Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.
This is my first attempt at fanfiction of any kind, so please tell me what you think.
This is a Jacob/Bella story, so if your not into Jacob it's probably not for you.
by Darkest Desire
Have you ever wished to be something more then what you are? How would you feel if that wish came true? Would you embrace it or cower away from it wishing that things could go back to the way they were. Well I now have that exact problem, will I accept it or will I run, and really do I even have a choice.
Chapter One - Exile
My mother had driven me to the airport, apologizing and trying to get me to understand that she really had no choice in sending me away. I didn't understand, how could I she had been so cryptic.
It had all started a few weeks ago when I had first noticed the change, my body had started developing at an extraordinarily rapid pace I went from looking like the seventeen year old girl that I was, to a very young 25 year old. Though this was not a bad thing by any means it definitely had its perks. I had always considered myself plain and now I had blossomed quite beautifully. My long brown hair had become lustrous with brilliant red highlights, my heart shaped face and skin though always having been pale and clear now looked gorgeous. I always had been thin but now I had curves in all the right places. I don't know whether it was my new found beauty or something more primal but I now attracted members of the opposite sex like a magnet. Another plus was my constantly clumsy nature had vanished completely, in its steed was a very agile and limber Bella.
These things however were not what had me trembling in my boots, it was the burning inferno of anger that dwelled deep within me trying to claw its way out. I had been fine one day and then the next I was gritting my teeth and clenching my fists to try to stop myself from tearing someone apart with my bare hands. You know the scariest thing is I actually felt like I could do it, physically, and mentally I think I would have enjoyed it. It didn't take much, a wrong look, a nasty word or ignorant comment and I felt like I'd erupt like a volcano. That was when my easy going childlike mother had noticed, after a rather childish statement she had made I started shaking with anger. I realized that it was just Renee being Renee and that she hadn't meant anything by it but try telling that to bubbling inferno deep inside. She had stared at me in horror, not the look you get from your parents when you have done something to disturb them but one of a helpless victim about to get devoured by a monster in a horror movie. This look quickly snapped me out of it, I didn't want to scare my mother I loved her more than life itself. Her words though, scared me.
"So it's started, I didn't want to believe it. I was warned; I never thought it would happen. The chances were so slim. Oh Bella honey, I'm so sorry, so very sorry, you'll leave tomorrow."Then she burst into tears, she wrapped her arms around me telling me it would all work out and that no matter what she would always love me.
Huh! What did I have some kind of hereditary anger condition or something? Renee wouldn't discuss it with me; all she'd say was that she was sending me to Forks Washington to live with my father, Charlie. That he could deal with this because she'd never be able to. She said I needed to be around my own kind, what did she have some prejudice against people with anger management issues. Why couldn't she just send me to a counselor or something, but then again that was Renee! When an average parent would send their child to a counselor my mother would send me half way across the continent so she didn't have to deal.
But Forks Washington, the town that exists under the constant cover of clouds and rainfall, it was my worst nightmare. I loved Charlie and used to visit him once a year until I got old enough to put my foot down and have him come and holiday with me in California instead. It was just Forks; it was small, dreary and dull. At least that was what I thought as I sat on the plane waiting for it to land. I skimmed through and practiced some meditation techniques that Renee had supplied in the form of books for me to read on the flight. I hoped that I could learn to control my rage, as I didn't wish to live in exile for the rest of my life.