A/N1: I'm going to try something I've never tried before: writing two stories at once. For those of you who read "God Love Her" (if anyone reading this does), then I'll warn you now that this is going to be very, very different. Bella is OOC, but the others should be mostly in character. Thank-you to the lovely folks at Project Team Beta for beta-ing this chapter for me.
One. The Family with Golden Eyes
At Forks High School, there was only one rule.
Do not piss Bella Swan off.
It was a rule that the students and teachers alike followed. Bad things happened to people who pissed me off. Things like broken bones, broken cars and, in the case of one Lauren Mallory, the need for a nose job.
Only the last incident carried any proof of my guilt, but if enough bad things happen to people who only have one thing in common, said people tend to catch onto what's going on.
Usually when new kids come to Forks, they're immediately informed of the unspoken rule. They don't believe it at first- after all, how evil can one little teenage girl be?
It doesn't take those non-believers long to find out.
Since new kids were always informed of the danger I posed, it was no surprise to me when I entered English one Monday morning to the tail end of Jessica Stanley's explanation to a small raven-haired girl whom I had never seen before.
"And whatever you do, stay clear of Bella Swan. I mean, she looks harmless, but the girl is, like, evil incarnate or something. Get in her way, and bad stuff will happen."
"Oh Jess." I clapped her on the shoulder and spoke airily. "You think so little of me. Where's the faith? Where's the love?"
Jessica looked at me with wide, terrified eyes, wondering if she was going to be the next victim of the "bad things" she had spoken of. I quirked my head at her, contemplating whether or not it would be worth it to do anything, but then I decided against it.
Jessica was the best source of Forks gossip, and as long as I didn't harm her, she would continue to relay to me anything I wanted to know to avoid changing that unharmed status.
"I'm Alice Cullen," the small girl Jessica had been speaking to piped up, interrupting the terror fest. I looked at her with a raised eyebrow while Jessica's eyes nearly popped out of her head.
"Yeah, a word of advice, new girl," I leaned down so that we were at eye level. "Everything, and I do mean everything, Jessica says about me is most likely true. When she says stay clear of me, she's not being a bitch. She's just telling you what everyone else in this back-woods town already knows."
Straightening, I walked to my seat in the back of the class and slumped down. Another Monday meant another week in school. Hell, but I couldn't wait to get out of this town. My attention was drawn to my right when Angela Webber sat next to me. The only person I could stand in this school and the only one who knew who, and what, I was, Angela used me as a way to rebel against her Minister father.
I allowed her to because it gave me a sick, twisted pleasure to know that I was leading Reverend Webber's daughter down the path to hell.
"What do you know about the new kid?" I asked her.
"Kids," Angela replied. "There are five of them, the little one up there and four others."
"Four comes after five?" I gasped in mock shock. "How did I not know that?"
"Do you want to know about them or not?" Angela asked.
"Careful, Angie," I sneered. "You're amusing, but I don't exactly need you."
When fear came into Angela's eyes, it was much more satisfying because she knew exactly what I was capable of. Jessica was afraid I'd hurt her annoying little face, but Angela knew that I could destroy her very soul.
"Besides her, there's a boy in our year and a girl and two other boys who are in senior year. They're the new doctor's foster kids. I would've thought you'd know all this, being the police chief's… daughter," Angela hesitated over the last word. She knew as well as I that I was no more Charlie's daughter than I was the Queen of England.
"Charlie and I don't exactly speak a whole lot," I replied. "I think I recall hearing some of the masses talking about new kids, but I just never paid attention. New blood is always fun…"
My musings came to a halt when the teacher entered the class. It was a sub.
"Hello class, I'm Mr. Asmodai, and I'll be filling in for Mr. Brick for the day. He tells me that you're to begin reading Macbeth today, so books out. Hurry up now!"
Asmodai's eyes searched through the class until they came to rest on mine. I met them evenly. Even without the obvious last name, I had recognized Asmodai for exactly what he was the second he entered the class.
"Bella." Angela's hand came out to grasp my arm. "Is he what I think he is?"
I looked at Angela whose lips had gone pale as she stared at Asmodai.
"Yes," I replied silkily. "Please release my arm, and stop looking like you're going to piss yourself. I imagine he has a message to deliver."
The class passed in a haze of boredom. Macbeth was my favourite book by Shakespeare; the ambition and deceit of the main characters appealed to me, but listening to my classmates butcher the prose held no interest after the first three lines.
The class finally came to a close, and Asmodai revealed that I had been right about his reasons for being there when he spoke above the sound of students packing up.
"Would a Miss Bella Swan stay after class? Mr. Brick left a message for you with me."
Mr. Brick did, suuuuuuure.
Angela was the first to leave the room. Tempting fate with me was one thing, but Asmodai was quite another. Little Alice Cullen was the last, and she looked between Asmodai and I with a confused, troubled frown before leaving the class.
There was something weird about that girl.
"So, who are you?" I asked, strutting to the front of the class.
"I am the high demon Asmodeus, my princess," Asmodai, now revealed to be Asmodeus, replied with a bow. "Your father sent me with a summons."
"Why?" I asked.
"I do not question the Lord of Darkness, princess. I merely obey."
I rolled my eyes at the typical loyal demon reply. It would be a lot more interesting if the damn creatures would ask Father questions. At least watching him torture them might offer some more amusement than my fellow classmates.
"When does he require my presence?" I drawled out.
"Tonight, without exception," Asmodeus replied quickly. "Refusal will result in your skin being melted from your bones."
"Good to know," I replied brightly, heading for the door. "Tell dear old Dad I'll be there. And Asmodeus? Next time, choose something a little less obvious than 'Asmodai.' Discretion is the name of the game here."
Asmodeus bowed in reply, and I left the room. I wondered if he'd stick around to teach the rest of Brick's classes now that he'd delivered his message, and then I decided it wasn't of any interest to me… although the response of the school's administration when they realized Mr. Asmodai had been a fraud would be amusing.
The rest of my morning passed much as English had- in a state of boredom. When lunch finally came around, I had almost fallen into a coma from the monotony. My future job didn't require learning subjects like Math, and I had inherited the gift of tongues from my father, making Spanish a cake walk. The boredom meant that I was in a less than good mood as I entered the cafeteria. The mood was made worse when I saw that little Alice Cullen and her siblings had taken over the table in the back of the cafeteria where I always sat. I saw Jessica and Mike Newton speaking earnestly to them, keeping a nervous eye on the door. When he saw me enter, Mike blanched and made a quick retreat from the table. Jessica wasn't far behind.
My guess was that they'd warned the new kids about the normal seating arrangement, but the foolish little children refused to listen. Not that they were all little. There was a brawny one who might have been enough to make me back down if it weren't for the fact that I didn't back down. From anything.
As it was, I was me, and the giant on steroids didn't really frighten me.
"Are you going to cause a scene?" Angela asked me quietly as she met me in the line for the day's special.
"What do you think this is supposed to be?" I asked her, looking at the brown mess that Helga the lunch lady, and quite possibly the only person in this school more frightening than me, had dumped on my plate. "Is this supposed to be some sort of meat? Helga, is this some sort of meat?"
"No, but we're saying it is," Helga replied in her heavily accented voice. Helga was from Germany and had biceps even larger than the giant on steroids.
"Fair enough." I shrugged and continued on to grab an orange juice. Helga and I understood each other. We weren't exactly friendly, but we both liked to make other lives miserable, so we were kindred spirits.
"Bella, you didn't answer my question," Angela said as I began to make my way to the Cullen table.
"That's because it was a silly question. I don't cause scenes, Angie dear… at least not in any way that can be proved."
"That doesn't make me feel any better," Angela grumbled, but she followed behind me anyway.
"Hey kids," I said cheerily when I arrived at the table. "I know you're all new, so I'm willing to forgive this first transgression, but this is my table. Now, most normal people would just shrug it off and sit elsewhere, but I'm not normal, and I'm opposed to change unless it benefits me in some way, so I'm going to have to ask you all to skidaddle and find somewhere else to uh… are you all anorexic or something? Because you don't appear to be eating, so you can go have your little eating disorder support group elsewhere."
Tact had never been a strong point of mine.
"And why should we move?" The speaker was a golden haired beauty of a girl who reminded me of the Succubi that worked for Father. "We were here first."
"Actually, I was here first. You see, you just got here today, and I've been here since, well, infancy, so…" I trailed off and made a shooing motion. "You can leave any time."
"It's just a table, not that big of a deal," this time it was one of the males, a bronze haired Adonis that got all my girly bits wriggling. I was surprised at that. I hadn't been attracted to a guy since I'd almost had sex with an Incubi. It was a case of almost because we were caught. The Incubi currently resided on the seventh level of hell thanks to Father.
"It's a change that doesn't benefit me, thus it's unacceptable," I replied after I silenced the girly bits. I shrugged airily at them. "What can I say? I'm a bitch of epic proportions."
"So the gossip mill says," the blonde Succubus stood. "But you see, Bella, right? You see, Bella, I'm a bitch too, and I'm a lot scarier than you, so…" she made the same shoo motion as I had. "Off you go."
I felt my lips turn up in a wicked grin, and little Alice looked at me a bit nervously.
"Why are you smiling?" she asked me.
