Disclaimer: I own nothing. That's it.

A/N: I really dislike the idea of mates and imprints in the original work. It just felt wrong. Like, people are forced to love someone instead of building a healthy relationship. I also like the concept of a soul mate meaning something more than just romantic relationships, and instead is linked to the feeling of knowing each other from a past life or even the feeling that your souls agreed to meet in this life even before you were born. Knowing that I hope you enjoy this fic!

Btw, English isn't my first language and I have no beta so...


Chapter 1 - Hour-Reversal Charm


The vampire stood on the other side of the street, watching the TV light spilling out of the window filtered through the curtains. Although it wasn't that late you could barely hear any sound coming from the other house, a couple was talking about their bills, someone was watching old re-runs of The Office and a couple of houses down the street a mother was trying her best to put her kid to bed but said child kept interrupting The Very Hungry Caterpillar to ask questions that almost send the vampire into a fit of giggles. Human children have always been amusing to her, they are innocent and honest in a way adults can't always be.

The breeze was cold but that wasn't new, this is Forks, after all, people should expect the cold in this part of the state. If she took a deep breath, she could take on all the nuances that differentiate the woods here from the ones back home, back in Britain she would spend weeks exploring some of the woods in search of animals she had only seen in books before. It was fun, and a good way to spend the time, she has filled journals with the things she learned. She even published some, some others have only been seen by her sire. Her sire... It would be a lie to say she hasn't come all this way because of him.

Deep red eyes went back to stare at the house. It was just as she remembered, a two-storey house in dire need of a paint job, the police cruiser parked in the front and the sound of a baseball game playing on the TV let her know the owner was inside. And even without it, she could hear his heartbeat. He was getting so old...

The vampire stepped out of the shadows and crossed the distance to the house. She could smell the stench of wet dogs. It was similar to the one of true werewolves, but still missed the mark. She fought hard to keep the laughter inside while thinking of how the little pack was convinced they were werewolves and at the same time had no idea about what the true curse was like.

She pressed the doorbell and waited.

It wasn't long until the owner of the house opened it, whatever he was going to say died in his throat when his eyes met the figure standing on his front porch. The woman, for she is a woman even if her body was forever frozen at twenty-one, barely an adult by today's standards, was an ethereal vision, with porcelain skin that only showed the tiniest bit of blush, which paired with her red eyes were tell-tale signs of having recently fed on fresh blood, everything on her figure was delicate, from the thin wrists to her doll-like face and frame, all framed by wavy blond hair, long and in a shade that was almost white in the dark and under artificial light.

She looked nothing as she did as a human. She knew it... He knew it too. But deep inside, on an instinctual level perhaps, he could feel the truth. The one he had been trying the hardest to ignore for the past couple of years when his daughter started to resemble the woman in front of him. The woman he, a long time ago, thought he knew.

"Hello, Charlie." The smile on her lips didn't do much to hide the tremble in her voice, "I guess we have to talk."

...

Isabella's life is a mess of astronomical proportions.

And she accepted that.

Is not as if she has much of a choice. But still... It was somewhat nice to recognize how much of a trainwreck one could be.

To begin with, this was ridiculous. Why did she feel so broken? And all because of one boy... Okay, maybe to use the word boy wasn't accurate. To be fair, Edward is a vampire, a one-hundred-year-old vampire and her first boyfriend, so maybe she was justified in feeling sad over the end of their relationship, especially with how traumatic it was. The way he simply left her in the middle of the woods, how empty it all felt. His words... Her mother was right about how words can leave much deeper scars inside someone's heart.

She also didn't want to worry her father as much as she knew she was doing. Charlie deserved so much better than all the shit she has been pulling on him ever since she started dating Edward. Yes, they are awkward around each other but to be fair, he didn't get the chance to raise her, they only met during Summer and even then, Bella couldn't tell him about what her life and school were truly like. After all, how are you supposed to explain to your dad that your mum hid during their entire relationship the fact that she's a witch?! That you are a witch? And Bella knows how pragmatic her father can be, he wouldn't believe her, Gods! He might think she went nuts after getting lost in the woods. No... It was better that he didn't know about Ilvermorny and magic being real, she wouldn't risk giving him a heart attack over that. Or at least that's what she had been telling herself all this time to feel less guilty. And yes, she understands that by being her father he has the right to know, that she won't be breaking any laws, but at the same time... She had been putting it off for later for years that it was now hard to even think about the topic without the heavy guilt weighing on her guts. A feeling that became ever so familiar ever since she decided to move to Forks, hiding the fact that she was still studying magic and sending her assignments to her professors through a vanishing box in order to graduate with both her magical studies and her mundane ones with the help of a pretty nifty time-turner her mother helped her get (she had to submit an application to the MACUSA and pass some evaluations to get her permit to use it, but she managed somehow).

