AN: Hey guys! I decided to update today, I'm not sure if this chapter is as good as the first. I wrote it in a hurry. Hope you like it! :)

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Vile Beauty

Chapter 2: The Outcast of the Outcasts'

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I was in my home packing away my belongings when a brilliant idea occurred to me. If I enrolled in the town's high school, I could select my newest prey from a much wider selection of humans.

The more I thought about the pros of the idea the more I liked them. If I was going to do this I was going to need some help. With a slight groan I picked up my cell phone and dialed the familiar number. I only had to wait a second before it was answered.

"Hello?" a pleasant voice called from the phone.

"Hello Jen."

"Hello Isabella."

"Thanks for remembering." I smirked.

"How could I possibly forget you?"

"Oh, I don't know, perhaps to try and forget your past?"

"My past was a good one, so I have nothing I want to forget."

"That's very good to hear." There was silence on the other end; I smiled. "Anyway I was just going to tell you that I have decided to relocate."

"So soon?"

"I got what I wanted."

"Are congratulations in order?"

"Not yet."

"Hmmm."

"I need you to do something for me."

"Okay."

"I need you to come live with me for a while."

"Why?"

"Quite frankly it's because if my plan is to succeed, I need you to play the part of an older sister."

"Sounds intriguing."

"It should."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Oh, I'm just going to pretend to be an average high school teen," I scoffed.

"You're kidding me right?"

"No."

"This is bound to be interesting."

"You really think so?" I arched my eyebrow.

"Of course; I know how much you detest it."

"I guess irritation will make the moment of fulfillment much more satisfying."

"True."

"Perfect."

"Where are you planning to move?"

"Forks, Washington."

"The rainiest place in the continental US?"

"It will help in the end."

"I trust your judgment."

"As you should."

"Have you moved in yet?"

"No, I just finished packing the last of my things. I should be there in about an hour and a half."

"Okay, I'll try to be there as soon as I can."

"Great."

"Bye Isabella."

"Goodbye Jennifer." I hung up the phone and placed the last box into the trunk of my bronze Aston Martin. I loved that car, and I would kill for it.

I locked the house door and walked as quickly as I could to my car without looking suspicious; the damn neighbor's son was looking at me. I wanted to rip his head off, but I controlled myself. He didn't smell nice enough to really tempt me.

I turned on my car and the engine purred to live. Very little things, like the sound of my car's engine, brought me some joy.

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2 hours later

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I placed the last of the boxes in the closet under the stairs and walked outside, into the back yard.

I didn't want to unpack until the rest of the furniture arrived, and that would be in about two to three days.

The house I had bought about a week ago was a two-storey affair with cherry wood floors, four bedrooms, four and a half bathrooms, a laundry room, a spacious living room, dining room and kitchen– even if the last two wouldn't be used. Both front and back yards were spacious and the back yard even had a pool– I couldn't figure out why. The pool had a canopy over it, but I doubted that would help much.

The house was a few minutes away from town– for which I was eternally grateful. I didn't need nosy neighbors because in the end, I wanted to kill them too.

When complete boredom took over, I climbed the nearest tree. Once I was at the top I began to jump and swing from tree to tree. I knew I was acting like a monkey, but when you're bored, you're bored.

After a few minutes I noticed that the trees were growing further and further apart.

I swung one more time and sat still, slowly taking in the big white three-storey house in front of me. The house was situated in a meadow and a stream passed right by it- well, by the tree I was on actually. I had no idea why but the whole side facing me was made out of pure glass; it gave me a peek at what was inside so I wasn't complaining.

Each room had a different theme than the one before, but they didn't clash like I had expected them to; instead they balanced each other in perfect harmony. The furniture was simple and yet tasteful. I liked it.

My attention found a new focus as a man slammed the door of a room shut behind him, his features twisted in frustration, but I could tell that they were– what could be considered- handsome.

His skin was whiter than snow, and his hair was a brilliant reddish bronze, and when he opened his eyes, I saw with a start that they were a light topaz. I immediately knew that man was a vampire.

I watched him plop gracefully on a black leather couch in the room. He seemed really angry at something but I didn't care.

I had a feeling that he was one of the vampires that were rumored to have relinquished drinking the blood of the humans; they were the outcasts of our kind.

I laughed in my mind, and I felt that slow devious smirk creep onto my lips. I was going to play with this man a bit, just like I did with the humans- but it would be the humans that would inevitably satisfy my thirst.

I suddenly heard footsteps and soft voices from one of the floors below. I descended the tree slowly until I had a perfect view of the figures in what appeared to be the living room.

In total there were six of them: three blondes, three dark brunettes; three male, three female, each one carrying a look of concern on their faces.

The smallest and very pixie-like looking one spoke first. "Carlisle, what are we going to do with him?"

"Perhaps we can force him to date someone." A dark haired muscular vampire put in. The pretty blonde next to him glared.

"Shut up Emmett! Alice wasn't talking to you," the woman spat, smacking the vampire upside the head. He rubbed it slightly.

"Sorry Rosalie." He mumbled.

"Rose, Emmett, please behave," a woman with caramel hair said. She was sitting next to a blonde man.

"Sorry Esme," they uttered, and for a second silence took over the party.

"Well, Carlisle?" the one named Alice put in.

"Alice, you know very well that we cannot intrude in Edward's life. He is old enough to do as he pleases."

"But-" the pixie began.

"Alice, he does have a point," a familiar smooth voice with a slight southern accent spoke. My eyed widened.

"I know Jasper, but I hate to see our brother alone."

"We all do, Alice," the caramel-haired snow white said, sighing sadly.

I glanced up at the one I assumed was Edward. He still lay on the couch, his face plastered with anger, pain, and loneliness. I smirked.

He was the outcast of the outcasts. How pathetic.

I silently lowered myself to the ground and picked up small rocks from the banks of the stream that I knew wouldn't break anything. I climbed up the tree again and stood on the branch measuring my options.

I was going to drive them– him especially- insane, without any of them knowing it.

I threw the rocks at the two separate windows, turned around and began jumping away from branch to branch; I could hear them outside in the yard muttering about what had happened, and I knew their attention had been successfully caught.

I smirked to myself and made it safely back to my house.

Forks, Washington did indeed hold a few interesting subjects, subjects that I was definitely going to exploit.

Published: May 18, 2009

Edited: June 4, 2009

AN: So what do you guys think?

I'm pretty sure there are several grammer mistakes in there but I was in a hurry to update because you guys were so good... and I had inspiration. XD

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