A/N I feel the need to clear up some things for any confusion there may be.

Storybrooke (OUAT/Once Upon a Time), and Fabletown (TWAU/The Wolf Among us) will be the same place, combined, the location used is Storybrooke's original location with the background story of needing to move it as the years passed.

Bella is a character from a book. She is also a bit OOC (out of character) but she still holds her better qualities. I made up her story just in case you guys are wondering. It is a made up fairytale. Charlotte is one of my own characters as well.

The combining of stories was difficult, mainly because the stories of OUAT and TWAU differ, but I did my best to combine them. For all you Oncers, this is not an Emma story so sorry about that. I started with the beginning of season of four because I just found it easier to start the story from there.

Don't be afraid to comment feedback, need for clarification, or anything else.

Disclaimer: I do not own OUAT, TWAU, and Twilight.

Ok, that's all. Enjoy!

Ch. 1

I never imagined a place could be cloudy and rainy the majority of the year. Not even in England, where it is usually cloudy, rains this much. Then again, there are places that are the complete opposite where water rarely touches the ground. The town of Forks, a small town located on the Olympic Peninsula on the east cost, is where I unexpectedly decided to settle. I didhave my reasons of course.

I was a wanderer. Never staying in one place for a long amount of time. Although I did have a permanent residence in a small town called Storybrooke near New York, I hardly ever stayed there. Only when necessary. I stayed on the occasions where the Sheriffs needed help in severe cases and when Fabletown (Another name not used among mundies referring to Storybrooke) community needed protection.

I don't seem like much of a fighter but when it comes to protecting others (or rough housing with my sisters) my other side came out. It didn't come out often and right now there was hardly any trouble. Only those who are gluttons for punishments get put in their place by Sheriff Bigby. Then Bigby gets put in his place by Emma, the co-Sheriff. An example of good cop, bad cop.

When I stumbled across this small town of Forks around a week ago, this quaint little town caught my attention with its small population, weather, and forest. I had decided to stop and explore since I was running low on food. I pulled up my hoodie and began walking, looking for a grocery store. It was drizzling, as it is now, and my walk was fast paced. There was a general store where they conveniently sold groceries. I picked out a couple of groceries not wanting to grab too much. I could always stop at another town.

I made my way out, putting the food away in my backpack as I did so. I took in my surroundings. There was just so much green. It was pretty I'll have to admit. It was just that I had hardly ever seen like it and it was like receiving an unexpected smack to the face. The mountains covered by a green roof of leaves from the trees looked inviting though. There were also some extremely tall trees that you could get a good view from. I started walking, not wanting to look conspicuous, towards the tree line. I took a good look around to make sure no one was watching. When I made sure the coast was clear I took off.

Being a fable had its perks, with supernatural speed being one of them; along with acute hearing, supernatural strength, and the ability to heal quickly. I went far enough into the woods where I knew no one could see me scale a tree. It was really beautiful despite the cold and rain. I wasn't partial to either of those things. Sitting on the highest branch, I sat thinking about where I was going to go.

My first thought was that perhaps I should visit Storybrooke. I haven't seen my sister in a while and I knew she wishes to see me. My mind was set on going to Storybrooke. I did so but not before taking one last run around the forest.

The run to Storybrook was not far. The towns location was near New York making the trip only a couple of minutes. It would have been quicker if I was running at my top speed.

The first person who greeted me was my cousin Emma Swan. It was a bit to wrap around your head the idea of being the cousin of Snow White and Prince Charming's daughter. We discovered that our parents were siblings that were separated into their own realms (or story, whichever you prefer to call it) when Emma first discovered Storybrooke. She had been on her own for about the past 28 years of her life.

Having been left on her own, she lived a pretty rough childhood and that bad luck followed into her teen years. It was finally at 28 where her son Henry found her and told her that he had suspicions about us. That news took a toll on her. She did not believe at first, but gradually it sunk in. Emma is even practicing magic. My guess, by the lack of heightened senses and abilities, she will have very powerful magic.

"Any trouble around here lately cousin?" There had been some trouble but luckily it had been contained.

"It's been pretty quiet so far. I'm hoping it stays that way for a while."

"One can only hope." I told Emma then went to go look for my sister.