And it was thanks to said time-turner that she got into the current mess.

It began with Bella finally deciding enough was enough and that she couldn't just stop living because of one guy. Yes, the guy was the supposed love of her life and the one who broke her heart into tiny little pieces and pissed on top of them before pulling a Houdini in the middle of a forest, but she refused to let him win, and he would if she didn't get a way to pull herself out of her funk! And the way she found to do just that was by throwing herself head first into her assignments. They were all overdue anyway...

Bella pulled the magical tomes, fountain pen, ink bottles and some paper before she got started on transfiguration, she needed to keep her grades up so that she could go into the Healing program next year. Potions wasn't a problem, not really, but transfiguration on the other hand... Anyway, the point is that she was focused, maybe a little bit too focused on her work that when her dad opened the door to check on her, she was caught so off guard that, while trying to hide her books and all of her stuff she fell, face first on the hard floor, with books, bottles and all. She felt more than heard the time-turner break under her shirt, glass and sand getting into the lacerations and the pull under her navel. Charlie's scream was the last she heard and then... Nothing.

No...

Not nothing.

Darkness and pain.

Like fire licking her limbs and consuming everything in its wake. It settled deep into her bones until nothing was left but ashes as her magic tried to fight it off until the fire and the magic stopped attacking each other and started working in tandem.

How long has she been in pain?

Has it been days? Months? Minutes? Time stopped making sense and Bella was starting to believe this was hell. That she died and was paying for being an awful daughter and keeping so many secrets from her dad, so it shouldn't be that much of a surprise that she was in shock when she woke up to see Carlisle making his best effort to become one with the wall opposite to the bed she had been laying on.

"Carlisle...?", her voice didn't sound like her own. And she must have spooked him by the way his eyes went so wide when she called him.

"How do you know my name?", he was speaking slowly, as if he was afraid of scaring her, or maybe scared of her.

"What do you mean how I know your name? I have known you for months, Dr Cullen! I dated your son!", was he pretending not to know her?

"I... I don't have a son."

Her thoughts came to a screeching halt as her brain decided to start paying attention to more than just the fact that she was seeing Carlisle and how that could mean that the Cullens were back. The room wasn't just small and dingy compared to the Cullen's house back in Forks, but Carlisle was dressed in robes. Wizard robes. Dark and clean, but not new.

She got off of the bed faster than she expected. Her movements felt weird, smooth but way too fast for her to be able to control.

"What... What is happening?", was she drugged?

"Do you remember anything? How did you get into the Alley or how you were so hurt? Was it a magical accident? A spell gone wrong, perhaps?"

"You are a wizard... You... You are a wizard.", how has she never noticed? Were the rest of the Cullens also wizards turned vampires? "And did you say alley? No. I... I was at my dad's house. I fell and then...", she started taking off her shirt, not caring for how Carlisle was looking anywhere but at her. She had more pressing matters to attend to, in this case, to check the time-turner. What she found was its broken remains and no lacerations on her chest. Her skin was actually way too smooth and unblemished. No... This couldn't be happening. Not like this.

Bella looked around for a mirror, and when she didn't find one, she patted her pockets for her wand, sighing in relief when she realised she still had it on her and transfigured a metal cup into a plain hand mirror.

Red eyes stared right back at her.

The beauty was out of this world, but she always knew vampires to be far more beautiful than the average human. She reached for her hair, it felt smooth but the colour was all wrong, the once dark and rich brown colour was washed away and, in its place, it was an almost platinum blonde, her face holding no imperfections as if the girl was, in reality, a porcelain doll with pouty rosy lips and red doe eyes.

"You turned me..."

"I'm sorry. I swear if there was any other way to save you I... I would have done it. Trust me. I'm a Healer. I took the oaths and honestly... Merlin," his hands went to his hair, pulling on the golden strands as he failed to find the words he was searching for, "You were dying when I found you in the Alley. For an instant, I thought it could have been another vampire with the amount of blood you were losing, but when I got closer you smelled of magic, way too strong and foreign to be your own. It was killing you. And honestly, I don't even know why I saved you. At least... Not in this way. Merlin, I'm doing an awful job of explaining things."

"The time-turner," her voice seemed distant even for herself, "It broke and... And you don't know me. You don't know about Edward...", the pieces were forcing themselves together, no matter how much she refused to acknowledge them, "Carlisle... What... What year is it?", how much did she fuck things over?

The way he frowned with his head tilted a bit to the side almost sent her into a fit of giggles at how cute and innocent the gesture looked for a creature that is, for all means and purpose, a predator.

"Tis the year of our Lord 1665."

"Shit."