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Chapter 2: First Morning

Isabella POV

It wasn't even 4:00AM when I opened my eyes for the thousandth time that night. Everything was racing in my mind. I was doubting myself, and that was never good. I tried to not wake up fully, to not let myself worry, but I found all I was doing was letting myself think of everything that could go wrong and just staring off into space. After finding that my ceiling was not very interesting, I threw my blankets off of me and stood up out of bed.

There was only one place in this house where I could clear my mind and that is where I found myself headed. I opened my window, meeting a cool breeze, causing me to shiver in my shorts and tank. I stepped onto the roof, finally finding my mind go blank as a looked into the dark forest. Sitting down, I closed my eyes and took a breath through my nose. I could smell the earthy air and sap on the trees. It reminded me of home; the place where I grew up to who I am today. I now knew nothing would go wrong, I was prepared, and I was ready to become what I've waited for most of my life. What I am was what I was always meant to become. If something went wrong, I could handle it because that is who I am. If something went wrong I would try not to let myself feel and just choose the logical path.

I stayed out there until I heard my alarm clock go off in my room, an annoying beeping noise. Reluctantly, I headed back inside. My room wasn't a very interesting sight. I knew this was not my permanent home, so I did not feel the need to decorate it. The walls were painted a neutral tan as were the sheets and comforter on my bed. Nothing cluttered my dresser or nightstand and because I did not bring very many clothing items, the draws were also empty. Next to my alarm were two small framed pictures, one of my mother and father, smiling wide and the other of myself, my sister, Chrys, and Jacob, taken a year ago on Chrys's birthday.

I had set my alarm early to avoid traffic towards the bathroom, so it was only 5:30AM when I headed for a shower. Under the warm water I realized just how cold it had been outside. It was rare that I could have a hot shower often due to the lack of water heating at the training camps. Not wanting to waste one moment of the relaxing and comforting water, I let it run until it turned cold, welcoming the warmth on my skin. I walked into my room in only a towel and nearly jumped when I saw a figure standing over my bed.

"Ang! What are you doing in here?" I asked, annoyed with my twin sister, "You have your own bedroom, you know?"

Angel gave me her famous death glare.

"Yeah, but you are not to be trusted to pick out your own outfit." Chrys replied, walking out of my closet holding a shirt and shoes in her arms that I didn't even know I owned.

"I think she should wear that shirt with these skinny jeans, the blue is perfect with her skin," Angle said regarding Chrys.

"Yes! And these Jimmy Choo black wedges!" Both of their faces lit up and I knew I couldn't talk them out of anything they agreed upon.

I let them dress me up like a doll and afterwards I let them do my makeup and hair as well. At the end, I admit, I looked pretty good, not that I had a chance to really look because by the time they finished, it was almost time to head to school.

Once I was free from the prodding demons, I rushed down the stairs, intending to grab a quick bowl of cereal before heading out. My plans of driving off early to school were soon interrupted; the smell of eggs and bacon filled my senses coming from the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks, closing my eyes to take in the wonderful sent. I quickly came out of my haze when my stomach growled, telling me to go and get the food that smelled so wonderful.

Inside the kitchen I saw a sight I never imagined to see. Michael was at the stove flipping food on a pan with a huge grin on his face; he looked happy and content to be here in Forks. He wore a blue apron with white lettering reading: "Mr. Good Lookin' Is Cookin'" covered in flour; there was also flour in his hair. For some time I stood in the door way gaping at him, until he turned to me, placing a stack of pancakes on the table.

"Come and eat, Izzy. You need to keep up your strength today," he said in his memorable deep voice that always seemed to leave me speechless.

From my experience it is hard not to feel some sort of attraction to vampires and from my studies they were made to be that way. They were designed to attract their pray, to be irresistible to the human race. Michael was no different than the average vampire, everything about him was irresistible, but being used to it, I have learned to mask my desire pretty well, as has my sister.

I obeyed what he said and sat at the rectangle table looking amongst the food that was already placed there. Michael had cooked a feast for our first morning here; every breakfast food imaginable was sitting in front of me. I filled my plate, eager to dive right in.

"Did you just get back from fat camp?" Jacob asked amused as he sat next to me and started piling food on his plate.

"Your one to talk," I replied, gesturing to his mountain of food.

