Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga is owned by Stephanie Meyer. I don't happen to be her; therefore, I cannot possibly own it.

Rating: Rated 'T' for 'Teen'. May change later.

Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, Family, Fluff, Friendship, First Time, General, High School, Horror, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Supernatural, Vampires

Warnings: Adult Content, Blood, Discriminatory Language, Violence

Pairings: Jasper/Bella, Emmett/Rosalie, Carlisle/Esme, Peter/Charlotte

Summary: Your typical story. Boy meets girl. They fall in love. A baby is quickly made. What happens when the boy's a vampire? What happens when said vampire is killed before the baby's born? Renée doesn't know what's going to happen to her baby, but Nahuel promises to keep it safe from his father. Jasper/ Bella


Author's Notes: A Bella POV, finally!


07. Chevy


May 1955

Bella's P. O. V.

I would miss Canada. We had spent ten years here, almost eleven, and it felt like home. Nevertheless, vampires were un-aging and my aging ceased at seven, we had to move on. One day, sixty or seventy years from now, we would come back. I didn't know how I'd live without snow surrounding me almost year round, but my father assured me I'd learn to love New York. Slowly, I taped up the box full of the last of my encyclopedias. My family left me in charge of taking care of packing up all of my books.

Eventually we did have to take down that wall just to add in a library for me. At the next house, we'd have to do the same or just set one aside specifically for my books. Neither of my parents understood my craving for knowledge but they accepted it as a part of me. It was why they were willing for us to move to a place where I could attend college. Unfortunately, Nahuel and Aunt Huilen didn't come with us. Instead, they left to go back to South America. Emmett and Rosalie, though I never called them by their given names, took some convincing, but, eventually, they agreed for us to visit them after a couple of moves. In a good ten or fifteen years. I was already looking forward to it.

But first, there was the world to see. Finally I'd be let out of the house. I'd be able to see a town. I'd be able to explore.

I knew that if anything ever went wrong, I'd be locked up again, but it was worth it. At least now that we lived in a larger populated area, there would be more selections for shopping. There would be bigger bookstores. I wouldn't have to wait two weeks just to find something else to read. We'd be about twenty minutes from town and could get a new selection so much easier instead. Oh, this was just fantastic!

Plus, my father said I'd be able to get a car. Anything I wanted. I wasn't sure what I'd choose, seeing as I hadn't seen much other that those two trips into town when I was still an infant and Emmett's 1941 Chevy Special Deluxe Convertible. Still they were certain I'd find something up to my standards. Of course, since I'd mostly be traveling around in Mama's 1954 Studebaker Commander, I wouldn't need anything just yet. I had however long I was going to take to decide.

Placing my last boxes in the back of the moving truck that Daddy would be driving, I sighed. Most of what we were taking wasn't furniture like most humans would do. We could buy newer pieces there that were up to date in the fashions of this decade instead of the ones Rosalie bought back in '42 when my parents first decided they wanted to leave 'The Cullen Nest'. Whenever someone referred to the coven in that particular manner my giggles would start up.

Oh, the Cullens. No one spoke ill of them, trying to let me form my own opinion of them by the many conversations I listened to while one of my parents were on the phone and the understated stories told by my mother. Emmett would rarely speak of Edward due to his rising rage and hatred towards the boy. I might only be ten and eternally sixteen, but I was more mature than that child. Even still, Esme and Carlisle seemed kind if one ignored the obliviousness held on to towards their Golden Child's inflated ego. Perhaps one day I might meet them but with how protective Rosalie and Emmett were, I seriously doubted it.

Either way, Edward wasn't someone I wanted to associate myself with.


June 1955

"Bella! Come downstairs. You've studied enough for tonight. It's time for dinner." Oh jeez. And I was just getting to the good part. Rosalie and Emmett had bought me textbooks relating to what all was taught in the four years of high school to ensure that they had covered everything. I had. After I realized this, I went digging through my library to reread the same subjects a bit more detailed than what public schooling offered.

