now. You have no idea how easy it is to access the security cameras in your police station. You just turned to look up at the camera by the way."

Carl paled considerably as he had done just that as James had talked with him. "How did you call this phone?" he asked shakily, "This phone only dials out."

"That's a general misconception that many police officers have about the phones in the police station," James said jovially, "In reality anyone in my department can call any phone in the United States, and I mean any phone, from our office chairs. Now then, let's talk about what you're going to do in regards to Miss Creed…"

I pulled into Charlie's driveway a few hours later. The police in Longview had endlessly apologized for holding me up before they gave me my license and keys back and showed me to my beloved bike. It had taken me about two hours after that to ride to Forks. Where it was raining. As usual.

Charlie had left the garage open for me so I stored my bike away in the dry building and walked inside. Charlie was sitting inside watching a baseball game.

"Hey," he said simply.

"Hey," I said back. Kyle had told me that Charlie Swan had never been one for much talk, ordered out mostly, and lived very, very simply. He had only just upgraded his internet access because he couldn't contact his superiors fast enough with his old dial-up.

"There's pizza in the fridge if you're hungry," Charlie went on to say, "Let me know when you want to hear about why you're here."

I wasn't that hungry just yet but was drenched from the rain outside. "I need to change," I said, "where'd you put my stuff."

"Room at the end of the hall upstairs," came the reply, "Bathroom's on the left if you want a shower."

Thanking him I jogged up the stairs and to my new room. The people who had transported my belongings had unpacked for me so after searching for some sleepwear (a pair of boxers and a wife beater, I still don't understand why that name caught on) I hopped in the shower, washing the dirt from the wet road off my body. I returned to the room downstairs with Charlie after about fifteen minutes.

"What am I looking at?" I asked, sitting down across from Charlie.

"We actually have two groups that you need to look into," he said, "There are the vampires, they're Cold One's so they will have the diamond skin that shines in the sun and the unique abilities. I'm not sure that they're a threat since the leader of the coven Dr. Carlisle Cullen works in surgery at the local hospital. Doesn't even blink when blood is in the room. Most of the rest of them are pretending to be high school students."

"I suppose I'm going to be enrolled in school if I'm to observe them," I sighed, "Is that taken care of?"

"Kyle made sure all paperwork was squared away before you got here," Charlie said, glancing up from the TV screen, "You're a junior, not sure why you're just a junior and not a senior. Maybe he thinks that this is going to take more than a few months to settle."

"I'm on break," I told him, "While I'm performing a reconnaissance mission for the government I'm still taking it easy. So I'm going to be staying here for a while. You're my uncle by the way."

"Yeah," Charlie nodded.

We paused and watched the game for a few minutes. It looked like the Diamondbacks were beating the Braves in the seventh inning at the moment.

"The second group is a bunch of shape shifters at the La Push reservation," Charlie said, shifting a bit, "I've looked into the story behind them and I think that they exist because they "protect" the people against the Cold One's and the presence of the Cullen's have cause the dormant shape shifting abilities to re-awaken. I'm actually good friends with one of the Elders at the reservation, Billy Black. He has a son, Jacob. He's one of the shape shifters."

"What do they turn into?" I asked, I'd heard of shape shifters before but they all turned into something unique to the people they came from. A group of people in Bangladesh turned into tigers, another group in Kamchatka Russia turned into the local bears.

"Wolves," Charlie said.

I raised an eyebrow at this. "I think I might call Godfredson in on that one," I commented, "He'll have something in common with them."

"Barely," Charlie said, "They change into wolves but they aren't werewolves. They don't have to be monitored from an early age to make sure they don't cut loose and kill someone in a bloodlust. They've also got this telepathic network that they can communicate with each other while in wolf form. Being friends with Billy I've been more comfortable analyzing them than the vampires."

"Sounds like you have them under control," I stated.

Not really. I blinked, realizing that Charlie hadn't moved his mouth but had spoken directly into my mind. Through the link he began showing me what he knew. The shape shifters were a bunch of young boys and one girl. The oldest was Sam Uley, a large boy around twenty-two. Seth Clearwater was the youngest at around fourteen. They were just a bunch of punk kids that had a lot of power that they didn't really understand. I probably did need to call Godfredson in to deal with them.

The vampires were a coven of seven, and it looked like they were all mated off with each other except for one male. This could be used to my advantage if I had to use drastic measures to ensure that they weren't a threat to the common masses. I guess the fact that he was absolutely, perfectly beautiful was an added bonus.

…..

I didn't just think that.