Jake stopped to look at me in the eye. "I am a growing man," he said as his explanation.

I tried to keep myself from laughing, but I let a smile slip, earning a glare from Jacob. "Of course, how could I forget that you are a man." I chuckled at my sarcasm and went back to eating.

Angel acted a lot like I did when she walked in the kitchen, but didn't need to be asked to sit down. I noticed how Jake's face lit up the moment he saw my sister; she respond the same way when he caught her eye. The look they gave each other was not inappropriate in the least, but seemed intimate enough to cause a need to give them privacy. I concentrated strongly on my plate until Chrys made herself known in the room.

"Morning everyone!" She said in her usual cheerful voice, making everyone turn to her with a greeting smile. She looked intently at her father before saying, "Stop cooking you big loon and sit with everyone at the table."

Michael smiled, still scrambling more eggs. "Have you forgotten that I don't eat?" He asked, amused by his daughter.

Chrystal gave him the evil eye. "I don't give a shit, get your ass in one of those seats before I drag you there myself." Once she caught sight of his powdered hair, she glared even more firmly, wrinkling her forehead in the process. "Are you trying to aggravate me?"

I smiled as I tried to act like I wasn't listening.

Michael looked confused until Chrystal started playing with his hair, getting out all the flour. Once she was done she pointed to the table and demanded that he sit down.

Michael sighed as he turned off the stove and made his way to the end seat at the table. As he sat he mumbled something about Chrys being exactly like her mother.

There was a comfortable silence that rested over us while everyone ate their breakfast. Once everything was gone from my plate I looked up to see everyone's eyes on me.

Jacob was the first to speak, "So, what's the game plan boss?"

"Uh . . ." It took me a minute to organize my thoughts and realize that he was referring to the Cullens. "Well, there isn't much action that can be done now, since we don't know much about them. Today we just need to observe them from afar. Ask other students about the information that has been given to the public. I'm assuming they try to close themselves off from any human contact but on the off chance that any of us gains some kind of verbal interaction, which is unlikely, only let minimum dialogue and don't try and draw any attention to who we are until we know better what to expect from them."

Angel smiled warmly at me. "So, basically just act like normal high school kids and gossip about the strange weirdo kids."

Everyone laughed at Ang's blunt way of describing what we have to act like here.

"Yeah, I guess so," I agreed. "Michael, you will be in charge of having the first interaction with the Cullens. Acting as a good teacher, you will check everything about them in the school system, set up a parent teacher conference to get a feel on Mr. and Mrs. Cullen. They will agree to confide in you because you are a vampire and I am hoping their curiosity towards your involvement with us is what will draw their attention enough to where we can speak with them on a more personal level."

Michael gave me a small smile and I swore I saw pride in his eyes as he looked at me.

"If that's it we should be on our way; do not want to be late on our first day."

Everyone listened to Chrys and stood at the same time. It took only about ten minutes to clear the table and head out the door. We took two separate cars to drive to Forks High School, Jacob road with Angel and Chrys while I road with Michael. The ride was quite, the only sound coming from the radio.

When we pulled into the parking lot every eye turned to us. I closed my eyes, resting my hand on the door handle, and tried to calm my racing heart and even my breath.

"You got this," Michael whispered from the driver's seat.

I turned to him to see a smile on his face, but I didn't believe him. If I didn't do this right then I couldn't trust myself to do other missions; I knew the dangers that could happen if even the smallest mistake was made, and it scared the shit out of me.

I must have shown the fear through my eyes, because Michael reached out to squeeze my hand in a comforting way. "You've studied vampires for over eight years, you know how they think and you know what to expect from them. You've trained for situations like this and know what to do at any sign of trouble; even if you get lost, I'll be here to fix everything. There is nothing to worry about, Isabella, you got this."

I nodded my head in thanks. I could do this, I had the support I needed; I wasn't the only one in this.

At that moment my door flew open to reveal Chrys.

"You ready?" she asked, holding out her hand.

I put on my best smile and took her hand, pulling myself out of the car.

I looked around at everyone staring at the 'new kids'. I could feel a real smile forming as I looked at my family; I had them to keep me afloat on this mission.

"Yeah, I'm ready. Let's do this."

That was Chapter 2! Please review. The more feedback the better writer I can become. Thanks to everyone who has read this and is following it. Next chapter will be Edward POV!