Summary: After burning down the gym at their old school, Buffy Swan and her twin sister, Bella, return to Forks, AZ to live with their father. What will happen when she comes face to face with a clan of vegetarian vampires that is unlike any she has met before?
Disclaimer: Buffy belongs to Joss, everyone from the Twilightverse belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Written in response to the lovely BuffyCharmed's Buffy/Twilight challenge of the same name at tthfanfic.
The part where the Cullen's are being described in the cafeteria is word for word from the book Twilight. It's what they look like and I was too lazy to come up with my own descriptions. Forgive me! Hopefully this is the only thing I keep word for word except for dialogue!
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I don't know how much I'll be updating this story for a bit since school's stating up again, but I'll try my best to get these chapters out for you people. Also, the pairings in the Twilight universe will be cannon, because I don't really want to mess with those (i.e. Bella/Edward, Alice/Jasper, Carlisle/Esme, Rosalie/Emmet, etc...) This is also based on the book and NOT the movie because I have never seen the movie and don't ever really plan on it lol.
Enough talk, on with the story!
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"Buffy, get up." a muffled voice called. "Buffy!" Something poked her in the shoulder, and the Slayer removed the pillow from over her face, only to see her twin sister looking down at her exasperatedly. Unsurprisingly, she was already dressed and ready to go. She was always the first one up, since she wasn't the one out until two or three every night patrolling the neighborhood for supernatural activity. "God, I've been calling you for over five minutes! Get up! I'll be downstairs making Dad's breakfast." With that, Bella shuffled out of the room, leaving Buffy staring after her. Sighing and grumbling at having been woken up so early, she slid out of bed and made her way across the hall to the small bathroom. Catching a glance out the window, she frowned and groaned; the entire town was blanked with fog, and while it wasn't outright raining, the fog made the weather misty and wet. Damn. Closing and locking the door behind her, she grabbed her toothbrush from the holder and squirted a blob of toothpaste onto it before shoving it into her mouth.
She hadn't slept well the previous night. Her conversation with Bella had lasted only a few more minutes past one a.m., and soon after, the younger girl had dissolved into quiet sobs, eventually crying herself to sleep an hour later. Knowing that there was nothing she could do, Buffy had let her, hoping that she'd get it all out of her system by the next morning. Long after her sister had fallen asleep, she remained awake, the energy that had not been released by patrolling buzzing through her veins. She had finally slipped into unconsciousness, but after what seemed to be mere seconds later, her sister was shaking her awake.
Spitting the glob of toothpaste into the sink and rinsing out her mouth, Buffy washed her face, brushed her hair, and wandered back into her room. She didn't even bother with make-up. Both girlshad been blessed with nearly flawless skin and today, she felt like going for the fresh, natural look. Slipping on a pair of jeans, a whitet-shirt, and her favorite black heeled boots, the blond grabbed her newly acquired winter jacket and backpack and exited the room. Flouncing down the stairs, she saw that her father and sister were already seated at the table, each with a bowl of cereal and a fruit in front of them. She dropped her coat and backpack onto the floor before flopping onto the empty seat next to Bella. Neither of them were talking, having already exhausted pleasantries such as "Good morning" or "How did you sleep?"
"Morning, Dad," she greeted, mustering up all of her strength to give him a small smile. Although he looked surprised, he smiled back.
"Good morning, Buffy. Did you sleep well?" No. Not really.
"Yeah," she answered, shrugging. She smiled as Bella grabbed another bowl of cereal and an orange, setting it in front of her. "Thanks, Bells." The brunette nodded, and that was the end of the conversation. A few minutes later, Charlie got up from the table and after wishing them good luck on their first day, grabbed his jacket and headed out through the front door. A second later, the engine of his cruiser started, and he pulled out of the driveway and down the winding road toward town. "Are you alright?" Buffy asked. She had already finished her cereal and was half-way through her orange, but Bella had barely touched her breakfast.
