Chapter Two

Beatrice Taylor's doppelganger happened to be named Lauren Mallory.

The school's Varsity Volleyball Captain with one of the best records in their school history also happened to have the same sour, prickly personality Beatrice had. She dismissed me without a second thought when I sat down next to her and her blue-eyed brunette best friend, Jessica Stanley.

She didn't seem as though she cared enough to know about me, but then again, I wasn't aiming to be even friends with Lauren. I wasn't that desperate to seem like a stable girl that didn't have dark agendas of my own since before I would move here.

Jessica Stanley reminded me of a poster of a popular girl from Forks High. Unlike Lauren or me, Jessica didn't have a double agenda on her mind. It was obvious she was friendly to everyone, but she also was someone who was obsessed with gossip.

She wanted to know everything about me, but I only provided her with enough information that made her want more. She sure as hell wasn't going to be getting a whole oral autobiography from me, that was for sure.

No one really knew much about me to begin with, and Jessica wasn't going to change that, no matter how much she seemed to be trying to playfully shoulder nudge me into telling her how life in Phoenix was like and if I had any hot flings back in Phoenix.

Not that I had any, to begin with, I didn't want anyone touching me. No one was worthy enough in my opinion that I wanted to be with, romantically or even sexually. I needed a man who would worship me, someone who could look into the darkest parts of me and find them beautiful.

I wanted a man who would clean off the blood from me, and even lick and kiss the blood off of me if I ever asked him to. I needed a man who would murder someone who I asked him to murder, but also want to murder that person because they wanted that person to die, themselves.

"No. No flings," I merely remarked, making a pout appear from Jessica at the knowledge she wasn't going to get anything juicy from me when it came to the romance/sex department. She went to ask me if I had a boyfriend, even a girlfriend.

Forcing myself to blush, I looked down sheepishly before I pushed pieces of my hair behind my ear. "No, I'm kind of shy when it comes to that. I'm straight, so I have no girlfriends."

"Well, I guess I'm just going to have to change that. My cousin who lives in Seattle has some cute guy friends. I've dated one or two of them, myself," Jessica informed me, as a bitterness came over me and to the tip of my tongue.

Yuck.

I would rather do anything else than find a boyfriend right now, especially one who was related to someone in this school–or was friends with someone in this school's relatives. I would have to be around the person in this school more than I would ever want to be. I just wanted to not have a relationship to begin with, I wanted to get through my time here in Forks without any attachments to anyone. Especially if I was planning on killing this girl's best friend if she even looked at me longer than I would want her to, or just because I woke up wanting to.

I ended up sharing three classes with Jessica Stanley (though I only shared one class with Lauren Mallory so far). I shared English, Trig, and Spanish with her. She still seemed as though she was determined to become friends with me. I would play along for right now, though in the end I would decide what to do. Until then I would force myself to be the shy, and somewhat timidly nice girl in school, accepting Jessica and her friends.

When lunch time came, Jessica almost seemed as though she was skipping through a field of flowers as she led me in the direction of the cafeteria. I stayed next to her, keeping up to her pace, and wondered how someone could be so cheerful all the time. I also wondered what it was like to rely on the need of gossip instead of just learning in time about something.

Entering the cafeteria, Jessica went directly towards the round cafeteria table that was in the middle of the cafeteria. Prime real-estate I could tell. She held so much pride at how she and her friends had snatched one of the best tables in the cafeteria. They would be in the center of all the action, and people would subconsciously without thinking have their eyes flicker in the direction of Jessica and her friends as they would eat their lunch.

Reaching the cafeteria table, Jessica began to introduce me to the group of teenagers that were around me. First, she introduced me to Lauren again, though Lauren didn't seem as though she approved of her best friend introducing her again to me. Then there was a cute, Asian girl that was the Lutheran Pastor's daughter and happened to be in the Newspaper Club. She had glasses that had clear frames and she was covered in multiple layers of clothes to keep her warm. The boy next to her that also had Asian features was named Eric Yorkie and he was in the Newspaper Club too, he was fidgeting with his camera that was slung around his neck. The black boy who was holding a basketball and was bragging about how he had gotten the most scores during practice was Tyler Cowley. Lastly there was Mike Newton, with a baby face and pale blond hair that was gelled back. He reminded me of a freshman, and he was immediately interested in flirting with me.

"I need to go and get me some lunch," I quickly informed the teenagers around me before I got up from my spot that was left for me and hurried away from them. I hadn't been around that many teenagers in a long time, even the teenagers I hung out with outside of school downtown back in Phoenix didn't consist of that many teenagers.

