Stephanie Meyers owns Twilight – I just like playing with the characters. All movie and song references belong to their respective performers and creators. They just add depth to the story, and for that I am grateful to them. J

Oh, and thank you for all the kind support I have received since my first chapter. Especially Dark Queen, I am incredibly grateful for the chance to make your story shine!

Chapter 4

EPOV

I think it would be helpful to share about my "family", and I say family because none of us are related to each other, but we love each other fiercely. This concept is odd for vampires. In fact the only thing that binds us together is the incredible loyalty and love we have for one another. Carlisle, my "father", created me back in 1918. I was living in Chicago at the time with my mother and father. A Spanish influenza epidemic spread like wild fire, attacking my father first, then my mother, and then me shortly thereafter. Carlisle was the physician on call that night, and upon her death bed, was begged by my mother to "save" me. You see, my mother was very observant, she had been watching Carlisle, knew what he was, and was willing to let me into this lonely hell as long as I lived.

A few decades and three moves later Carlisle met my "mother", Esme. He hadn't meant to change her, but when he found her broken at the bottom of a ravine, he brought her back to the house and saved her. I have never known what she was doing at the bottom of the ravine, and she has not shared that story with anyone but Carlisle, but I love her just the same. She is the best mother a growing vampire could have. I met my "sister" Alice at Woodstock. Yes, Alice was a hippie, but not a normal hippie. She is a Wiccan and believed that Woodstock was the beginning of a powerful movement to bring nature and humans together finally. To her disappointment it was just a huge concert for people to act out, get stoned, and have lots of gratuitous sex. It was great time, she has been with us ever since. No, Alice is not a vampire. She is all Witch! She is also clairvoyant, can cast spells, dabbles in runes and tarot cards, and her favorite is tea leaves and palm reading.

Last, but definitely not least, is my "brother" Jasper, or Jazzy as we like to call him. Jazz is a history buff. He loves the past and story it tells. He dabbles in photography, but loves the emotional side of all things in the world. People have accused him of being EMO, not Jazz. Jasper may be empathetic, but he is not EMO. He was changed back in England during the time of Columbus; in fact Jasper sailed to America with Montezuma, not that Montezuma or his men knew. He has been here in America longer than any of us, seen more than any of us, but for some reason he is content to stand back, watch the world go by, and most importantly, love Alice. They are soul mates, literally! Jasper has crossed Alice's path every 100 years. He can tell her each reincarnation she has been and each time Alice has been something different. Alice's favorite is how she was one of the Indian maiden that killed Custer. Of course Jasper was riding with Custer at the time, which is how he met Alice at that time. Their romance has been epic!

They were all gathered at the table in the dining room when I came down the stairs. I had stopped in my room after I had come back from hunting. She had always left me needy and thirsty after seeing her in the dream plain, a bear and two deer was enough. I decided to dawn my black pleather pants, my black boots with skull buckles. I was going to be working in the art room in my free hour today so I decided on a black tank-top for men, sleeveless, with skull print and metal ring. Alice got it for me last Christmas, loved this shirt. I donned my black & grey camo jacket that had zippers and some rivets, before I headed downstairs.

"Very nice, E," Alice smiled as she looked me over. Oh, did I mention I could read minds? Yeah, cool power when you're 10 years old and people ask you what kind of super power you want, but not so much when you are 93 years old! I kissed her on the top of her spikey black hair and sat down next to Carlisle. He smiled up from his paper at me; I leaned back in my chair and looked at Jasper.

"Seriously? A top hat?" I questioned. He shrugged, got up and kissed Alice, and proceeded to the front door.

"I'm driving," he announced as he walked to his jeep. Alice looked at me with a smile and we both followed him out.

"Did it go well this time, E?" Alice asked, looking up at me with anticipation. I smiled at her and pulled her into a one arm hug.

"One day we are going to meet and it is going to be explosive, but before things could get too serious she woke up," I sighed heavily and opened the jeep door for her, "She haunts me, Ali. I don't know why I keep punishing myself."

Alice stroked my cheek and smiled at me, "It won't be long. The deck doesn't lie. Last night it brought up the 'lovers'…"

I kissed her again on top of the head and smiled at her sadly. She climbed into the back seat and I got in to the passenger side next to Jazz. I looked at him again and gave him a perplexed look, "Really? A top hat?"

He laughed and started backing out of the drive, "The deep purple ribbon makes it a hatter's hat. Get with the fashion." I shook my head and smiled, he was a unique man, this Jasper Whitlock was.