"Oh… it's just been a while since someone actually stood up to me. Lauren was the last one. Her daddy tried to sue me for the nose job," I quirked my head, looking directly into the blonde's defiant eyes. I heard Angela gulp next to me, and I wondered if my darker nature was showing like it occasionally did or if Angela just felt it simmering beneath the surface. I was tempted to allow my true nature out to play. Barbie wouldn't be so arrogant then. "He's bankrupt now. But I'm sure that was just a coincidence. Come on, Angie. There's a table over there. I'll play nice for right now."
The two of us moved away from the Cullens and towards the new table.
"What are you going to do to them?" Angela asked nervously.
"Nothing terrible, and only to Barbie there," I replied softly. "They're new. I like to give the newbies a chance to learn. Let's hope she turns out to be like Lauren, though," I looked to where Lauren sat, alone and avoiding looking at me at all costs. The others were afraid to get too close to her for fear of raising my ire. That made me laugh, as Lauren was no longer on my radar. I had broken her and thus had no more interest in her. "Life has been boring lately."
"You frighten me," Angela said as we sat down.
"I'd be worried if I didn't." I looked at Angela. "You know what I am, Angela. You can walk away anytime you want, I won't stop you."
"Won't you?" Angela looked almost tired. "You're vengeful, Bella."
"You're human, Angie. Fleeting," I eyed the Cullens as I spoke, wondering how to hit Barbie the hardest. "If you want to walk, then walk. Just make sure you keep your mouth shut if you do."
Angela didn't reply, and we spent the whole lunch period in silence.
After lunch I had Biology, yet another useless course that I was forced to sit through. I was sitting at my normal table when the Adonis from the Cullen table entered.
"Ah, Mr. Cullen, welcome. There's only one seat available, I'm afraid. It looks like you'll finally have a partner, Isabella," Mr. Banner motioned at the boy to join me at my table. "Try to make Edward feel welcome, won't you?"
"I'm not the greeting committee," I replied dryly. "But I'll try my very best."
"Be sure you do."
Unlike most of the teachers who feared me, Banner and I had a love-hate relationship. We loved to hate each other. He was also the only teacher whom I even somewhat respected, mostly because he wasn't terrified of me.
I could respect both the very brave and the very stupid. They were amusing in their own ways.
"I'm Edward Cullen," Edward said sitting down. "And you're Bella Swan."
"Really?" I gasped in mock surprise. "And here I was thinking I was Mary Sunshine. I know my own name, Edward. I've kinda grown up with it. As for your name… I caught that when Banner said it."
"You're not very friendly, are you?"
I snorted at the brilliant observation.
"Were you out of it when I told your table I was a bitch at lunch, or did I just look like I was kidding? Because I really wasn't. Can we stop with the small talk? It makes me sort of nauseous, and, honestly, I like my eye candy silent."
"Eye candy?" Edward looked confused, and I snorted again.
"You're a hottie with a body, Cullen. Now, I rarely pay attention in class unless someone's getting humiliated, so my choices are to either stare out the window or stare at you. Since there's a distinct lack of truly attractive males at this school, I plan on spending the class mentally undressing you. That'll work a lot better for me if you don't talk. Talking ruins it," I gave him a small, flirtatious grin. "You're welcome to do the same to me if you want, I don't mind."
Edward stared at me, his mouth working in silent shock, and, if I didn't know any better, he looked a bit scandalized. Was he really that innocent?
"I… honestly don't know how to reply to that," he said at last.
"You don't. You just stop talking." I gave him another one of my wicked grins, but this time, instead of being evil like the one I gave Barbie, it was just naughty. "You're welcome to mentally undress me if it makes you feel any more comfortable."
His eyes snapped ahead, and I expected to see a blush on his cheeks. There was none which made me frown. Someone who seemed as uncomfortable as Edward should be blushing, and the fact that he wasn't was odd.
I guess Alice wasn't the only weird one in the Cullen family.
Edward continued to stare straight ahead until the end of Biology, when he couldn't seem to get out of the class fast enough. I laughed at his eagerness to get away from me, almost unable to believe how innocent the boy apparently was.
Tempting the opposite sex was just one of the traits I had inherited from my father. Nearly every male in this school was terrified of me, but not one of them would say 'no' if I gave them a wink and a come hither stare.
Except, apparently, Edward.
I wondered if his brothers would be the same.
That night, Charlie and I didn't speak to each other, as was usual. He was aware that I wasn't his daughter and that there was something off about me, but he was unable to toss aside the only living reminder of the woman he had loved. Instead, he ignored me.
Renee, my mother, had died giving birth to me. I had found out when I was older that it was to be expected. Humans couldn't handle giving birth to a being like me, so one of them had to die. I was the first and only of my father's children to survive, rather than being miscarried. He claimed it showed strength of character. I thought it was just pure stubbornness.