"What?" Bella asked, snapping back to reality. She had been looking into the small living room, her eyes tracing over the various photos showing the girls' school pictures up to last year's as well as a variety of family portraits. Buffy sighed; it was impossible to deny that Charlie still loved their mother. He had kept several pictures of him and Renée from before they had been born, the most prominent being their wedding picture. But now, Mom was happily remarried and there wasn't anything he could do to change that. "Yeah, I'm fine," Bella answered, turning her attention back to her sister. "We should get going or else, we're going to be late." Buffy wanted to press but knew that it would get her nowhere, so she simply nodded and grabbed her dishes, dropping them into the sink before walking back over to the table. Donning her black ski jacket and backpack, she followed Bella out to the car, wincing as the frigid air slid over her face and hands.
"Fucking cold," she muttered, catching Bella's amused smile out of the corner of her eye as she locked the door behind her. Practically sprinting to the car in an attempt to get out of the mist, the two jumped in, slamming the car doors behind them. As the younger of the sisters shoved the key into the ignition and turned it, the engine roared to life and idled at top volume.
"Ow. Loud." Buffy smiled, before reaching out a hand to fiddle with the radio. Suddenly, the cab of the truck was filled with loud music, making them both jump in surprise, and she scrambled to turn the volume down.
"Radio works." Bella gave her a 'duh' expression but laughed anyways, amused at her sister's excitement over something so small. Without another word, she backed the truck down the slippery driveway and away from the house. A few minutes later, they were sitting in an empty parking lot at Fork's High School. It hadn't been hard to find. Like almost everything in this town, it had been right off the highway. "I don't think you can park here, Bells."
"Yeah, I know, but lets get our paperwork from the office first and ask the person in the office where we can park." Buffy nodded in agreement, sliding across the leather seat and out the door as soon as her sister had cut off the engine. With Bella right behind her, she pushed open the office door and walked through it, almost getting knocked backwards by the wave of heat emanating from the small room. Wow, it was too hot in there. Already feeling the sweat building up from beneath her down jacket, she plastered a smile on her face and walked over to the large redheaded woman that was sitting at the front desk.
"Can I help you?"
"Hi," Buffy greeted, giving the woman a smile. "I'm Elizabeth Swan, and this is my sister Isabella Swan. We're new here." The woman's eyes widened slightly before she nodded. Buffy could feel her sister sigh behind her; everyone knew who they were. They were the biggest thing that had happened to this town since... she didn't know how long.
"Of course," she answered, digging through a large pile of papers on her desk before she found what she was looking for. "Here we go! I have your schedules and maps of the school." She said, placing several pieces of paper on the counter. Sliding her eyes over the two schedules, Buffy saw that both Bella and her had the exact same classes. Thank god. Hopefully, it'd make the transition easier for both of them. For the next five minutes, the woman went through the sister's classes, highlighting the best route to each on the map, and gave them slips for each teacher to sign. With instructions for them to return the slips at the end of the day, she wished them good luck and expressed her hope that they would like it here in Forks. With a smile and a wave, the two exited the small room, both sighing in relief as the cool wind hit their over-heated skin.
"It was way too hot in there," Buffy observed, and Bella nodded in agreement. "English, Gov, Trig, Spanish, Biology, P.E...God, this is going to suck." Bella shrugged; already knowing none of it, would be that difficult for her. Well except P.E., that is.
"At least we have all of them together." The Slayer nodded in agreement, separating from her sister to slide into the passenger seat of the truck. The other students had already started to arrive, and Bella followed the line of traffic to parking lot B. killing the engine, Bella sighed and picked up the map of the school, trying to memorize it before getting out of the car. Buffy smiled; her sister always hated asking for directions. A few minutes later, the brunette nodded and shoved the map back into her backpack. "Ready?"
"Let's do it."
English, Government, Trig, and Spanish passed in a haze of boredom. Bella was somewhat entertained, as she understood most of the stuff the teachers were saying, but all Buffy could think about was that they had three hours until lunch... two hours... one hour. People had continued to stare at them all day, and though the Slayer was used to the attention and pointedly ignored it, she could tell that it was making her sister nervous and paranoid. However, wherever she went, she felt a pair of eyes on her, but she waved it off, blaming Bella's paranoia that had clearly rubbed off on her. A few of the more adventurous ones came up to them, asking about Phoenix and how they liked it here so far in Forks. The sisters smiled and answered politely, but let them do most of the talking. Even a few boys had asked them out. They had always been gorgeous in their own way, and though Bella was, Buffy wasn't even remotely surprised when two boys started following the younger around like lost puppy dogs. Buffy had just smiled and rolled her eyes; her sister had no idea how beautiful she was. Though her skin was extremely pale, it was flawless... like ivory. Her hair was long and shiny, and her eyes sparkled when she was excited. She was skinny, not athletic skinny, but skinny enough, and she had the soft curves that every woman should. A lot of the time, Buffy was jealous that her curves were hard and muscular and not soft and supple like her sister's. Surrounded by several admirers of her own, Buffy smiled politely and accepted their compliments, but no one had caught her eye as of yet…until now.
"What's their deal?" She was sitting at one of those round cafeteria tables, squished between her sister and a boy who had been making eyes at her all day, barely paying attention to these people whose names she could barely remember, something else having caught her eye. Her eyes were drawn to a table on the opposite end of the cafeteria where two girls and three boys were sitting. They weren't gawking at the two of them like the rest of the population, a welcome change, so it was easier for her to regard them carefully without being caught.
They looked nothing alike. Of the three boys, one was big, muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college, or even teachers here rather than students. The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixie-like, thin to the extreme, which small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.
But this wasn't what had caught her attention. Their beauty was unlike anything she had ever seen before. They were... flawless. Inhuman. There was no other way to say it. They were the most gorgeous group of people she had ever seen. Even more beautiful than the group of teenagers you would see in an Abercrombie & Fitch ad. But even so, something was strange about them. All of their skin was almost pure white, even paler than Bella's. They all also had dark shadows under their eyes; she was no stranger to those, as she often spent half the night out patrolling. She usually covered them up with make-up, though. None of them, the girls included, had even attempted to cover them. Not one of them had touched their food and they were all looking away from each other, making no move to engage in conversation. Then, suddenly, the little pixie-like one rose from the table with her tray and walked away, dumping her uneaten food into the trash can and disappearing through the door in the blink of an eye. Her movements were quick and graceful, like a dancer's.
Like a dancer's... or like a vampire's.
Something clicked in her brain. Pale. Quick. Graceful. And she could practically see the strength rolling off of them in waves. Even, from the small pixie-like girl.
"That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who just left was Alice Cullen." Sparing a glance in her sister's direction, Buffy saw that she appeared as intrigued with the group as she was. The girl continued, blushing and looking down at the table as the youngest one's gaze flickered over to her. Buffy frowned. Bionic hearing? "They all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife."
"I see," Buffy answered, nodding at the girl, Jessica, if she remembered correctly. She was in their Trig and Spanish classes.
"They are... very nice-looking," Bella said, blushing slightly. Buffy chuckled softly under her breath, and the brunette sent her a mock glare. She nodded in agreement. No one could argue that they were practically the most gorgeous people in the world.
"Yes!" Jessica agreed with a giggle, making Buffy wince slightly as she reminded her of her idiot cheerleader friends from home. "They're all together though... Emmet and Rosalie, and Jasper and Alice, I mean. And they live together." Her tone of voice betrayed her distaste at their living situation, and the Slayer smiled at her obviously jealousy and disapproval. In such a small town, this was bound to cause a stir. Almost as big of a stir as Chief Police Swan's twin daughters coming to live with him after almost two years.
"Those three are Cullens? They don't look related," Buffy stated, wanting to get as much information on this "family" as possible. Vampires couldn't have children. It was more likely that they just pretended that they were related in order to avoid suspicion.
"Oh, they're not. Dr. Cullen is really young, in his twenties or thirties. They're all adopted." Bingo. "The Hales, the blonds, are brother and sister, though. Twins."
"They look a little old for foster children," Bella spoke up, regarding her sister's expression curiously. She could practically see the gears turning in her brain.
"They are now. Jasper and Rosalie are both eighteen, but they've been with Mrs. Cullen since they were eight. She's their aunt or something like that."
"Hmm..." Buffy mused pointedly, ignoring the boy on her right attempts to gain her attention. She had more important things to worry about.