BPOV

I decided that if I couldn't go back to sleep and continue to dream about my King, my God the man smelled like musk and spice, I would just have to get up. Today was the first day of school for me and if I was being forced to go, I was going to be comfortable. A first impression on your court is imperative, but I needed to get the feel for the scene but needed to look stellar in the process. I grabbed my black jeans, they were comfy, the knees were ripped out, they molded to me, and best of all they were the ones Renee hated the most. I grabbed my crushed velvet black shirt with the floral lace and mesh on the sleeves and around the top of the front and black. It had satin ribbon that laced up the front. I grabbed my silver cross off my dresser. It had an old catholic cross appearance and at the tip of each point was a blue stone, and on in the middle. It hung around my neck from a black satin ribbon. I decided to straighten my hair today with my flat iron, nothing to fancy.

After donning my make up, I put on my chunky black Mary Janes, and grabbed my black velour jacket with the black fluff at the top, silver zippers and side buckles. Charlie was blaring War Pigs by Black Sabbath while he read the paper and eating a huge bowl of Captain Crunch. I loved my dad. He was wearing a white t-shirt, faded blue jeans, and brown work boots. My father is an art teacher at UDUB. He used to be a police officer, but when he and Renee split up he decided he wanted more out of life and did a total 180. Now he listens to metal and classic rock, teaches 5 days a week with a few labs on the weekend 2 times a month. That is why he is so open to my lifestyle. He appreciates my ability to be who I am and what I want to be. I like some of his music, and he appreciates my writing, but we don't cross over one another's lines. The great thing about Charlie, he doesn't hover. I am a can be free. I kiss him on the cheek.

"Ready to rule the school?" he smirked and put his paper down.

"Not today, just going to see what the waters are hiding and see where I can wiggle in," I grabbed some bread and popped it in the toaster, "You ok with me exploring today. I want to check out some of the local hot spots."

He chuckled and then reached for his wallet in his back pocket, he slid me $30 and smiled, "I don't know what time I am going to be home. I have a few students who want to meet with me about their end of the term projects. Why don't you get some dinner at the diner, or just see where the wind takes you. "

I smiled back at him, thanked him for the cash, and slid on out the door. I smiled at my truck, he was beautiful. Red, rusted, a behemoth and all MINE! I hugged my truck, "I shall call you Lucifer, you red devil." I know, I am corny, but every car needs a name. He started with a groan, but soon started to growl, and I made my way to the high school with no problems at all. I pulled in next to a black jeep with a little black skull over the gas tank. Cute, I thought and grabbed my black messenger bag (it had a Skelanimals penguin on it).

The air shifted as soon as I walked into the hallway. It's the same no matter where you go to school; everyone has to stare at the new girl. Didn't help that the new girl looked as if she fit in to many of the "unacceptable" groups that litter the campus. I ignored them; I had many years of training to prepare me for what they wanted to dish out. Lucky the front office was close by and went in to find out where my classes are. Yeah, the thing about schools, the office staff pretty much have the same mind set as the students. So if you look like an "undesirable", it is the same feeling across the populations.

Well that is what I thought until I met the office manager, Shelly Cope. Ms. Cope just smiled at me and handed me a schedule, "You, my dear Miss Swan, have the most gorgeous shade of red hair. I want the brand."

I think this woman actually made me blush, "Thank you, Ms…."
"Cope, dear, but you can call me Shelly. I am good friends with your father, Charlie told me I could be expecting you today," so that is how she knew who I was, "I have arranged for a little chaperone for you, just for today. Till you get you're barring on where everything is. ALICE!"

A pixie of a girl waltz over. She had spikey black hair, was wearing a deep purple gypsy skirt, a black peasant shirt, and a black choker with a purple heart on it. She stared at me for a moment, like she was staring off into space and then a Cheshire cat smile spread across her face. And with a little bit of whisper, "You!"

I had no idea what she was talking about, but she grabbed my hand and started to pull me out the door. I could hear Ms. Cope giggle in the background before the door closed to the office. Alice stopped in the hall to look at me, the smile in place, it was really starting to freak me out.

"May I see your schedule?" She asked and I tentatively handed it over. She studied it for a while and then began again, "I can meet you after most of your classes, we share Spanish and English together. You have one class with my brother, but that is after lunch." I didn't know it was possible but her smile seemed to get bigger and she looked up at me, her gaze seemed to be far off and mystical, "You have to join me for lunch."

In fear of making the pixie angry, I answered, "S-s-suure. No problem-m." And then I smelt it, musk with a hint of spice. I turned my head in all directions looking for the source of the scent. He couldn't be here, right? I mean surely it is just residual from my dream.

Before I could figure anything else out, Alice pulled me along to my first class. Gone was her smile, she began to bite her lower lip as she dragged me along, "We have to hurry, the bell is gonna ring."

I blindly followed her to class. Yes, I think I would have rather stayed at home and finished my dream…sigh.

A/N: I found Bella & Edward's clothing on this great Gothic Clothing site called: The Black Angel. I may choose a lot of their clothing there, their coats are there too. Here is the link:

Edward's shirt:

Bella's shirt: