Okay, just go easy on me. This story just came to me in a dream and stayed and I wanted to write it down to get rid of it. Just- yea. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Claimer: I own plot and Toby and the people in Bella's clans as well as her enemy and brother. (Yeah, I know- another Toby. I can't help it. I love the name.)
Chapter 1: Forks
Time to move again; this was the worst part of my life. I constantly had to move to get rid of suspicion. I am currently living with my Arizonian family- well, more like clan. Every 3 or 4 years, we all move.
Sonja, Teddy, and Ariel already moved to New York and I'm moving to Forks- I heard they have good bears and mountain lions and such. Arty and Stan are staying in Arizona but moving to a different city. My clan is huge; we have over 56 people in it. Over the years, we gather and find new people. We all love each other and we grow on one another.
I'm moving to Forks where Toby and Charlie are. Charlie is human but he knows about us because someone (Teddy) lost control and almost had him for lunch. Charlie was out hunting deer while we were hunting as well.
Oh, I'm sorry. You probably don't know what I'm talking about. My name is Isabella Marie Carla Swan- Bella Swan for short. I have long, dark brown hair and medium brown eyes- just like my mother had. I am not what I seem- you'll find out later. I am slender, witty, wise, and street smart as well as book smart. I know 54 different languages from traveling. I look human but I'm slightly not.
Everyone in my Giant Clan (that's the name of the clan- corny, right?) is a different type of immortal being- from god to goddess to werewolf, etc. But no vampires or Hackers. Hackers are hunters that track us and destroy us hoping to annihilate our race. I'm one of the last shifters. It was my family and I who survived all these years and throughout time, many have changed immortality or switched to being human. My mother was a shifter and my father was human. I had an older brother- Joseph, or Joe- ad he died protecting me- and so close to his birthday, too. There are many shifters in my clan but they have been slaughtered off weekly. There's a new threat out there to us and I have to stop it. I went to Mary our oracle and she said to go to Forks, 'my answer will be there.' So I'm going. We were all moving because the threat- whatever it was- found our house and now we have to relocate for safety. I found out a month ago that shifter blood is more irresistible than any other type of blood.
Mine is especially rich- apparently. All the threats that are coming after us immortals are after me mostly. Shifters, gods, goddesses, and werewolves can actually get hurt and die if we're not careful. Other kinds are indestructible- except to others of their kind.
Well, here it is; Forks. Charlie was there by his car waiting for me at the airport. I walked over to him and smiled as I gave him a small hug.
"Hey, Charlie." I said cheerfully as we broke apart.
"Hey, Bella- or is it a different name this time?" he asked.
"It's still Bella. Where's Toby?" I looked into the car and he wasn't there.
"He's at the house. So did you really take the plane or did you run?" he opened the car door for me and I hopped in.
"I really took the plane. Why is Toby at your house alone? You know what kind of trouble he gets into…" We drove off.
On the way to Charlie's house, it was quiet. It was comfortable and about 10 minutes away from reaching our destination, he spoke; "Okay, don't get mad but… I got you a car."
My eyes widened in shock. "What? Really?" he nodded. "Charlie, you didn't have to do that."
He smiled. "It's the least I can do since you've let Toby stay with me. It's a 'thanks- for- letting- your- son- stay- with- your- mortal- friend' kind of present."
Yes, he did say son. A long while ago- actually, 9 years ago- I was attacked by a mortal and the number 1 rule for my kind is 'don't hurt a human.' I couldn't and after 9 months from that attack, I had Toby. If you think that since I'm ½ shifter, ½ human, Toby will be 2/3 human and 1/3 shifter, you're wrong. I don't know how it works but he's ½ shifter like me, and being ½ shifter makes you more powerful than a full shifter. Like I said, don't ask. Because of that attack, I received the loveliest gift ever; a sweet, little, innocent boy.
"What kind of car?" I asked.
"Infinity G35." he responded.
I did a low whistle. "Nice!"
