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A/N: I'll be switching back and forth between POVs and narrator.

Chapter 1: First Day

Bella's POV

I have never been able to forget that story Renee had told me when I was young, about my ancestress, a stunning girl whom I looked almost like when I am a vampire ¾ perfect face features and everything ¾ except for her eyes. They were russet-colored, and it was said that they could change color, according to her mood. Freaky, huh?

Her name was Seline Crystalia Suvanne. My human name would've been Isabella Marie Suvanne, if not for Alicia Suvanne, who was Seline's sister and a split image of me, who changed it to Swan. Seline was a very talented child and was sought for by men as many as the stars above, but she was never satisfied, until one day, when she meets Eldric, a man with flawless beauty and taste for women. Seline loved Eldric, but he did not, only her wealth caught his eyes. Eldric courted her, whispering sweet nothings into her ear any time he could and soon, they were married. Only then did Seline realise Eldric's true nature and left him, leaving none of her wealth for him, but Eldric found her soon enough. However, it was not Seline he found, but Alicia, who stabbed him with a dagger and left him dying in the alley they met.

Sadly, Seline had died right after she left the house, her valuables taken away and raped. She died a horrible death. Alicia, driven mad by Seline's death, tracked down Eldric and killed him, thinking that it was he who killed her sister. She changed her name to Swan thereafter and left England, then went to Arizona to raise the unborn child in her womb. No one knew how she really died, as there were suspicions that it was Seline, and not Eldric, who was unfaithful and left Eldric, and much much more vile ones that would burn my tongue if I speak of it.

My ancestress was buried in that village's cemetery, in some forgotten part of England. There had been lots of paintings of her, and some photos which were taken of another Swan in the family who looked exactly like Seline. However, that girl was unable to exalt the right feeling that was Seline's alone, as I see now. Only one photo was preserved to this day, and it was of Lydia Swan, the girl who looked like a split image of Seline, Alicia's great grand-daughter, dancing amongst the tall, swaying grass. Her face was alight with a smile, joyful and carefree, dancing lithely amongst the tall grass. 'A far cry from Seline's beauty', Renee had said. She had been fortunate enough to see a painting of the real Seline, who was also dancing amongst tall, swaying grass.

"There's too much joy on her face!" Renee exclaimed. "She's suppose to look slightly solemn and depressed at the same time!" Then, she snorted and spoke.

"The loveliness of Seline's face is something only she can show. This girl…Lydia, dares to try and remake her beauty, but instead, she has ruined it; it's a far cry from Seline's beauty!"

Renee had given this photo when my fifteenth birthday came. It was sepia-colored, but a full description was written on the back of it, probably as a reference that could have been used later. She wore a pale green dress which clung onto her slender and tall frame, her hair a golden brown streaked with black, but auburn under the direct sunlight, flying everywhere as the wind blew.

We had left Forks seven years after Renesmee's birth and returned hundreds of years later, when it is renamed as Lathra. Only the school and Charlie's house are still intact. Edward, Emmett, Jasper and I found teaching jobs at the school we had been in, though it came as a surprise that Edward was accepted. I mean, he's seventeen! Even I'm older when I was changed. That got him seething with rage, but he controled it very well. Renesmee and Andrew, a new member of the famly( though older than Carlisle), registered themselves in the school as sophomores. Alice and Rosalie… well, they registered as sophomores in the school with Renesmee and Adam. Apparently, they want to 'enjoy' being students. Hmph. As if I would believe in their transparent lie. Carlisle works in the hospital again, with the descendants of his former colleagues.

All of us were elated to find jobs not because we're fanacially strapped, but to enjoy torturing Alice and Rosalie. We all have grown quite 'evil' over time, thanks to Emmett's influence. On the night before the starting of the semester, we celebrated and then hunted, taking precautions in case something happens. With me around, expect the unexpected. My bad luck always seems to get not only me, but also people around me, into trouble, which in this case is Edward and my family/coven. Now, our signature phrase is 'Nothing surprises us/me anymore'.

As always, the morning was wet and cold(not that I could feel it). We met at the garage and left together; Carlisle to the hospital and the rest of us to Lathra High. Everything went on perfectly until my first class of human students, when I was teaching Bio to a class of sophomores, which consists of Alice, Rosalie and Renesmee.

Thump.

We all turned back to look to see who it was and I gasped, then followed by the others. A replica of me. No. It isn't me. Her eyes are russet-colored. It dawned on me as soon as I thought of it. The girl who came in was a replica of …

Seline Crystalia Suvanne. My ancestress. Cascading dark tresses, high arched eyebrows, full lips, slighly pink cheeks, silvery white skin, long slender limbs and angular face features. I could see why Renee had said that Lydia was nothing like Seline. Seline's beauty isn't something you can describe with words; it's something that needs to be seen in flesh to believe. If there was such a thing as a fairy mixed with elf and angel blood , then that's how I what I would describe her. A fairy-elf-angel-human hybrid. She stared silently out the window into the rainy skies, her eyes heartbreakingly sad, lovely and solemn. Then, her eyes wandered to me and they were filled with…amusement.

"I would advise you to close your mouth, Mrs. Cullen. It's big enough to hold a wasp in it. The others are sniggering because of it," she said. Immediately, I was aware of how stupid I look and closed my jaws. Her voice was not loud, like the sound of small bells tinkling together, absoluetly mesmerizing. She giggled as she saw the look on my face, dumbstruck. Even her giggling sounded lovely.

"Oh…erm…Sorry. It's just that…. you're so…. beautiful," I stammered. Dang."Not as beautiful as you, Mrs. Cullen. I'm nothing compared to you and I feel dwarfed when I'm compared with you,"she repiled shyly. " I'm Blaze¾ Blaze Skyler, from North America."

" 'Blaze'?" I quoted.

"Because of my eyes," she replied simply. Then, she looked around and shook her head. I understood her message immediately. We can contnue this conversation at a later date.I continued teaching until the lesson ended, when Blaze passed me a folded note and I unfolded it to read.

I'm so very sorry, Mrs. Cullen. I had no choice. The students here do not like me much, and neither do your family. Most of them hate me for my beauty, while the rest are just envious of me. I can hadle their envy, but not their hate. I do not wish to involve you in this definitely gruesome catfight with the childish girls. Please understand that I am avoiding you and your family for your safety. This is not a fight you would wish to participate in. The girls these days are worse than a devil from hell.

I will keep you and your family safe, if it's the last thing I do.

Take care,

Blaze Skyler

I cried dry, tearless sobs as I read the was she doing?She's going to kill herself

!

Then, I noticed that she had written more.

P.S. We had a conversation earlier. Would you like to continue it somewhere private? Like my house? If you agree, please come to my house.

After reading the address, I gasped in shock. Blaze was living in Charlie's house! Should I go? To Charile's house?