I took my time getting my lunch, always noting in the corner of my eye how there were teenagers that were always staring at me. Including Mike Newton, he was staring at me without any shame. I bit my tongue and kept it within my closed lips, knowing the last thing I needed to do was mutter something that someone could hear. I needed to keep this silence, I needed to keep this innocence about me if I was supposed to show a good side to this town.

Arriving back at the table, I sat down and noted how everyone was talking about random events that were happening in town. I began to eat without adding anything, though I had barely started to eat a good bit of the food, when a hand shot out and grabbed my arm. I fought the urge to bring my other hand up and slap Jessica across the face for even having the audacity to touch me without even asking permission. She wasn't worthy enough to touch me.

"Bella! Bella! It's the Cullens!"

For Fuck's Sake!

Did I look like I gave a shit about some stupid family?

I was only here because I needed to get away from Renee for some time.

Jessica dropped my arm and I turned around despite the irritation flooding me, threatening to swallow me whole. Oh, how I wished I could stab her with an actual metal fork or knife for even thinking that I gave a shit about being friends with her, much less about this damn town and this family that was important enough for Jessica to touch me.

The first thing I noticed when the first two Cullens entered the cafeteria was how they had stunning golden eyes, they reminded me of the eyes of owls. Striking, large, and demanding attention. Oh, and they did demand attention, whether or not the wearer of those eyes wanted the attention on them. Though these first two Cullens seemed as though they were thriving in the spotlight.

The girl that stalked into the cafeteria was almost inhumanly tall, with thick curves in all the right places. Her golden hair that fell midway down her back was wavy and reminded me of the ocean if it were made of liquid gold. She was dressed in a skintight white sweater with skintight black designer jeans and tan boots that had cream fake fur lining the inside of the tan boots, along with the top of the tan boots. The designer tan coat stuck like glue against her waist with fur around the neckline of the coat covering a good amount of the coat. The fabric belt was tied in a beautiful bow that was fashion magazine/model worthy.

"That's Rosalie Hale. The guy next to her is Emmett Cullen. They're dating."

Emmett Cullen was an inch higher than Rosalie Hale.

He was burly, in a wrestler manner (though if he tried to go toe to toe with the school wrestling team back in Phoenix, he would have destroyed them), and was thick enough that I contemplated if he did steroids. Then again, he could just be that fit naturally, I didn't care too much to overthink it. He was wearing a white cotton shirt with a gray cotton jacket over the shirt, dark washed jeans and some tennis shoes that probably hadn't been released to the public, so they were insanely expensive.

"He's a big guy, isn't he?" I couldn't help but probe, wondering what it would be like to go toe-to-toe with him. I'd probably end up being crushed to death, but it would be interesting to see him actually in the middle of combat.

"Fuck yeah he is. I'd love to have him squeeze my head between his legs like a cantaloupe," Jessica mumbled, her eyes scanning over Emmett shamelessly as she took a long sip of her drink through the plastic straw.

I couldn't help but stare at her for a moment longer than was appropriate, before deciding that I would rather get back to who the rest of these Cullens were. The last thing I needed to think about was how blunt and outspoken Jessica Stanley was, especially when it came to matters such as wanting this Emmett Cullen to squeeze her head like a cantaloupe between his legs.

The next girl that came into the cafeteria was tiny and seemed to suffer from an eating disorder. She shared the same bluish white skin as her siblings.

Her hair was hacked away on the top of her head, there were pieces of hair that were in all different directions and the shade was obsidian–an almost navy blue black. She was dressed in a skintight shirt with a turtleneck that went halfway up her neck, with sleeves that were gray lace, and the actual shirt was deep gray, though there were two vertical triangles that were midway down the sides of her shirt, black. She wore black slip-on shoes, and she had a bracelet of what looked like real pearls and black charms around a bracelet. She wore tights instead of jeans, since the shirt went down and covered her butt, and her mid-Thys. She had a black pea coat that was draped around one of her arms.

"That's Alice Cullen and Rosalie Hale's twin, Jasper. They're dating."

Jasper Hale on the other hand immediately intrigued me, as I could see that he was suffering with demons constantly. I wanted to know him, I wanted to break him. I wanted to see what demons were behind those dark golden irises, eyes that were darker than any of his siblings combined. He had canary hued hair that fell to his thin and long shoulder blades, and he was muscular enough that it piqued my interests, it wasn't as huge as his brother's. He was dressed in a black round-necked shirt with a gray knitted sweater jacket over it, dark washed jeans and some dress shoes.