I could hear the phone ringing downstairs in the kitchen. We've never moved it from that place as it was such a good location for us. It seemed that the Cullens had impeccable timing in calling when I was either about to eat dinner or a snack. Sometimes they would ask about me, ask about my progress in resisting the tasty humans. Never had I felt any bloodlust towards them, in fact most disgusted me. Rarely did I feel bloodlust at all. After much deliberation, and worry on my parents' part, we thought that perhaps this had to do with my shield. Surely if it could protect me from harm it could also protect me from myself.

As I went downstairs, quietly taking one at a time instead of jumping down them as my father would do, I heard the remnants of a whispered argument between my mother and whoever was on the other side of the telephone.

"Just because you might be ready to see her doesn't mean she wants company. We're happy alone with the three of us."

"Rosalie, the two of you might be happy there without your family, but she might want to see other people." I recognized this as their sire.

There was a rummaging noise as someone stole away the line from him."Give her a chance to know us. To love us like you love us." I saw a smirk grace my father's face. He knew my feelings towards that group of vampires."We're just asking for a chance."

Finally, Emmett spoke up. "If she wanted to talk to you she would have. When you call us or we call you, she's usually right next to us. She's had plenty of chances to 'get to know you' or talk to you. There's always the possibility that she simply doesn't want to know your 'family.'" He spat out the last word with disgust, almost equivalent to the revulsion I felt for the Golden Boy.

"Besides," Mother continued, "we know you're wanting her to be a companion for Edward." My metaphorical hackles rose at this knowledge. This I hadn't been told. "And with everything she's heard from him, she wants nothing to do with him. She'd sooner rip him to pieces before she'd contemplate being his companion." My parents knew me so well.

"Had Emmett been telling his tales?"

"No Carlisle. Just like when we'd be on the phone with you and she listened in, she heard the things Edward said to us first hand. Including the 'Harlot' bit. Trust me when we say she would destroy him before she would allow him to touch her. She has higher standards than that-"

"That's enough Rosalie," Esme scolded. "You might not care for your brother but that doesn't mean you have to speak so cruelly of him."

I purposefully stepped on the last step, the one Father hadn't had a chance to fix yet, and it squeaked loudly. Neither of my parents startled, most likely having known I was there. However, I could hear the stressed breath Carlisle took and the small gasp Esme made and it pointed to their unknowing.

"Like we said. She's usually listening in. We don't mind it; we have nothing to hide. There are no secrets in our house." She paused, looking over her shoulder at me. "Bella, would you like for Carlisle and Esme to visit?"

My answer didn't need any thought. "No, I don't want them here."

"Well, would you like to visit them? I'm sure they'd be very accepting."

"No." The less people that knew about me the better. Besides, Edward wouldn't stay away for long. From what Father told me, he was always looking for someone to usher his 'dominance' over. Mostly it was trying to prove he was better than everyone due to his mind reading gift. "I'll talk to them on the phone though, if that's okay."

Both Rosalie and Emmett smiled at me, their emotions didn't take a negative turn, so I knew they didn't disapprove of this action. "Hang up when you're done."

"Yes Ma'am." The two of them smiled at me before leaving me in the kitchen. I knew that they'd either be off doing whatever it was they did when they were alone or hunting down a meal. Seeing as they ate a week ago, it would most likely be the former.

"Hello Bella, we've heard a great deal about you." Yes, all except what makes me so different than the average vampire. "We've been wanting to meet you for a while, but we can settle for just talking to you for now. It'll a pleasure to get to know you." Dear, dear Esme. It will be a long time before I ever allow you to meet me, if the time ever comes.

"I've heard a lot about your coven as well."

"Family, Bella. We're a family. Covens stick to being one or two, maybe three. We have six. There's Carlisle -he's the patriarch- and me. I'm the matriarch. Of course you know Emmett and Rosalie already. They're part of this family too. They're our children. We have Edward; he's a mind reader. Contrary to what they tell you, you'll like him just fine. He's a wonderful boy."

"That's only five members to your coven."

"You as well. You're part of our family too. And it's a family, dear, not a coven." I gritted my teeth together in irritation. "Darling, you should stop that. It can damage your teeth."

"I thank you for your offer in joining your coven, but I must decline. I have a wonderful one where I am."

"Oh?" I could almost heard the head tilt in her confusion. "I wasn't aware there was another group of vampires where Emmett and Rosalie decided to live. Do we know them?"