Charlotte is my youngest sister. She also is the sister that differs most from her other two sisters, both appearance and personality wise. Straight light auburn hair, hazel eyes, oval shaped face, and a smile is what consists of my sister. When she complains about how short she is, I tell her that her vivacious personality makes up for her height. Standing at 5"1, my sister looks as if she's only skin and bones. We discovered when we were transported here that we would be frozen at a set age. I am forever 19 and my sister grew a bit more before she was frozen at 17.

Currently she works at the diner in Storybrooke. Our family has no need to work but sometimes we do so anyway just so that we aren't left at home doing nothing.

The bell at the door announced my presence at Granny's diner. I looked around spotting Henry at the bar sitting on one of stools looking intently at what appears to be a book. I made my way to him sit on the stool next to him. He looks up and smiles when he sees its me.

"Hey Bella. What's got you around these parts? It's been a while since I last saw you. And it's not just because I couldn't remember who you were"

"Hello Henry. Indeed it has. I'm looking for my sister. Have you seen her?"

Just as Henry was about to speak my sister popped up right in front of us.

"No need to answer Henry. I'm right here! What can I get you Bella?" My sister answers with a goofy smile.

"Just a coffee please."

"Coming right up!" Henry and I roll our eyes at her antics.

"It's nice to see you B. Great of you to visit!"

"Yes, it's nice to be here. Especially since it is pretty quiet after that hectic year." She placed a cup in front of me then poured coffee.

"Thanks. Hey Henry, what are you looking at?" I looked over to see what book he had. I was surprised to see the storybook. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You know," I took a sip of coffee," after reading that book countless number of times it gets old fast. Our stories are not that interesting."

"He's looking for a way to help Regina find her happy ending. Personally I don't even know how a book is going to help Henry."

Regina is the adoptive mother of Henry. Where as Emma was the actual birth mother. Henry loved them both equally, even though Regina had once been the evil queen. He overlooked that knowing that Regina actually loves him.

"My mother found a page. It had a scene that wasn't in the book. I'm thinking that this book is hiding more than it lets on." How interesting.

"Well Henry tell me if you find anything because I sure would like a happy ending where this one's mouth is shut." I glanced at my sister trying to keep the corners of my mouth from curving up.

"Hey! That hurts! Let's see an ending where you aren't always such a party pooper."

"Party pooper?" I struggle to keep from laughing.

"Yes party pooper! Don't make fun of me because that's what you are!"

Henry laughs at our fake argument. He glances at his watch only to quickly scramble out his seat and head for the door.

"It was great seeing you Bella! Thanks Charlotte for the food. I have to go but hopefully we can talk later. I have to go meet Regina for something."

"Your welcome Henry. See you!"

"Bye Henry!"

I turn just as Charlotte was placing two plates of cheesecake on the counter. She came around and sat next to me, offering a fork to me. I took it and began eating my piece of cheesecake.

"Thanks. Slow day?"

"Actually one of our busier days. So tell me, what have you been up to?"

"Not much. I just stopped by a small town called Forks. Really pretty with the forestry. Juxtaposed by the many clusters of buildings and skyscrapers of New York."

"Is that near the Olympic Peninsula?"

"Yes."

"I've traversed the area before. It is really beautiful! The nice tall trees, different shades of green everywhere, and it's very lightly populated! At least the smaller towns are."

"I was considering moving there." I don't know what impulsed me to say that but it surprised me.

"Really?" Charlotte emphasized the word, equally surprised by my statement.

"Yes, I've been traveling a lot and a permanent home sounds good."

"You don't seem like the small town type. Well, at least to me. Did you buy a house yet?"

"No. I haven't purchased a house, or really, anything yet."

"How about schooling?"

"Sorry?"

"You should look into high schools so it doesn't seem out of place that you are just living with a younger sister on your own."

"Excuse me, did you just say living with a younger sister?"

"You heard me right. I'm coming with you. I think the quaint town of Forks would be a good place to get away for a while. Maybe experience new things. Who knows, maybe graduate high school for the umpteenth time, fall in love, get drunk, that type of stuff."

I couldn't say no to her. Not because she was my sibling, that was just a small fraction of it, she would still just move in with me without my permission.