"And… Toby found a motorcycle in the junkyard and fixed it up. It looks really good- and works amazingly well. I don't know how he can do that kind of mechanics but- man- I am impressed."
I laughed. "He got it from me. My brother taught me how to fix things up."
We arrived at the house and I saw the car. It was sleek and awesome and my favorite color: black. "Love it…" I mumbled. We pulled into the driveway and Toby was sitting in the garage staying out of the rain.
Compared to Arizona, Forks was a giant green mush- I don't mind, though. I jumped out of the car and ran to my baby boy.
He ran to me and met me halfway. He leapt into my arms and hugged me tight.
"Hi, Toby. How are ya?" I let go of him and he grabbed my hand.
"Pretty good. You have to see this!" He led me into the garage and sitting in the corner was the motorcycle he worked on.
"Wow, Toby! That's amazing!" I knelt down to look at the work.
"I don't know- Something went wrong in the wiring, could you take a look?"
I nodded. "Here's the problem." I pointed to three wires. "These two and these two need to be connected. Not the other way." I fixed them and walked inside the house with Toby and Charlie on my heels.
"I'd love to stay and chat but… I have to get to work." Charlie left to go to work- He's a police officer.
Later that day, Toby walked into my room- Charlie set one up for me and, like the great guy he is, set it up the way I like. "Mom?"
I looked up at him from my book. "Yeah, sweetie?"
"Can I- I mean, would you- um… Saber?" He never knew how to ask to see my dagger.
I smiled and rolled my pant leg up my leg. He sat next to me on my bed. I waved my hand above my shin and my dagger- which I named Saber- seeped through my skin and laid on my leg. I held it up to show him.
Every shifter gets a dagger when they're 11 years old so they can protect themselves. Shifters are born and grow up like everyone else but they stop aging at age 17, 18, 19, or 20. I stopped at 17. My brother stopped at 20 and my mom stopped at 19. Toby still had growing up and aging to do. No one gives you a dagger, it comes from your personality and helps defend you in a fight. On your 11th birthday, it just pops out of you- literally.
"What's it specialty?" he asked cradling it.
"Mm… I think it's distance." Distance is a specialty where the dagger can be thrown very far, hit the target, and disappear only to reappear back in your hand. "Why the sudden interest?"
He shrugged. "Just wonder what mine will be, that's all." He handed it back.
"Just remember, it comes from you. Arty knows explosives and poisons well enough that she became immune to them. Now her dagger is poisonous to anything directed at. Now, go to bed. It's late."
He nodded and hugged me. Then he smiled. "I heard you're enrolling in school. That true?"
"Yes, now are you in school or no? 'Cause last time I checked, none of us need it."
"Then why are you going?" He was serious this time.
"It'll give me something to do- plus it's required by law. You're lucky people think you're homeschooled."
He slugged of to bed after yawning.
The next day I woke early. I got ready and went off to the high school and went into the office. There was a large, red-haired woman sitting behind the main desk and looked up at me through her glasses. "Can I help you?" she asked.
"I'm Isabella Swan." I informed her. She immediately knew who I was- probably a topic of gossip, no doubt. This town was so small there's nothing to do but gossip.
"Of course." she said. She sifted through a stack of papers and handed me a map, schedule, and another slip that my teachers had to sign. I had to bring the slip back at the end of the day.
I looked at the schedule. "Um… can I not take Spanish?" I looked at the woman.
"Why would you ask that?"
"Because I already speak it. I'm part Spanish." And Italian, and Polish, and German. Oh, and let's not forget American too.
"You have to take a foreign language, Miss Swan. Otherwise, you won't have enough credits to graduate." Annoyance. Oh, yeah. I can read emotions. Like reading minds only I can't hear the actual words unless I project myself in.
"Well, what if I… help grade papers or something?"
"I'll ask but for today, just go to class, alright?"
I nodded and left.
When I walked outside, other student were filing into the school and I immediately went in as well. My car was in a good spot that was allowed to students and I had everything I needed.