"There isn't."

"I'm afraid I don't understand Dear."

"We are our own coven, Mrs. Cullen. Although they may associate themselves with you, we have been our own coven for the past near eleven years. We are the McCartys, not the Cullens."

There was a giggle at the other end of the phone. "Don't be silly, little one. Emmett and Rosalie are part of our family. They haven't left us. You're part of it too. Soon, when you meet Edward, you'll see that as well."

"I'm sorry, but they're waiting on me to head out and hunt. I have to go. Goodbye." Mother came back into the room as she heard the metal screech in protest of my hand crushing it in my fist. The pat on the back she gave me did nothing to quell my frustration and anger at the air headed woman. I had thought she was kind, but it appears her obliviousness didn't stop at overlooking her son's arrogance. "Do you think Daddy might be up for a hunt?"


August 1955

Two weeks. In two weeks I'd be beginning school. Today we were going to get our books for the semester. I had chosen my major to be a nurse. Honestly, I'd rather study to be a surgeon, but no one would believe whatever age I told them I was. If you were going to look like a teenager forever, you couldn't pick a field that took years in college to make your potential career. Maybe next time I could pick architecture or education.

Unfortunately for Mother and me, being a mechanic was still considered a man's occupation, so Father was the one enrolling himself in Mechanics. The two of us knew he was going to hate it, but he was taking the classes so that we could study it with him. If he paid attention while we read it out, he might actually pass the subject. It wasn't like he had to actually study like humans would.

Then there was Mother. She didn't enroll in the same college we did. There was New York's famous Fashion Institute of Technology school close by that she had been eyeing ever since our move here. Apparently I needed to learn about fabrics. I didn't even like fashion or clothes. Something that hadn't changed from my days as an infant was my love of being in the nude. Clothing was too hot no matter how little I wore. Still, I wasn't going to run around naked with my parents around. My father had already seen my parts far too often from when I was a baby and couldn't look after myself. I didn't understand why Rosalie couldn't have done it instead.

As we passed by a used car dealership, I was struck with the sight of what I considered to be vehicular beauty. It was a scratched up red truck with big, rounded fenders and a bulging cab. Automatically I knew it was Chevrolet's Advanced Design Series pick-up truck. They didn't start manufacturing these until post-World War II and stopped making them sometime last year. These beasts were a very popular sale in its eight year run. They had stock engines producing a mere 92 horsepower and a three-speed manual transmission powering only the rear wheels. The trucks weren't fast, not by any means, but Chevrolet bragged about its fresh air heating system and larger two-piece windshield that would give an increase in viewing distance. The heater wouldn't be used much, if at all, so that aspect didn't matter much to me.

"Stop the car! You've got to stop." I didn't even wait until the car was at a stop before leaving the vehicle to run out into the slow moving traffic.

"Bella! Get back here!"

I didn't. Sure, I was moving a little too fast for a human my size, but people would simply assume I was an athlete. I skidded to a halt and embraced the hood of the truck. "You're perfect. I love you."

My parents waited until the road was clear before rushing over to me. Rosalie whipped me up off of the truck and shook me by the shoulders. "Bella, what in the world were you thinking? You could've gotten hit by a car! What would we have said when you weren't even hurt? People would notice when a tiny slip of a girl was run over by a car and didn't have a scratch on her." With every sentence I was yanked about again, for the longer sentences I was given an extra hard shake.

"But… Mama, she's perfect. I think I'll call her Louise. She looks like a Louise, don't you think? Don't you just love her? She's amazing." I detached myself from her hold and hugged the truck once more. The two of them looked at me as if I had lost my head. I knew this wasn't a typical vampire vehicle. The supernatural kind preferred luxurious and swift vehicles, not swollen beasts.

It was Father who spoke first. "I think she's more of a Bertha."

My giggles began and I flung myself at him. "Oh, I knew you'd love her, Daddy. You said I could have any car I wanted and I want this one. Mama and I can fix her up and make her pretty. You'll see. She's perfect."

Soon enough I was the owner of a red 1953 Chevrolet.


Ending Author's Notes: No, Jasper didn't make an appearance in this chapter. Hopefully, he'll be introduced soon though, but it might not be how you people are hoping.


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