"Only you would say that. All right, you can come move in with me I suppose. Just don't have any wild parties at my house Charlie." She hated that nickname which was ironic since both her other sister and I used nicknames.

"Ew you just killed my vibe. Ok, after my shift I'll tell her that I'm leaving and then we'll search for a house, transportation, and school." That was the end of our made preparations and a week later we successfully made the move.

Here I am now at our new house. The appearance is pleasing to the eye. It is two stories with a contemporary Victorian look. On the first floor is a wraparound porch. A small balcony in the middle of the front part decorates the house. The inside is decorated with a vintage style. There is a kitchen, dining room, living room, bathroom and an office downstairs (although Charlotte remodeled it to be a music and art room). Upstairs, there is three bedrooms with their own bathroom, each one leading out to their own balcony facing the back part of the house. A library and a main office is on the second floor. Then we also have a basement. It seems empty right now but it is just a spell that is hiding all of our magical items.

Overall I am extremely happy with the house. Our rides I am not so sure about. I brought my beloved Ducati Hypermotard SP (remember OOC) which I would be content riding when not driving to school. Deciding on a car was a difficult decision. I wanted something that would not bring that much attention when riding to school. I had a hunch that a small town did not contain very many flashy cars. Charlotte on the other hand wanted speed and luxury and wanted to get a second car in case we needed to drive more people. We came to a compromise. For the less luxurious car that we would take everyday to school, we chose a white Range Rover. For the second car, we (meaning Charlotte) chose a black Tesla Model X. She would have gone for a third car but I had to pull the reins.

Charlotte and I were done unpacking, thanks to the advantages of having supernatural abilities. Now we were furnishing our rooms to our taste. I have the room in the middle while my sister has the one to the right. The room to the left is unoccupied.

Charlotte's room had the lightest colors with rosy pinks and peaches. She had a cute little chandelier hanging from the middle of the ceiling. The majority of her furnishings were white. An ottoman was resting at the foot of her bed. My room was warmer. Oak were the colors of my furnishings. I had a big bookshelf resting on one wall and on the other side was a desk. Lastly, the third bedroom was a combination of both our rooms. The carpet, sheets, curtains, and walls were lighter colors while the furnishings were dark. This would be a spare bedroom for guests.

It was Sunday, meaning that the following day we would have school. I was all settled in and prepared for the next day. While Charlotte was finishing whatever was left of furnishing, I decided to start on dinner. My sister's favorite food was baked chicken. It sounded good right now so I set to work on making it. It took a shorter time than expected and by the time Charlotte came down the food was already placed on the table.

"Mmmm, smells good B! My favorite too!" She came and sat at the dining table on the opposite side of me.

Dinner was the usual with my sister around. She would be carrying the conversation mostly while I just chewed, swallowed, and nodded.

"I'm actually surprised to find myself giddy for tomorrow." Charlotte said with a grin.

"When are you not?" She stuck her tongue out like me.

"I'm always myself. Even when I wasn't aware of the events of the past year."

"That year was an interesting year." It was an understatement.

"That is an understatement. Can you believe Zelena? I'm just glad she's caught. Something's going to go down soon. Mark my words."

This past year was a blur. Mainly because for the longest time all the Fables, besides Emma and Hook, could not remember what had happened this past year. Even then Hook had escaped the second curse and Emma was given a memory potion.

The Wicked Witch of the West was green with envy. She was jealous of her half-sister Regina and wanted to get her revenge. Fortunately, we could remember what had happened before Zelena could enact her plan. We had all been transported back to the enchanted forest due to the fact of Regina reversing her original curse.

"What are you, psychic?"

"That's not my job, although it would be cool." The rest of the meal was her talking. We washed our dishes then awaited what the next day would bring.

"Charlotte if you don't hurry up you will have to run in the rain all the way to school." She knew I was serious about my threats.

Immediately she opened the passenger door and slid into the seat. Her backpack was slung over her right shoulder, she had a piece of toast in her mouth, and she had her phone in hand.

"Why so early?" Her words were marred by the toast in her mouth.

"It's 7:45 in the morning and school starts at 8. I know we're fables but it doesn't make the car go any faster."

"But that's why I chose it. For its speed. You're also a better and faster driver than I am so we won't be late B." I didn't say anything as I exited the driveway.

High school wouldn't be too bad, considering I already knew most of the material that was taught in your average high school. I had only gone to high school a handful of times. The reason being is that I wanted to experience the education while at the same time be settled for at least a small period of time. This would also be the second time my sister would join me. She would enter as a Sophomore while I would be a Junior. The younger we appeared to be the longer we could stay in one place.

The school itself did not appear to be a school. It had the appearance of brick houses clustered together. The only thing that signaled for it to be a school was a sign that read "Welcome to Forks High School." When I pulled into the lot there was only a cluster of students. I made it in time thanks to my driving. I located the office and parked in front for the time being. Charlotte and I exited the car and entered the building. The office was warmer than expected and filled with greenery. As if there wasn't enough greenery outside already.

Posters covered the walls as well as pictures and certificates in frames. A huge desk separated the room in two. Piles of paperwork were on the desk and sitting behind it was a middle aged woman with red hair, thick glasses framing her face, wearing a t-shirt. When we walked in, she had been writing something on a paper, but looked up at the sound of our entrance.

"Hello. What can I do for you?" I took a look at the the little plaque on the desk that read Ms. Cope.

"Good morning Ms. Cope. My sister, Charlotte and I registered for school and we've come to pick up our schedules and our paperwork." Ms. Cope's face quickly lit up with interest. No doubt we were the talk of the town where novelties were few.

"Yes, I have everything you need right here. Since you do not have any guardians to sign these, all paperwork must be approved by me." Our story was that we were emancipated minors whose parents died recently. We were left with money—we haven't said how much— but it was enough to start somewhere new. No doubt we are the center of gossip.

"Here are both of your schedules, a map, and a slip that all your teachers must sign. Return this slip to me at the end of the day." She proceeded to show us where each of our classes were and highlighted the best routes to each class.

Charlotte's schedule consisted of Algebra II first period, Honors Chemistry second period, U.S History, third period, Art fourth period, lunch, gym fifth period, and finally English. I had English, Government, Trigonometry, Spanish, Lunch, Biology, and Gym for my last period.

We thanked her then left the office. We returned to the car then proceeded to park in the student parking lot. The lot had filled up and was bustling with commotion. When our car passed by, the students stopped to stare. It looked like nicer cars were a rarity to see, or new students. I did spot a Volvo which was pleasant to know at least our car would not be the only expensive car. It was almost time for class when Charlotte and I hopped out of the car. Everyone was not discrete in their staring. We could feel their stares making little holes into our bodies. Today would be a long day.

Charlotte and I said our 'goodbyes' and 'good lucks' before heading to class. It was not difficult finding my first class since all the buildings were numbered. I arrived to English just before the bell rang. I gave my slip to the teacher Mr. Mason and he gave me a reading list of all the books that would be needed for his class. It was fairly easy considering I have read these books countless number of times, yet repetitive.

When the bell rang, a nasal buzzing sound, a gangly boy with skin problems and hair black as an oil slick leaned across the aisle to talk to me.

"You're Isabella Swan, aren't you?" He looked like the overly helpful, chess club type.

"Bella," I corrected. Everyone within a three-seat radius turned to look at me. "Where's your next class?" he asked.

"Government, with Jefferson, in building six."

There was nowhere to look without meeting curious eyes.

"I'm headed toward building four, I could show you the way..." Definitely over-helpful.

"I'm Eric," he added.

I smiled not wanting to be rude. "Thanks."

We got our jackets and headed out into the rain, which had picked up. I knew several people behind us were walking close enough to eavesdrop. It wasn't just paranoia.

We walked back around the cafeteria, to the south buildings by the gym. Eric walked me right to the door, though it was clearly marked.

"Well, good luck," he said as I touched the handle.

"Maybe we'll have some other classes together." He sounded hopeful.

I smiled at him vaguely not wanting to be rude and went inside.

The rest of the morning passed in about the same fashion. My Trigonometry teacher, Mr. Varner, who I would have hated anyway just because of the subject he taught, was the only one who made me stand in front of the class and introduce myself.

After two classes, I started to recognize several of the faces in each class. There was always someone braver than the others who would introduce themselves and ask me questions about how I was liking Forks. I tried to be as diplomatic as possible. At least I never needed the map, not that I needed it anyways.