Charlie's police duties called him into work early in the morning. I never did sleep much so six forty-seven AM found me sitting on the front steps of Charlie's house with a cigar in my mouth. I was still debating over whether to call in to Godfredson to tell him about the shape shifters. From what Charlie had shown me they weren't causing trouble but they didn't know what they were exactly. It was a tossup.

Even though I had gone to high school several times it wasn't like I was going to be learning anything new, especially since I had to keep up with Kyle, whom I had the most contact with out of everyone back in Washington D.C. I learned quickly and stayed on top of what was new. You had to when you were immortal.

Immortal. I slid my Adamantium claws out of my right hand and looked down at them. I could heal any wound that was inflicted on my body in a heartbeat and the metal encasing my bones prevented me from breaking my already impossible to break skeleton. I guess if someone were to cut my head off I'd die, I doubted that I could re-attach limbs. But other than that I did not age. My body did not wear out. I did not get tired unless it was after a fight and I recovered from that quickly. I was effectively immortal.

I took another drag from my cigar, retracting my claws. In recent years I had learned that smoking gave smokers cancer which is usually what killed them. Because of my healing factor I killed any cancer cells instantly. Other side effects from smoking were metabolized by my body equally as fast. It sometimes hurt that I could do so much to my body and it would just shrug whatever I did off and move on like nothing had happened.

I glanced at my watch. Seven thirty-two. Time passed quickly, I thought idly, extinguishing my cigar and pulling out my Harley. It didn't take long to gun my way down to the high school. It was a small complex of buildings that were two stories high. Small town, small school. I preferred it that way. With my enhanced hearing the reduced noise of smaller schools actually allowed me to concentrate on what was going on in the room I was in.

Cruising into the parking lot I took note of the cars that were there. They were all old, probably handed down from parent to child as the parents got a new car. Everyone was staring at me as I drove through the lot, I could even hear some whispers.

"Dude, she is Hot! Isn't that the chief's niece?"

"Oh, my God, she's riding that thing without a helmet! What if she crashes?"

"Let her, it'll improve her complexion."

"How can you say that?! She's beautiful! I wish I had those kinds of looks. Maybe Josh would notice me if I did."

"Yo, Mike! Hot girl, big tits on a motorcycle at four o'clock."

I gritted my teeth a bit at that last comment. Was that all boys cared about? The size of my bust? So I happened to be blessed with some generous boobs, courtesy of my mother, bless her soul, did my personality end there? Fuck no!

I parked my bike and chained it. It wasn't like anyone was going to take it, it required a thumb scan to start, Kyle had developed that about ten years ago, and so I was the only person who could use the bike unless I registered someone else in the computer. But it was necessary to appear "normal".

Walking into the Main Office I noted that one care stood out from the rest: A shiny, silver Volvo. My guess was that was what the vampires drove. Interesting choice really, Kyle preferred to drive an Aston Martin, though he did extensive improvements to the features of any car he drove. Still, a fuel efficient car that looked classy and could go fast. Sounds like a car people that had lots of time on their hands (i.e. vampires and me) would buy.

The secretary smiled sweetly at me as she handed me my schedule and wished me good luck, telling me to come back with signatures from my teachers at the end of the day. Looking down at the piece of paper I saw what I was going to have to endure for the next—fourteen—months.

English. I knew how to right a fucking essay and had better grammar than all of these teenagers texting each other on their little cell phones. Sure I had a cell phone but that was so I could call Kyle, James, Ann, Godfredson, and now Charlie in case of an emergency. I hoped that class wasn't going to be boring as hell.

History. I helped write some of the history books that kids had to read these days. I got a kick out of reading how other people described the things that I did in the past. I loved history that class wasn't going to be so bad I guess.

Gym. Shit. The one class they could give me that I could seriously hurt someone in. Maybe I could pretend to be hopelessly clumsy and they'd take pity on me.

….

Nah, that wouldn't fly. Besides, I found it amusing to see all the boys faces when they found out the little five foot four girl that looks so delicate and sweet (major warning sign for anyone in my profession) could out maneuver them on the basketball court, the football grid iron, fuck I could wrestle some of them into submission in a bat of an eyelash if I wanted to.

Lunch. The typical high school lunch usually consisted of semi edible excuses for food and never had enough to actually feed a growing, hungry teenager who spends half the day burning more calories than they originally ate to begin with. I shouldn't have watched that Robin Williams standup last night I think he's rubbed off on me. Robert would be pleased.

Biology. Great, I get to learn how the organisms I kill for a living work. Again.

And last but not least Calculus. At least I was taking a class that no matter how many times I took it there was always something that didn't quite click right. Something to keep me entertained. Even foreign languages didn't puzzle me as much as some of those math equations that those really fuckin' smart people came up with.

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