Chapter One

A bluish tint welcomed me when I arrived in Port Angeles, reminding me I was away from the warmth and sunshine of Phoenix. There were people that were moving throughout the airport. All of them were on their own pathways through the world, had their own agendas that would either see the light or wither away. For some of them only the most dedicated would succeed in what they had planned, and I hoped with all my heart I would end up being able to see my agenda of death succeed.

Every time I saw someone that reminded me of Renee as I moved throughout the airport, I would think of my failures again. I kept my face plain when it came to my failures and to those people that had similarities as Renee, knowing the last thing I needed to do was let slip my innocent facade. Especially since I would end up living with Charlie, it wouldn't matter if he wasn't in law enforcement, but he was, so I had to be extra careful.

Charlie was more than thrilled when he saw me. His obsidian thick hair was covered by his police hat, and he was still wearing his police uniform. His brown eyes I shared with him were shining in happiness at the sight of me. He waved hello at me and called my name, enough for me to reach him and hug him (to say the least I surprised him when I did this. We weren't touchy-feely people, but I had to show I was more than happy being here).

"It's good to see you, Bells. I'm glad you decided to come and spend the remainder of your junior year and your senior year here. It's not the same without you," Charlie confessed, which in return made me smile at him. I admired his innocence; it was something that to others they would wish I had inherited from him but that wasn't possible.

There was something wrong with me, dangerous about me. Just the thought of killing someone excited me, made me wish with all my heart to have already accomplished. I didn't care about killing multiple people, I just wanted to know what it was like to have someone's eyes drain out of their life and to see them covered with blood. It didn't matter how I killed them, just knowing I could see their pretty blood was enough to put me in a good mood.

"I'm glad I'm here now too. I could use a new change of scenery," I remarked, making him almost frown when he saw how I was really okay coming here. I was certain it must also be because of the fact I wasn't traumatized by Beatrice Taylor's death (he would have thought I would be crying when I saw her fall those five feet onto the hard ground).

"Don't know if it's really new. It's been the same since you were thirteen, kid," Charlie pointed out, earning a nod from me in agreement.

He had moments of irritation on how I had decided to go to California for two weeks with him during the summers instead of coming up here for a whole month. I had been starting to get the cravings to kill when this happened, and the last thing I wanted to do was get even more attached to Charlie. Partly because he was in law enforcement and the other being he was my father. I didn't want to accidentally kill him when the goal was Renee.

Charlie was right. The town wasn't any different than before I had started to go to California with Charlie. There were the same buildings that were surrounding the small three thousand and something populated town. There was the same bait and tackle shop that was the closest store to the lake in the distance. A few houses that had been built in the beginning of the town were in the middle of the main road, including the mayor's house.

People were waving hello to Charlie when he drove through the main road. I made sure to give some smiles towards the people too though I couldn't really give a shit about being nice to any of them. I wasn't planning on becoming best friends with anyone here. I would just stay here for the rest of the school year, succeed in killing Renee during the summer, and then come back here to finish my high school career before going off to college.

When we arrived at Charlie's house, I smiled truly at the sight in front of me. It was old faithful, since Renee had the habit of us moving around Phoenix a lot when I was younger, and she demanded we live in the newer apartment complexes. This two-story white paneled house with two bedrooms and one bathroom was the closest thing to stability in my life, anything that had to do with Charlie ended up in stability. The inside of Charlie's house would be the exact same, I wouldn't have to deal with a new couch in the living room that we couldn't afford but looked so cute in the uptown furniture store Renee had to use a prepayment plan for it.

A Chevy truck was in front of the house on the gray driveway. It was a faded red color, with big, rounded fenders and a bulbous cab. The truck had been owned by my godfather, Billy Black, who was a native on the La Push Reservation. He had bought the truck in 1984, it had to have been new in either the late 1950's or the early 1960's.

"I see you got a new truck," I said, enough for Charlie to blush and rub the nape of his neck before telling me that he had bought it for me from Billy as a homecoming gift for me. I thanked him, though I couldn't care less about it.

I got out of the front passenger seat of the cruiser, noting in the corner of my right eye how one of Charlie's elderly neighbors was peeking out of their house from behind the screen door that was in front of their open front door. I gave her a small smile, waving hello to her. She studied me for a minute as though she was trying to remember me before she waved hello back to me, allowing me to know she had remembered me after all. She would never know she was looking at a teenager who had attempted murder three times on her own mother, and I was planning on keeping it that way in the eyes of the neighbors and the rest of the town.