"That's really kind of nice... for them to take care of all those kids like that," Bella stated, raising an eyebrow at Buffy before turning back to Jessica. By the look on her face, Buffy knew that she'd ask her about it later. "When they're so young and everything."
"I guess so," Jessica admitted somewhat reluctantly. It was clear that she disliked the Cullen's for some reason or another. "I think that Mrs. Cullen can't have any kids, though," she added, as if this made the gesture any less admirable. Buffy smirked, wondering what this girl's deal was, but wisely kept her mouth shut. Out of the corner of her eye, Buffy could see that Bella kept glancing over at the table, and turning her head, realized that her sister was looking at the youngest boy. She frowned. Sure, it was good that Bella finally found someone that caught her eye, but she needed to stay away from them until she could figure out what was up. There was no way in hell, she'd like her twin to get close to them, until she deduced whether they were vampires or not.
"Did they grow up here?" Buffy asked Jessica, causing the girl to turn away from the group and back to her.
"No. They just moved down two years ago from somewhere in Alaska." Alaska...Washington...What did those two have in common? Oh yeah, no sun. Forcing herself to calm down, she nodded. No point in jumping to conclusions. They could just be normal people. Normal people who were paler than death and more beautiful than any human could be.
"Which one is the boy with the reddish brown hair?" Bella asked. Following her sister's gaze, Buffy followed her gaze only to be met by the stare of the boy in question. Bella looked away, clearly uncomfortable, but Buffy refused to let her gaze falter. There was something about him. He looked frustrated; the corners of his mouth were turned down in a slight frown, and his eyebrows were furrowed. His eyes were black, she realized, still refusing to look away. That was unusual. Eventually he backed down and turned away from her, allowing her to return her attention to the conversation Jessica and her sister were having.
"That's Edward," the girl was saying. "He's gorgeous, of course, but don't waste your time. He doesn't date. Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him." Jessica sniffed, making Buffy smile inwardly. Bitter much? The conversation then turned to lighter topics... things to do in Forks, the classes they were all having next, etc. A few minutes later, a blur of movement caught her eye; the four of them left the table in unison. She wasn't surprised to see that they were all as graceful as the girl who had left earlier. Quickly excusing herself, Buffy grabbed her sister's arm and practically dragged her from the cafeteria, pausing briefly to dispose of the remains of her lunch.
"Bells," she started, after dragging her sister into a deserted corner of the hallway. "Listen to me. You need to stay away from them."
"Stay away from who?" The confusion was evident on her sister's features. "What are you talking about?"
"The Cullen's."
"What?" Bella asked, looking at her as if she had grown a second head. "Why?"
"There's something... different about them," Buffy said, not wanting to scare her sister, when she had no evidence to back up her suspicion. "Something... inhuman."
"Don't be ridiculous, Buffy," the brunette scoffed, rolling her eyes. Her sister was just being paranoid. "Not everyone's a vampire."
"Think about it, Bells! All the things I've seen, all the things I've defeated…Don't you think I'd know something supernatural if it was staring at me from across the cafeteria?" There was a moment of silence, and Bella nodded. "Look, I don't want to worry you, but promise you'll stay away from them until I get a read on what's going on? I don't know what I would do if something happened to you."
"Of course, I promise," Bella answered, frowning slightly at the panic in her sister's voice. "I promise!" She repeated at Buffy's disbelieving look. "You know more about this stuff than I do. I trust you." The blond smiled and gave her sister a one-armed hug.
"Alright, let's get to class, we don't want to-..."
"Excuse me, Miss Swan?" came a stuffy British voice, and both sisters turned around to see a middle-aged man dressed in a tweed suit and glasses standing right behind them. Bella panicked, frightened that he had heard what they were saying, but Buffy remained calm. She merely tilted her head to the side in a silent invitation for him to continue. "Elizabeth Swan?"
"That's me," Buffy answered mock-chipperly, earning an elbow to the side from her sister. She ignored it. "What can I do for you?"
"Ah, excellent!" the man said, clearly relieved that he had found who he was looking for. "My name is Rupert Giles. If, I could please have a moment of your time…"
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Alright, I know not a lot happened, but this thing was at like 7 pages, so I figured I'd cut it off. Hope y'all enjoyed it! Drop me a review on your way out if you'd like! :)