Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight and no copyright infringement is intended.
This story is quite a bit different than S.H.I.T. It will have a little supernatural in it, some romance, suspense, drama and of course, humor.
Thanks to Dollybigmomma for offering up her amazing beta skills for me again. Read and enjoy!
I'd never given death much thought before. It was something I'd instinctually known was inevitable for everyone, so I figured there was no sense in dwelling on it.
It was a funny thing, if you really thought about it, though. If death was not a certainty, would we live our lives differently? Would we put ourselves in harms' way to help others, or ourselves? Would we throw caution to the wind and live life with reckless abandon?
There were probably a million different answers to this question. If you were Bella Swan, however, the answer was yes. I would live life differently. I'd put myself in harms' way, and I'd do it with a smile on my face. Not for some sick, masochistic or even altruistic reasons, though. I just happened to have a lot of pent-up rage bottled inside me, and I was hell bent on vengeance.
At the age of sixteen, I was orphaned. My parents met their untimely demise at the hands of a low-life mugger, leaving me a ward of the state. That was the first time in my life that I had actually paid half a mind to the thought of death. Like it typically did, whether in absentia or in all its permanent glory; death changed my life irrevocably.
I spent the next two years in random foster homes, biding my time until I turned eighteen and could just go my own way. I wasn't beaten or abused like so many others, but that didn't do anything to lessen the bitter feelings of abandonment and the intense feelings of hatred towards people like the asshats who had put me in my current predicament…bad guys.
I was a good student and followed the rules. I kept my nose clean and flew under the radar for the most part. I managed to graduate from high school, get several scholarships to pay for college, a minimum-wage job at a coffee shop, and a tiny little apartment of my own. Life was starting to look up for me.
I wasn't sure what I wanted to do for a career, and I definitely had no aspirations of finding a man and settling down to have two-point-five kids and a picket fence just yet. I was actually quite content floating through life with no expectations of what I thought the future should hold.
Unfortunately, like most people, my future had been unknowingly decided for me. All I could do was hold on to my ass and enjoy the ride.
I am now twenty-one and this is the story of how I lived, died, loved, and saved the world while I was at it.
A/N: Just an FYI, I am not a huge fan of long winded A/N's, so don't expect any from me. Also, I don't do posting schedules because life is just to hectic to adhere to them, and then I'd be pissed off at myself for leading you guys on.
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All that being said, I'll leave you to it.