The first class I had was English. My teacher Mr. Mason signed my slip, directed me to a seat and started class. I was sitting near the back of the room and noticed that everyone was interested in me- like curious. I slumped into my seat a bit. When you have to hide out a lot of the time in your life, you wouldn't like to grab attention. When class ended, a gangly boy with skin problems and hair black as an oil slick leaned across the aisle to talk to me.
"Hi, I'm Eric." he said. "You must be Isabella Swan."
"Bella." I corrected. "Hi."
"What's your next class?"
"Government, in building six with Jefferson."
He offered to walk me to class even though his was in building four. I agreed and we went to our classes.
That's how it went throughout the rest of the morning. Every single class, I'd go to the teacher, get my sign slipped, and after class I'd meet a new student. I met Mike and Jessica.
At lunch, Jessica said I could sit with her friends. I thanked her and walked in the lunch line with her as she drabbled on about something. I grabbed a Snapple and paid. She looked at me.
"Aren't you hungry?" she asked eyeing my Snapple.
I smiled. "No. Not really. I had a big breakfast." I really did. I went out hunting and gluten myself to be prepared.
She shrugged and led the way to her table. She introduced me to all the people and they carried on with their conversations. I tried talking to them but it was hard considering that I didn't know the topics. Okay, dates, dances, homework, all those topics but I didn't know what to say. I was about to talk to Jess when I first spotted them.
They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. There were five of them. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them. They weren't gawking at me- thank God-, unlike most of the other students, so it was safe to stare at them without fear of meeting and excessively interested pair of eyes. But none of these traits was the reason they caught my eye and held my attention.
None of them looked alike. Of the three boys, one was big and very muscular. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. He also looked familiar. The third boy was the smallest of the three. He had untidy bronze hair and was muscular but not like the others.
The girls were opposites. One was blonde and tall. She looked like a model. The other was small and pixie-like with black, spiky hair.
Even though all of them were different from one another, they all looked the same as well. They were all chalky pale, with dark, dark eyes. They also looked sleep-deprived since they all had dark circles under their eyes. They all looked so different from the rest us- human and in my case, not. They were all extraordinarily beautiful.
They were all looking away in different directions. As I watched, the small girl rose with her tray of untouched food and left. Her movements were so swift and perfect- better than a ballet dancer's steps. She was fast too.
"Who are they?" I asked Jessica.
As she looked over to see who I was talking about- probably already knowing though-, the bronze-haired boy looked over. He looked at her for a fraction of a second and then his basically black eyes darted to mine. He looked away quickly- as fast as I did, which was fast. In that one or two seconds of seeing his face, I saw he held no interest- it was like someone called his name and looked involuntarily.
Jessica giggled in embarrassment and looked at me. "That's Edward and Emmett Cullen. And Jasper and Rosalie Hale. The one who just left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife." she said under her breath.
The one the looked at me earlier was now picking at his bagel and speaking very quickly and softly that a human wouldn't be able to notice. I strained my ears. He was saying why he looked- nothing important.
Strange, unpopular names for this time. The kind my friends had. I had a name that was common for anytime- lucky me.
"They're… nice-looking." I struggled with the conspicuous understatement.
"Yes!" she agreed with a giggle. "And they're all together though- Emmett and Rosalie, and Jasper and Alice, I mean. And they live together." her voice held that of a gossiper.
"Which are the Cullens? None of them look related…"
"They're not. D. Cullen is really young, twenties or early thirties. They're all adopted. The Hales are brother and sister. The blondes. And they're foster children. Edward is the one with bronze hair, and Emmett is the big one."
"Edward… Jasper…" I murmured. I felt like I knew them from somewhere but I couldn't put my finger on it. "That's really nice of Dr. Cullen. To take care of all those kids. Even when they're so young."
"Guess so," she responded. Jealousy. "I don't think Mrs. Cullen can have kids though. That's why she wanted to adopt.
As Jessica and I talked, I kept peeking at the table. They were all still sitting there and not talking or eating. I searched their feelings. Bored, bored, bored, and b-annoyed? Okay, I don't know why Edward was annoyed but I left it to him.
