This is my first Twilight fic, and it is a femlash, featuring Bella and Rosalie as a couple. So, if you don't like, please head somewhere else.
As an introduction, you may want to read "Snape McLeod" since the Bella that trained Tobias there is the same one here, only a decade later. It's not a requirement for you to read it, especially since I will try and untangle things as the story progresses. I altered the timeline to fit my needs, so… she met Snape in 1997, they parted ways in 2000 and it is now 2011, when she moves to Forks with Charlie.
Bare in mind that I do not own Twilight, nor its characters, so if you recognize any of them, THEY'RE NOT MINE. I only own the idea of making Bella Swan part of Clan McLeod.
I also not own the Highlander series, characters and concepts.
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I'd never given much thought to the different ways I would die — though I'd had reason enough in the last few months — but even if I had, I would not have imagined any of them being like this. I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me. Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something. I knew that if I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldn't be facing death this way, of course being what I am, it was inevitable to die once in a while. But, terrified as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end. The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me. The only thing I regretted was that when I woke up again, Duncan and Charlie would make sure I did not go back to Forks again.
Duncan, the closes thing I actually had to a father, drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I was wearing my favorite shirt — sleeveless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture.
In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America. It was from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade that my mother had been unable to escape, but Duncan had promised her to take care of me, so he left with me when I was only a few weeks old. It was to Forks that I now exiled myself— an action that I took with great horror. I detested Forks. I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the blistering heat. I loved the vigorous, sprawling city. But silly me had to be on an accident there and once again, had to leave town.
"Bella," Duncan said to me — the last of a thousand times — before I got on the plane. "You know you have to do this." Duncan, as myself, is an Immortal. He knew from the moment I was borned, what I was and that I had the seed of Immortality in me. He took care of me during my childhood and adolescence, and then, I died. When I woke up, we moved to a different town and he started training me and explained me about Immortals and the Game. Of course this was many years ago, but hey, I loved him like a father, so I liked to come back to visit him once in a while, I did not expect this visit to be so short.
He was moving to another town and I had just arrived to see him last week. Still, he did not want me to move with them this time, so he arranged for me to move to Forks, with Charlie Swan, who was, since last week, my new watcher.
"I don't want to go," I said. "I mean, I've spent years on my own. So, why don't I move to the other end of the world and stay there?"
"You know it's not a good idea, not after what happened with you and Clara" He said.
I sighed. "You're right. But highschool? really? I never liked it"
"Tell Charlie we said hi."
"I'll see you soon," he insisted.
"Yeah right. Only if I die again, and to be honest, I'm not looking forward to that soon."
"Hey, we can come visit you. After all, Renee is supposed to be your mother, so I am the cool step dad" But I could see the sacrifice in her eyes behind the promise.
"Don't worry about me," I urged. "It'll be great. I love you, Duncan. You know it's just hard to say goodbye to you." He hugged me tightly for a minute,
"May your head stay on your shoulders" I started
"'Till the Gathering comes" he finished and then I got on the plane, and he was gone.
It's a four-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle, another hour in a small plane up to Port Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks. Flying doesn't bother me; the hour in the car with Charlie, though, I was a little worried about. Charlie had really been fairly nice about the whole thing. He seemed genuinely pleased that I was coming to live with him for the first time, and he had expressed his interest in discuss what my previous watcher's diaries stated. He'd already gotten me registered for high school and was going to help me get a car. But it was sure to be awkward with Charlie. I mean, the guy knows almost everything there is to know about my life, and I just know he is my new Watcher. I knew he was more than a little confused by my life's decisions, and my reluctance to go to Forks, I mean, Duncan told me the story of my mother and what happened on this town, so why would I want to go there, it's not as if I actually needed closure. But, then again, we can never win against Duncan.
When I landed in Port Angeles, it was raining. I didn't see it as an omen — just unavoidable. I'd already said my goodbyes to the sun for the time being. Charlie was waiting for me with the cruiser. This I was expecting, too. Charlie is Police Chief Swan to the good people of Forks. My primary motivation behind buying a car was that I refused to be driven around town in a car with red and blue lights on top. Nothing slows down traffic like a cop. Charlie gave me an awkward shake of hand when I stumbled my way off the plane.
"It's good to meet you, Bells," he said, smiling as he automatically caught and steadied me. "How are Duncan and Joe?"
"They're fine. It's good to see you, too, Cha..Dad." I wasn't supposed to call him Charlie so I had to get used to call him dad, for appearances sake.
I had only a few bags. Most of my Arizona clothes were too permeable for Washington. Duncan had me use some of my resources to supplement my winter wardrobe, but it was still scanty. It all fit easily into the trunk of the cruiser.
"I found a good car for you, really cheap," he announced when we were strapped in.
"What kind of car?" I was suspicious of the way he said "good car for you" as opposed to just "good car."
"Well, it's a truck actually."
"Where did you find it?"