One girl sat next to me in both Trig and Spanish, and she walked with me to the cafeteria for lunch. She was tiny, several inches shorter than my five feet four inches, but her wildly curly dark hair made up a lot of the difference between our heights. Her name was Jessica, and I did not care much for what she was saying, so I smiled and nodded as she prattled about teachers and classes. I would just review this information later.

We sat at the end of a full table with several of her friends, who she introduced to me. They seemed impressed by her bravery in speaking to me. The boy from English, Eric, waved at me from across the room.

Jessica continued on with her endless babbling. I hardly paid any attention turning my head to look around. That was when I spotted them. Five inhumanely beautiful strangers with pale skin and dark circles under their eyes. They could not be human. I knew they were something other. I concentrated on their scents and immediately knew they were different. This is were I needed to get more information.

"Jessica, who are they?" My neighbor seemed annoyed I had interrupted her but it went away when she saw who I was mentioning.

"Those are the Cullens and Hales." She began speaking. I focused my hearing on the Cullen table.

"Stanley is giving the new student the dirt on the Cullens." It seemed as if they too had exceptional hearing. The one who spoke had an attractive voice.

"They all don't appear to be related. Which are the Hales?"

"The blondes, Rosalie and Jasper are twins. They lived with their aunt, Esme, when they were younger. Then they adopted the other Cullen kids. Alice is the short one with black hair. Emmet is the big muscly guy. But can you believe it. They are like together, together and they live with each other."

"They aren't even related." Angela, the shy girl who I really liked spoke up. I smiled at her.

"But still. It should be illegal or something."

"That's really kind of nice — for them to take care of all those kids like that, when they're so young and everything."

"I guess so," Jessica admitted reluctantly, and I got the impression that she didn't like the doctor and his wife for some reason. With the glances she was throwing at their adopted children, I would presume the reason was jealousy.

"I think that Mrs. Cullen can't have any kids, though," she added, as if that lessened their kindness.

Throughout all this conversation, my eyes flickered again and again to the table where the strange family sat. They continued to look at the walls and not eat.

"Have they always lived in Forks?" I asked.

"No," she said in a voice that implied it should be obvious, even to a new arrival like me.

"They just moved down two years ago from somewhere in Alaska."

I looked back at the table and realized Jessica left out a person.

"Who is the one with the auburn hair?"

"A burn? What?" I mentally sighed. Small town apparently meant small vocabulary. (A/N I had seen this somewhere else and I just had to use it! No offense small town people!)

"Reddish hair," I said rephrasing. I heard a chuckle from their table.

"Oh, Edward—he's so gorgeous—and the one with red hair. He is the only one who is single but don't bother, he doesn't date. Apparently no one here is good enough for him." I internally smiled knowing she had attempted to get his attention. I looked over and saw his cheek lifted too.

Finally it was time to go to our next class. I was walking over to Biology when I spotted Charlotte in the hallway.

"Charlotte!" She turned and spotted me. I waved her over.

"I need to talk to you about something, it is extremely important. Wait here by the door for a second."

"I'm going to be late for class!" I gave her a look and was glad to see she was just joking.

I stepped in and only saw one extra seat next to a certain bronze haired Cullen. As I gave the teacher, Mr. Banner, my slip I stepped in front of the fan. Edward Cullen had stiffened and was glaring at me. I noticed then his eyes were black, coal black.

"You will sit there in the empty seat next to Mr. Cullen." Mr. Banner pointed at the desk.

"Excuse me for a second Mr. Banner I forgot to give my sister something and I believe she came to retrieve it." He gave me a curt nod and I exited the classroom swiftly. I wrote something on a piece of paper on the wall in two seconds.

"Here." I handed Charlotte the note which I had quickly written with a pen I had in my pocket. I wrote,

The Cullens are something other. It appears that they have heightened senses. I observed them all throughout lunch. Not one of them touched their food. I do not know if they could be trusted. This Cullen seemed to react to my scent. I need you to quickly mask my scent here then mask it in the classroom.

"What if they see me?" She mouths.

"They won't. I'm sure of it." I mouth back. The whole ordeal has not taken more than a couple of seconds.

"Thanks." She says before running around me. She proceeds to run into the classroom at full speed creating a breeze.