On my fourth birthday, my birth father had made his first appearance to me. Since then, he had been teaching me of the nature I inherited from him. Though I was half human, that part of my nature was all but buried after the years of his tutelage and my trips to hell.
Hell, where I was currently going. Up until eighteen months ago, I had required someone to bring me there, but I had finally mastered the art of travelling between the worlds and could finally make the trip alone.
Hell usually brings forth images of fire, brimstone and torture, all of which it does contain, but on a different level from the one I travelled to. The main level, and Satan's domain, was actually as luxurious as any mansion and held three times as many temptations as Hugh Hefner's paradise.
The floor was a checked black and white marble, and the whole place was decorated in varying shades of black, white, and grey. It was all very expensive looking and very chic. Father was nothing if not stylish.
"Ah, Isabella darling, you've arrived."
A common misconception mortals have of Satan is that he is red-skinned, horned, or tailed, and obviously not human. In reality, when in his human form, he was tall and lean with black hair, red eyes, pale skin, and looks that put a GQ model to shame. It was really no surprise that the master of temptation was temptation embodied (at least to women).
I had inherited his pale skin and eyes, though mine were so dark that they almost appeared brown unless I was feeling some strong emotion. If my eyes were crimson, then it meant run like hell in the opposite direction.
"Hello, Father," I greeted, sprawling out on one of his many comfortable black leather couches. "Asmodeus said you wished to see me?"
"What, no hug?"
I looked at him dryly, and he gave me a familiar wicked grin. It was yet another thing I had inherited from him.
"I have a job for you," he said, sitting on a chaise lounge across from me.
"What kind of a job?"
"It's for one of my servants on Earth. Aro of the Volturi."
"The vampire?" I sat up, suddenly interested. I had never actually met a vampire, but I had heard plenty of stories and knew that Aro was one of my father's particular favourites. It was no surprise, really, considering that the man (or creature, whichever you prefer) had been willing to kill his own sister to protect his power.
"Yes, the vampire," my father said with a bow of his head. "I have decided to reward him for his centuries of excellent service; he was the one that sent us that lawyer who bankrupted the Mallory family for us, after all. Aro wishes for us to lead an old friend of his into temptation."
"Aro sounds like an excellent friend," I replied dryly, causing Father to laugh.
"Isn't he just? This old friend, Carlisle Cullen, has turned from the normal path of the vampire. Not only that, but he has also drawn to him several vampires with great gifts, gifts that make his family very powerful as well as abnormal. A mind-reader, a seer, and an empath."
"Cullens," I murmured. "I have Cullens that have just come to my school."
"That would be them," Father replied. "I managed to plant the seed into Carlisle's mind to return to Forks. That was the easy part, as it was already an option for them. The hard part will be up to you. Aro wants the entire coven turned back to the normal way of life. Not only that, but he wants them to join the Volturi."
"Are you sure that's smart?" I asked. "Giving your followers that much power…"
"Oh, I don't plan on giving them all to the Volutri, Isabella. There's one I want for my own… or rather, I want you to have for your own."
"Me?" I was getting confused.
"There's a mind-reader. His name is Edmund or something like that… or is it Edgar?"
"Edward?" I interrupted.
"That's it! Edward. As I said, he can read minds." My father laced his fingers together and rested his arms on his legs. "A fitting consort for a princess of hell, don't you think? And not only that, but with his ability it won't matter that Aro has the seer, as our very natures protect us from her power. As for the empath," my father laughed, "his powers are relatively useless against the likes of us."
"Why do you want Edward?" I asked.
"Because I don't trust Aro," my father replied. "He has served us well, but he'll turn on us the moment it suits him. With the Edward boy on our side, we can be forewarned if Aro plans anything."
"You ask a lot of me."
"You find Edward unattractive?" my father asked.
I thought of Edward and his abnormal good looks. The thought of anyone finding him unattractive made me snort.
"The boy is as fine a piece of ass as there ever was," I laughed when Father frowned at me for my crassness. "One of them is a doctor, Father. A vampire who is a doctor? He would require incredible levels of pure…goodness."
"Are you saying it's outside of your skill level? Because I'm sure I can find someone else to do it. Perhaps Bianka…"
"I'll do it," I snapped, growling at the thought of Bianka, a trampish Succubus, going anywhere near Edward. "But I expect to be paid double."
"Isabella, dear, I don't pay you."
"Well, maybe you should start!"
My father's laughter followed me as I left the realm of hell for my room back in Forks. To think, I had just been bemoaning my boredom at lunch that day.
Now I had my work cut out for me.
A/N2: So, what do you think? I let my beta for "God Love Her" read this and was informed that Bella freaked her out, and I hope she does the same to everyone else. This Bella is not meant to be nice; I will say it right now- Bella is evil in this story. Let me know what you think, and if you would like to see more chapters.