I turned away from the brick two story house next door and instead focused my attention on Charlie's house again. I went forward against the frost covered front yard, the frosted grass crunching underneath the soles of my shoes. There were dents and scuff marks on the front door, which reminded me of some of the more drunken occupants of Forks that would come in the middle of the night and kick at the door when Charlie would arrest some of their friends or family members.

"Bella?"

I blinked and turned around, looking at Charlie to see him standing behind me with a confused look upon his pale face before he asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just reminiscing, that's all. We should probably get into the house, it's going to get pretty cold tonight and I need to get a good night's rest for school tomorrow," I explained, earning a gruff nod from Charlie before he went past me.

Charlie unlocked the front door and I trailed after him, while he went upstairs so he could sit my luggage in my bedroom. The living room was average sized, there wasn't anything special about it. There was the plaid navy blue and forest green couch. Then there was the coffee table that was originally owned by his parents that had been given it to him and Renee for a housewarming gift. A television set that was from the late nineteen nineties was angled so the people that were on the far-left side of the couch and the angled brown leather recliner chair could see it perfectly. There was the ceiling fan that was above the furniture on the textured ceiling, and a floor lamp was situated between the recliner and the plaid three-seater couch.

I went towards the staircase and traveled up them, flinching from the constant groaning that came from walking up them. One of the great things about living in Phoenix with Renee, we always lived in a single floor apartment or single floor house. Ranch house styled, everything that would be easy for me to sneak through the house and hide the rat poison and the sleeping pills without her hearing me shuffling around in the dark.

I went down the second story hallway, where Charlie was waiting for me. I glanced into the bedroom, immediately being greeted with the west bedroom of the house. There were light blue walls, peaked ceilings, yellowed lace curtains and a secondhand computer with a modem (phone line) stapled on the floor to the closest phone jack. There was a rocking chair from my baby days in the corner of the room, taunting me and reminding me how Renee always acted like she loved me when I was a baby but would have put me up for adoption as soon as I would be born if I weren't Charlie's child, and she wasn't married to him.

A white wrought iron bed was up against the left side of the room, with a light purple bed set on it–a pretty shade of purple. There was even a quilted blanket at the end of the bed my grandmother had made for me, which didn't have a footboard unlike the big square headboard.

Of course the grandmother who made my quilt was Charlie's mother, Grandma Swan. Renee's mother on the other hand never really came around to the idea of Charlie or even me, she thought Renee needed to be with someone who cared about their safety just as much as his family. In other words, she thought Charlie was a piece of shit to even be in law enforcement when he had a wife and a baby to care for. His only dream of being a cop meant chicken shit to Marie Higginbotham.

A whitewashed nightstand was next to the bed, on the right side, along with a matching dresser across the room. There were some fake plants that were throughout the room, along with some of my favorite plays that were taped up on the walls. My favorite Shakespearean play of course was Macbeth. I adored Lady Macbeth and thought she and I would end up splendid friends if she were real–after all power was everything, one needed to rule with an iron fist and blame it on your innocent husband when it came to being accused of murder and other assortment of crimes.

"I thought a few fake plants would brighten up the room…" Charlie drifted off, making me turn and look at him. The plants were fine, there was nothing wrong about them. I just never cared about plants that were alive, I never had the time or patience for watering them.

"It's fine, Dad. I'll remember to fake water them," I joked to him, earning a curved smile from him at the light tease I gave him. He reached over and patted me on the shoulder before saying, "you're a good kid, kid. I'm getting us some food from The Lodge in an hour. Are you okay with a hamburger? Or would you rather want a steak?"

"Hamburger sounds good," I assured him, which made him nod his head before he left the bedroom and cracked the door behind him.

Once I was certain he was down the hallway, I opened up my suitcase and my duffle bag. I began to put my clothes into my dresser along with hanging up some of my clothes on hangers in my closet. I paused half way through and grabbed the radio remote that went to the radio in my bedroom and picked up one of my favorite band CDs that were still lying around here from the last time I had been staying here and put it in, allowing the music to start reverberating throughout the room.

Softly singing to the music, I focused my attention on making sure to settle into the house, knowing I needed to not get too excited about being around new blood. I would be around teenagers that would automatically befriend me, just because I was the new girl in school. Like the innocent girl I claimed I was, I would sheepishly go to them and join their group of friends.

Tomorrow I would have to attend Forks High, where I would eventually find that one student that would remind me of Beatrice Taylor. Whether it was the same hair color as Beatrice or her personality, which was as welcoming as a cactus, there would be something there that would remind me of Beatrice's death. Which would also in the end make me want to see this person's death.