"Do you remember about the guy I told you on the phone? Billy Black down at La Push?" La Push is the tiny Indian reservation on the coast.
"We use to go fishing" Charlie prompted. "He's in a wheelchair now," Charlie continued when I didn't respond, "so he can't drive anymore, and he offered to sell me his truck cheap."
"What year is it?" I could see from his change of expression that this was the question he was hoping I wouldn't ask.
"Well, Billy's done a lot of work on the engine — it's only a few years old, really." I hoped he didn't think so little of me as to believe I would give up that easily.
"When did he buy it?"
"He bought it in 1984, I think."
"Did he buy it new?"
"Well, no. I think it was new in the early sixties — or late fifties at the earliest," he admitted sheepishly.
"Cha — Dad, I need to know which car it is, or else I wouldn't be able to fix it if anything went wrong, and even when I could afford a mechanic…I'm not supposed to be able to afford it, remember?"
"Really, Bella, the thing runs great. They don't build them like that anymore." The thing, I thought to myself… it had possibilities — as a nickname, at the very least.
"How cheap is cheap?" After all, that was the part I could compromise on.
"Well, 'honey', I kind of already bought it for you. As a homecoming gift." Charlie peeked sideways at me with a hopeful expression. Wow. Free.
"You didn't need to do that, Charlie. I was going to buy myself a car."
"I don't mind. I want you to be happy here. I am supposed to make you happy, seeing as your are my daughter and all." He was looking ahead at the road when he said this. Charlie wasn't comfortable with expressing his emotions out loud. I inherited that from him. So I was looking straight ahead as I responded.
"That's really nice, Charlie. Thanks. I really appreciate it." No need to add that my being happy in Forks is practically an impossibility. He didn't need to suffer along with me.
"Well, now, you're welcome," he mumbled, embarrassed by my thanks. We exchanged a few more comments on the weather, which was wet, and that was pretty much it for conversation. We stared out the windows in silence. It was beautiful, of course; I couldn't deny that. Everything was green: the trees, their trunks covered with moss, their branches hanging with a canopy of it, the ground covered with ferns. Even the air filtered down greenly through the leaves.
Eventually we made it to Charlie's. He lived in the small, two-bedroom house that he'd sent me pictures of, according to him to get acquainted with the house. There, parked on the street in front of the hous, was my new — well, new to me — truck. It was a faded red color, with big, rounded fenders and a bulbous cab. To my intense surprise, It was just as the one I had wanted Duncan to buy me, a few months before my first dead. I loved it. I didn't know if it would run, but I could see myself in it. Plus, it was one of those solid iron affairs that never gets damaged — the kind you see at the scene of an accident, paint unscratched, surrounded by the pieces of the foreign car it had destroyed.
"Wow, Charlie… I mean, Dad, I love it! Thanks!" Now my horrific day tomorrow would be just that much less dreadful. I wouldn't be faced with the choice of either walking two miles in the rain to school or accepting a ride in the Chief's cruiser.
"I'm glad you like it," Charlie said gruffly, embarrassed again.
It took only one trip to get all my stuff upstairs. I got the west bedroom that faced out over the front yard. The room was familiar. The wooden floor, the light blue walls, the peaked ceiling, the yellowed lace curtains around the window. The desk held a secondhand computer, with the phone line for the modem stapled along the floor to the nearest phone jack. I would have to contact his internet provider, why had Charlie not requested a wireless modem? The rocking chair in the corner actually looked quite comfortable. There was only one small bathroom at the top of the stairs, which I would have to share with Charlie. I was trying not to dwell too much on that fact, the fact that he is my Watcher, does not mean he is a pervert.
He left me alone to unpack and get settled. It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape. I wasn't in the mood to go on a real crying jag.
Forks High School had a frightening total of only three hundred and fifty-seven — now fifty-eight — students. All of the kids here had grown up together — their grandparents had been toddlers together. I would be the new girl from the big city, a curiosity, a freak. Maybe, I could work this to my advantage. But I had to decide now which would be my façade, real confident me, or shy and uncoordinated me.
When I finished putting my clothes in the old pine dresser, I took my bag of bathroom necessities and went to the communal bathroom to clean myself up after the day of travel. I looked at my face in the mirror as I brushed through my tangled, damp hair. Maybe it was the light, but already I looked sallower, unhealthy. My skin could be pretty — it was very clear, almost translucent-looking — but it all depended on color. I had no color here. Facing my pallid reflection in the mirror, I was forced to admit that I shouldn't have come back to Duncan when I did. I could have still made it a few years back there.
I didn't relate well to kids "my age". Maybe because I was actually 54 years old and looking for ever 18. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain. But the cause didn't matter. All that mattered was the effect. And tomorrow would be just the beginning.
A/N: Well, as you may or may not know, I am currently unemployed, so my mind decided to busy itself. I just had to decide where to start first while I find a new job.
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