I brought my attention away from Jasper not that long afterwards, again I didn't want to raise any concerns from those around me. First of all, the only reason I was intrigued by him was because he had demons and I wanted to introduce mine to him. I could either pull him into the dark side or I could crush him, either way, I was certain that others would look at it as though I was romantically interested in this Jasper Hale.

No. I wasn't.

"Then there's Edward."

Edward?

What was with all these old-timey names? I would have expected at least one of the teenagers to have a cooler name than the one they had been given.

When Edward came into the cafeteria, I couldn't help but arch one of my eyebrows up when he came into the cafeteria.

He was the least muscular guy in the group, but he was lean and still muscular to a point. He had auburn hued hair that was a mess upon the top of his head, a few pieces were falling in front of one of his eyes and he was wearing a simple male designer sweater with a navy-blue pea coat in the crook of one of his arms. He had an intensity to his features, as though he was trying to keep himself blocked off from everyone around him. (to say the least he reminded me of the My Chemical Romance emo fans)

"He's single but don't bother asking him out," Jessica scoffed as she angrily stabbed the canned green beans that were on her lunch tray. Ah, so she had asked Edward out some time ago and she was still recovering from the rejection he had given her.

Jessica must have thought I wasn't taking what she had said to heart, which I really wasn't. I was just sitting with all these teenagers because I needed to look more social than I was. My reputation would mean everything here, I had to make sure that if I ever decided to kill someone in this town no one would suspect I would have been the one who had murdered them.

"Seriously, Bella! Don't bother with Edward. He apparently doesn't know good tastes in girls anyway," Jessica added before she took a bite of the green beans she had stabbed onto her plastic fork. I nodded my head in response, so she would think I was taking what she had said to heart.

Edward reached his table and sat down with the rest of his siblings. All of them looked related but not at the same time. Turned out they were all foster siblings, except for the twins. They were Mrs. Cullen's niece and nephew. Rosalie and Jasper had lost their parents and Mrs. Cullen and Dr. Cullen decided to adopt them. The other three came along because they didn't want Rosalie and Jasper to feel isolated due to their eye condition, so that's where Edward, Emmett, and Alice came in.

Thankfully, I didn't have to sit here and hear Jessica continuing her anti-Edward speech, because the bell rang. Gathering my things quickly I went in the direction of where the cafeteria doors were only for me to notice blond spiky gelled hair rushing in my direction. I curved my lips upwards at the thought of me putting my foot out and making him trip without even paying attention. He would fall onto the hard linoleum tiles and I would feel happy for the rest of the school day, if not for the whole day. It might even make my day. Alas I knew this would be frowned upon.

"Bella, wait up! I have Biology with you."

Great.

Just what I needed, to be stuck in a classroom with Mike Newton.

I had been lucky enough so far without having this boy in any of my classes, but of course I would soon learn not only did I share Biology with Mike Newton I also would end up sharing Gym with him. This must be a part of the penance I must suffer though for the darkness in my soul that went through my veins and into my mind, so everything was tinted in darkness.

Shooting Mike, a small, awkward smile, he seemed to smile even brighter at how I wasn't pushing him away from me. Even though I was revolted by the very presence of him and the rest of his friends, except for Eric and Angela. They seemed like good people. Other than that, I couldn't give a shit about them and they could all die for all I cared–I didn't care if they died either by my hand or by happenstance but they needed to die.

"Thanks for walking me to Biology," I thanked him when we entered the building and stood outside of the classroom. "I'm glad I met you and the others. I hope we can become good friends in time."

Mike opened his mouth to say something, probably trying to subtly mention us becoming more than friends in time, but thankfully Mr. Banner (the biology teacher) asked him to come into the classroom and leave me alone.

Good man.

I would even make an actual attempt in this class. I could always learn some more information about the biology of a person though he probably wouldn't want to teach me it if he learnt the real reasons I wanted to learn the biology of a person. It would probably send him running away, either to call the authorities to have them check my mental status or because I wanted him with me so he could teach me all the body parts as I was cutting open said human bodies/victims.

Entering the classroom after having my mind drift off, the fan that was sitting on the teacher's desk turned its head into my direction and sent some of my hair flying around me. I handed Mr. Banner my slip for him to sign, and after being told, I was having to sit next to Edward Cullen (don't worry! He's a nice kid, you don't have to worry about anything!), I went in the direction of where the said angst-ridden teenager was.

Yet, when my eyes landed on Edward Cullen, I could see the familiar darkness that coincided with my own. It was barely there, on the surface but I could see that he was wanting to slit my throat open. Anyone else would have thought he was just going through something, but I could tell the exact feeling that Edward had because I had the same feeling towards Lauren Mallory. Only I was better at concealing my emotions, he was pathetic at it.