At one point, he looked back over at us with curiosity written all over his face. Then it was composed back to boredom and he looked away once more. What if he felt me entering his mind? Huh- oops. That never happened before and- hopefully- it never will.
When lunch was over, I went to biology and went to get my slip signed. As I walked past the table Edward was sitting at- yes, he was in my class-, he went rigid in his seat for no reason. Then he shot me a glare, probably a death glare trying to scare me. Didn't work. I've seen worse and scarier. I walked right past without looking back and made my way to the teacher. He signed my slip and directed me to the only table with an open seat- with Edward. Peachy. I set my books down on the table and sat down without looking directly in Edward's direction. My already fast heart went slightly faster telling me to be scared. I've been threat-free for a long time, I forgot what danger was. I did a very, very low chuckle. My heartbeat's always fast and I got it to slow down to its normal pace.
Edward was on the edge of his seat being as far away from me as possible. I ignored him. If he wanted to act like that then I'd just not be nice. I'll act like the nice, innocent, sugary person that I normally am (Note sarcasm).
I tried listening to the lesson but I already knew this junk- just like everything else. So I sat there with my thoughts. When the bell rang, I bent down to get my bag and put my books away and Edward shot past me, silently. He moved so quickly and silently, that even I could barely hear his feet shuffle- which they did.
My next class was gym and I didn't have to do it that day. I watched four games of volleyball and then when class was over, I went to the office and then to my car. On the way there, I saw guys crowding around it.
I walked right up and went to the door.
I looked at the guy. "Hi."
"Where'd you get this car?" one guy asked.
I shrugged. "It was a gift. Why do you care?"
"Because it's sweet! Would you sell it to me?" the one guy was getting on my nerves. I think his name was Josh.
"Uh, no. It was a gift to me and I'm keeping it. I like it." I opened the car door and got in. I heard chuckling. I felt mischievous. Not me; the guys. I put the key in the ignition and it didn't start. It sputtered but didn't start.
I got back out and held my hand out. "Give it up."
The guy looked at me innocently. "Give what up?" his friends snickered.
"The car part." He handed it over smiling.
"Good luck getting it back in." People were gathering around to see what was up. I looked at the piece. I knew where that went. I could place it with my eyes closed.
I walked over to the hood and popped it up. "You really think I wouldn't know?" I smirked. I looked inside the car and saw that the guys had unhooked many wires and cables. I hooked them all back up and got on the ground. I crawled under the car and put the piece back together with everything around it. I heard murmurs and whispers asking what I was doing. I got back out.
"Let me guess." I said walking back to the car door. "You thought that if I thought it was busted I'd sell it. Right?" I got into my car and started it. It actually sounded better than it did before. Everyone moved and left to go to their cars. I pulled out and drove away. On my way home, I thought instead of paying attention to the road. I didn't need to.
Earlier, when I went to the office to turn my slip in, Edward Cullen was there. He was quietly asking and arguing about something. I listened intently but didn't look it. I stayed by the door and leaned against the wall. He was arguing about biology. He wanted to switch or not take it at all. Someone walked through the door and the wind blew everything around. Edward Cullen went stiff and looked at me with that glare again. I was acting like I was fixing my shirt but I was smirking. He thought he could scare me. Ha! Yeah, right. He turned to the lady and said thanks for nothing, really, and then left not looking at me. I turned my slip in.
Why did he act that way? Well, I don't care. I got home and was greeted by Toby who was at the fridge, sifting through the food. I cooked dinner and Charlie came home just in time to have some. That night, I did my homework and went outside into the little forest- area behind Charlie's house- just to explore. I walked around for an hour and then went back and relaxed.
Edward Cullen; strange. Emmett Cullen; big. Jasper Hale; familiar. Why? Why was he so familiar? And why was Edward as well? What made him angry at me? So many questions that are going unanswered. I'm going to find out whether people like it or not.
So? What'd you think? Like it? Hate it? Send a comment or a flame- I'd like to know your opinion. Should I continue or delete?