Turning off the stereo once I had put everything into their proper places I went downstairs to the front door opening. Charlie was coming into the house with the greasy bag of fast food. I could only imagine the look on Renee's face at the fact Charlie still ate most of his food from there. Or the fact that he was fine with feeding me the not so nutritious fast food that had amazing fries and homemade dipping sauces for the said fries.

"Food's here! Come and get it!" Charlie called, happily, before he went into the kitchen. I rolled my eyes at him fondly before I followed him.

The kitchen was average sized, with dark brown paneled walls and white linoleum flooring. The upper kitchen cabinets of the kitchen were painted a tacky yellow, and a square kitchen table was right next to the wall that faced the front yard. There were three mismatched chairs that were around the table, along with a FORKS' DAILY NEWSPAPER on the side of the table that didn't have a chair to it. There wasn't anything that would be newsworthy in the town…yet…maybe I would change that or my bad luck from Phoenix would come with me here.

Sitting down at the kitchen table after I dumped my food onto a paper plate (and telling Charlie I would go to Thriftway this weekend to get us some groceries), I plopped down at the chair I would claim as mine before picking up some French fries and dipping them into one of the homemade dipping sauces–it had the word BAM in the name.

"So, is there anyone at the high school I should look out for?" I probed carefully.

I was wanting to know if there was someone odd in the town I could actually get along with. I had a group of ragtag friends back in Phoenix but maybe the word 'friends' was too generous. We enjoyed the same music and they thought Renee should die too.

Charlie shook his head. "No. All the kids here are good. Other than the occasional truancy case there's not really anything that would raise concerns."

I nodded my head, allowing him to know I had heard him. A little bit of irritation came over me though. I really did want someone to relate to.

Then again if I got too close to someone they would find out my true intentions and decide to tell the police. Charlie would end up shocked and hate me in the end, or he could surprise me and defend me. He'd tell people I wasn't someone who would kill someone, the person who had said I wanted to kill someone had just said that because they didn't like me.

Dinner was spent the rest of the time without us speaking to each other. We didn't have anything else to tell each other. We weren't talkative people to begin with. Besides, what was the point of mindless chatter with each other over random things just to break the silence? It would only make things even more irritating for me in the end.

I went upstairs after spending some time downstairs, watching a random television show with Charlie. It was one of his favorite shows though he had told me it was okay if I wanted to watch something else. I didn't really care much for television so I let him have control over it. There wasn't anything good in any way, I was quite picky on what to watch (I actually loved documentaries on serial killers and horror movies. Two subjects that Charlie would not watch)

Eventually, when it was late enough for me to go to bed at a decent hour I went upstairs and got ready for bed. I washed my face and put on some medicated cream to make sure none of my blemishes would turn into pimples and blackheads.

I brushed my teeth and my hair in an attempt to not have my hair become too tangled up in the morning. The last thing I needed was to deal with having a ridiculous number of tangles in my hair. I even put on one of my lovingly worn pajama sets, finding no reason why I should buy any new pajamas until I absolutely needed to have them replaced.

The next morning I woke up, ready to go to the high school. I was intrigued to see who my classmates were going to be for the remainder of my junior year and the entirety of my senior year. I wanted to see if there was anyone who would end up getting on my 'list' of potential victims or those who I thought weren't even worth the hassle of trying to kill. I might even end up killing one of them in the end, knowing I wanted to go ahead and see what it was like to kill someone even if it ended up not being Renee.

As was expected, Charlie was already gone to work. He had to get up at insane hours and arrive home at a decent hour. After all, he was the chief-of-police. It wasn't as though he was just a normal police officer. The town and police department depended on him the most out of any of the police officers. He also took his job seriously; he didn't want anything bad to happen in his town.

I went downstairs and grabbed a random box of cereal Charlie had bought not that long ago. After pouring some into a bowl and then some milk, I picked up one of the spoons from the utensil drawer and ate without any care. I didn't really savor the taste of the cereal; I wasn't a big breakfast kind of person but if I didn't eat breakfast then I would be starving by the time lunch would come around.

The neighbor next door was outside, going on a jog with their dog next to them. The neighbor turned her head, her wrinkled features becoming more prominent when she reached one of her hands up to cover the light sunlight from hitting her sensitive eyes.