Reaching my new lab table, I sat my backpack upon the lab table near the front and away from my school supplies so that they wouldn't bother each other. Edward had a forest green spiral notebook that was sitting right in front of him, dead center. It was even flipped to a clean page so that he could write notes down like the diligent student he was.

I made sure to look away from him and roll my brown eyes, finding that he was quite disappointing. There wasn't anything about him that drew me in other than that typical bloodlust people like I and him apparently had. Even then he was horrible at concealing it. I could be nice and help him learn how to better control the need to kill, but then again why the hell did I even want to do that? He wasn't going to offer me anything in return that I wanted.

The entire time that I sat in that classroom, listening to Mr. Banner as I tapped my pen against my spiral notebook in between taking notes I could feel Edward's eyes on me. I didn't show any discomfort from it, nor did I turn and tell him to stop staring at me. I was at least glad I wasn't sitting next to another Jessica Stanley or even Mike Newton.

Ugh.

Just the thought of sitting with Mike Newton made bile want to rise up and come spilling out. Please. Anything but that dimwit sitting next to me and attempting to pathetically flirt with me.

The bell barely chimed to signal the end of the class period when Edward was already out of his lab stool and out of the classroom. I arched one of my eyebrows up at him, not knowing how to truly feel about the knowledge Edward had just left almost right before the bell rang, which wasn't possible. I was probably just overthinking this, looking for things about him that were odder than normal things that made up him.

My last class of the day ended up being Gym, and when I entered the gymnasium, I was hit with the realization that I would end up having to be forced to do physical exercise not only the rest of my junior year here, but I would also have to end up taking this forced elective my senior year. I also couldn't skip the class, which I often did back in Phoenix, and no one really paid attention because of how many teenagers I shared the elective with.

Coach Clapp was standing in the middle of the gymnasium, his athletic school uniform in the color of royal blue and gold. He had a baseball cap over his head, covering his thinning hair and he had his whistle hanging around his neck. He took my slip of paper without any hesitation and wrote his name down before he handed me back my slip, telling me I could sit in the bleachers today because he needed to reserve a gym uniform for me.

The moment the final bell of the day rang, I quickly gathered my things together and went down the bleachers quickly. Everyone else went in the direction of where the locker rooms were so they could change back into the clothes they wore to school. I made sure I left fast enough that no one would come out and try to talk to me. Said people who would talk to me would be Mike Newton and Jessica Stanley, and the last thing I wanted was for them to talk to me after school.

I had barely opened the front office doors to hand Mrs. Cope the slip of paper my teachers signed only for me to widen my eyes when I saw Edward Cullen standing in front of me. He was asking if he could change his biology class for another period of the day, which obviously meant he was wanting to change the class with another because of me.

I was almost flattered by this, but also worried. I needed to have a lab partner, and just because Edward couldn't contain the bloodlust that was deep within him didn't mean he needed to have the attention focused on me instead. Not that I would show my bloodlust, but I still didn't want any more attention on me than usual–and having Edward Cullen not as my partner in class any more would bring unwanted attention towards me.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cullen but you'll have to keep your classes as they are. I can't do anything for you," Mrs. Cope informed the golden-eyed boy, enough for him to clench his jaw before he nodded his head in a polite manner to her.

"Thank you anyway, Mrs. Cope. Have a good rest of the day."

Edward Cullen turned around, his handsome face even sourer and pronounced in irritation when they landed on me. I made sure to make my 'doe-eyes' even bigger with concern, and for me to show sadness at overhearing what he had wanted. He went forward and opened the front office door, pausing for a moment. His golden eyes met my brown ones for a moment before he made his face clear and unemotional again, shutting the door behind him.

I stood there for a moment, my heart stopping in my chest for what seemed like forever in fear he had managed to see through the facade. Yet when he looked at me, he was none the wiser. I could only hope I would be able to keep this facade up for the rest of the time I was in Forks.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is my first work of horror ever. And it just so happened it ended up being in a fanfiction. Bella doesn't meet Aro until Chapter 25, I know that's a LONG WAY in the future, but I'll be going through Twilight and New Moon basically before they meet. Don't worry things will get even more bloodier and crazier once she meets Aro. In case you were wondering, yes Bella does murder before she meets Aro. I won't tell you who, or if there are more than one victim, but rest assured Bella does meet her dream goal before she becomes a vampire.

anyway, I hope you have enjoyed the fanfiction so far.

-Emmy

as always: Twilight doesn't belong to me