I step in after her and see that the breeze was only noticed by Cullen. It also appeared that he did not notice my sister. With great relief my scent and the other student's scent had been greatly dwindled. Edward appeared to be confused as I went to sit in the only empty seat next to him. He composed his face when I turned to look at him. His face did not show his earlier aggression but his eyes showed confusion.

"Hello. My name is Isabella Swan but I prefer Bella." I smiled warmly at him and offered my hand.

He seemed surprised that I offered my hand and it seemed he was debating whether to shake my hand or not. He finally smiled back and shook my hand. It was colder than an average human's skin. His skin also felt like stone. I pretended not to notice shaking his hand with a firm grip.

"Hello Bella. I am Edward Cullen." When our hands touched I did not expect a jolt, almost like electricity, run through our hands.

Class began and I did not get an opportunity to speak to him again. I took notes, although I had no need. I noticed from the corner of my eye that he was observing me when he thought I was not looking. Perhaps it had been to bold to have asked my sister to mask my scent. I did not even know these people—if they could be called that—enough to know whether I could trust them. So far none had many any move to harm but that could just be an act. Only time will tell.

As soon as class ended he left quickly. Much too quickly for a human. The first to exit the classroom was him and that made me suspicious. Was he going to warn the rest of his family what he saw, or did not see? I had my own suspicions to talk about with Charlotte. I exited the classroom and made my way over to the office. My sister had appeared just as I rounded the corner. She too had to turn in the slip. I opened the door for her and we wordlessly made our way inside. There was already two people at the desk. They did not notice our entrance and it appeared they were having a small discussion. I recognized them both immediately. Edward Cullen was standing quietly next to his sister Alice.

"Please Ms. Cope. I decided that I actually wanted to take Biology. I thought that going over a subject I already new would be easy, but it's repetitive." She gave Ms. Cope an almost irresistible pleading look.

"Sorry. I'm afraid that Biology is all ready full. Maybe next year dear." With a defeated look and a slight huff, she said her thanks to Ms. Cope.

Edward turned first and spotted us. I gave him a tiny smile. He stiffened at first but eventually he gave me a strained smile. When Alice saw us she looked surprised then grinned at us. Charlotte gave me her slip and walked outside. Alice followed suit and only Edward and I remained in the office. I turned in the slips to Ms. Cope.

"I hope you and your sister's first day went well?" She kindly asked.

"Yes. Although I am only speaking for myself, but it seems Charlotte is settling in good as well." She seemed satisfied to hear that.

I left the office the same time Edward did. I had a feeling he had been waiting for me to exit. He held open the door for me and I thanked him. Alice and Charlotte were talking animatedly outside.

"Shopping is my favorite hobby. We should definitely go shopping sometime!" Charlotte looked like a little girl on Christmas Day.

"No way! I live for shopping! I will definitely take you up on your offer." It appears that there is another Charlotte in school.

"Hey B! I was just talking to my new friend Alice. Turns out she likes to shop too!" 'Likes' is an understatement. I smirked at Charlotte.

"Hello Bella it is so nice to meet you. Maybe you could accompany us on our shopping trip as well?" Alice's grin resembled my sister.

I chuckled before answering her. "Likewise Alice." I offered her my hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Fortunately shopping is more Charlotte's field of expertise. We could still spend some time together in a different manner." She too, like Edward, was surprised I offered my hand. Her off guard expression made me think as if she expected to have predicted this.

Alice shook my hand and turned to Edward. "Well it looks like we must go. I'll be looking forward to hanging out with the both of you. Don't forgot Charlotte, I am not the one to let a shopping trip pass!" If she had been surprised by my handshake she was defiantly not expecting Charlotte's hug.

"It was awesome to meet you! I won't forget don't worry. I might even be able to drag Bella along!" She finally grasped Edward's hand before he could react.

"You too Edward! Alice mentioned you before you exited the office. Maybe you could hang out with my bookworm sister while we shop if she manages to worm her way out of it." I rolled my eyes. He smirked at her.

"Bye Alice, Edward. We will see you tomorrow." Charlotte grabbed my arm as I said this and dragged me to our car while she turned back and waved.

Well today has been, to say the least, an interesting day.