Apparently, she babysat me when I was little, and Charlie needed to go into the police station for random emergencies. She claimed I had a weird obsession with the knife block and had to keep it locked away because I would randomly be found trying to play with them in the kitchen. I even cut her one time on the arm when she went to take the knife away from me. She didn't want to continue babysitting me after I had done that, finding there was something weird about me.

Reaching my hand up I waved at her, enough for her face to become paler at the knowledge I was acknowledging her. She snapped her head away from looking at me and continued jogging with her little yipping dog next to her. I dropped my hand when she was gone and rolled my brown eyes before I left the kitchen once I had taken care of the bowl and spoon.

Going upstairs I picked out a random graphic sweatshirt, dark washed jeans and some boots I found on clearance at the shoe store in the Phoenix mall. I made sure to braid my hair into a sideways ponytail and grabbed a random parka I had also bought from one of the many multiple Salvation Army thrift stores throughout the city.

Grabbing my purple backpack along with my knitted satchel, I rushed downstairs and opened the front door before allowing the door to shut behind me in a thud. I locked the front door, though to be honest there wasn't anything expensive or interesting enough in Charlie's house for someone to steal. Oh, and the fact that he was the chief-of-police would only mean someone who wanted to go to jail would try and break into the house.

Getting into the truck I knew I would miss having air conditioning and heating, since I would be forced to deal with the coldness of the truck. Another reminder of how I really didn't like the cold and wet, at least in Phoenix I could sit outside in the backyard by the swimming pool and get a nice tan. Here, I would only get paler than a ghost. I would wither away in the cold.

The drive to the high school wasn't too bad though. The high school was built off to the side of the highway, where the high school was made up of single buildings that were interconnected to each other through pathways and overhead roofs. There were a good number of teenagers that were already in the parking lots with their own cars, getting out and socializing with each other, or they would end up going towards their first class of the day.

Pulling up to the front office building, I sat there for a moment before sighing. I got out of the truck and grabbed my things before I shut the front driver's door behind me. I went to the front doors and opened them before entering, the chilly air conditioning was enough to send goosebumps across my bare skin. I shivered some without meaning to, before my eyes had fallen towards the details of the office.

There were padded folding chairs, along with orange flecked commercial carpet that was at least two decades old. The carpet needed to be replaced. Potted plants filled as many crevices as they could, as though I forgot that there was more than enough nature that was outside. A counter cut the office in half. A large woman with red hair and red freckles that matched her hair color was wearing glasses that matched the purple sweater she was currently wearing.

"Oh, come in, come in!" the woman declared, enough for me to come closer to her. She beamed brightly when I came close enough to her for her to notice I shared the same eye color as Charlie.

"You must be Isabella!"

"Bella. I prefer Bella," I quickly remarked, which ended up surprising her some. She seemed to push that away a moment later before she motioned me forward as though I needed her permission to even come anywhere near her.

Inwardly rolling my eyes, I went forward and soon learnt her name was Shelly Cope, she was the receptionist for the high school, and I was to call her Mrs. Cope (why she would give me her first name to begin with when I wasn't allowed to call her Shelly, I didn't know). She had my schedule for my classes, along with a map with highlighted pathways for me to know which buildings I would be going to for classes. She finished with a slip of paper I needed all my teachers to sign before I would come back to the front office to give her it.

Stepping out of the front office I made my way towards my first class of the day, English in building 3, with Mr. Mason. I was pretty good at English, so I knew I wouldn't have any problems if I decided to go into my daydreaming that could get pretty morbid. Mr. Mason would probably call on me during those times, but chances were I would be able to blush and stutter out a response if I needed to, to keep up an act of being the shy girl in school.

I almost paused as I reached the doors that led into the English department when I saw what looked like a doppelganger of Beatrice Taylor walking towards me. She had on a Varsity Volleyball hoodie with athletic sweatpants and tennis shoes from Nike. Her hair was scraped up in a high bun and she was listening to the short girl next to her with a wild mane of brown curls and brilliant blue eyes. I couldn't help but follow them, noticing at the last minute that they shared the same class as me.

Whoever this blonde look-a-like to Beatrice Taylor, she had caught my attention…and not in a good way.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: uh, oh...looks like Lauren Mallory made the list! I'm probably going to add Mike to the list. Other than that we can't have anymore kids at the school die. I hope you liked the first chapter of 'Blood-Stained Girls'.

Fun fact, Lady Macbeth is my favorite Shakespearean play. I also love Phantom of the Opera.

anyway, until next time!

-Emmy

ps: Twilight doesn't belong to me. Partly because I was in late elementary/early middle school when the saga came out. I started reading the saga in 6th grade.