Why I had to move here of all places is beyond me. Don't get me wrong, Forks, Washington is very beautiful with all the green and… more green, but I had friends in Phoenix.
My name is Isabella Marie Swan and I am a 19 year old werewolf. Yes, I am a werewolf. Well, I'm more of a shape-shifter, I can transform at any time. I don't age like other shape-shifters either, in fact, I don't age at all.
Vampires don't have to be around for me to be able to shift, I turned 19 and BAM! Werewolf. It's really not all that bad. I'm faster, stronger, and I don't trip over myself anymore. That, and the extra height is nice, now I'm 5'10 instead of 5'5.
Anyway, the reason I am here instead of Phoenix is because a couple of people may have or have not seen me phase into a werewolf to protect them from a vampire tracker that had decided that it would have been nice to have them over for dinner.
In any case, if there is one thing I have learned, it is that vampires don't really like me. They tend to start throwing hissy fits and attempt to rip my face off with their teeth. Which means I have to get all hairy and rip them apart limb from limb. All in all not a great experience all around so I've decided it's best to just avoid them.
I pull up to the apartment that I have recently rented and sigh. I am really, really not looking forward to furnishing it. Shopping and fashion just really aren't my thing. I can live without a curtains and a bed for a while anyway.
I decide to check out the town I will be staying in for a few years and head towards the school I will be attending. Boring, but I'm not surprised, if anyone finds an exciting school just let me know. Today is Sunday, so nobody is there. Superb. Twenty minutes of driving later, and I've passed a diner, houses, and a movie theater… and now I'm out of town. Just peachy. I am so happy that I chose this place…. on the other hand, lots of forest for me to run around in.
Lost in my daydream of all the fun I could have chasing deer and rabbits, I find myself on a country road, and no clue where I am. I spot a driveway and decide to see where it leads to, if I'm lucky, people. I stop my Suzuki motorcycle and stare at the house before me. House might not be the word I would use to describe it, but whatever. Whoever owns this spends a lot of time keeping it pristine.
I manage to close my mouth and take the steps to the front door and knock. Something seems off, the smell maybe, it seems vaguely familiar but I just can't pinpoint what it is, and I raise my head to get a better idea when the door opens. I wish I would have stumbled onto someone else's -anyone else's- property.
The smell of vampire immediately invades my senses. I take a step back and widen my stance ready to phase at any time, a very low growl rumbling in my throat. This vampire, however, is different. Her smell is definitely vampire but it's different, milder somehow. Her eyes are a golden color I've never seen, and while her gaze isn't a friendly one, she hasn't attacked me.
"Can I help you, or are you going to stand there like a complete idiot?" The blonde woman snarls at me musically... can someone snarl musically, eh, whatever. She is very beautiful, as all vampires are, but her beauty came even before she was turned. Her blonde hair hangs in waves down to the middle of her back, and her red blouse and tight fitting jeans don't help in hiding her figure.
"I'm afraid, my dear, you have stunned me into silence with your beauty." I say bowing, laying the charm on as thickly as possible, smiling slightly. When I stand up straight I can see an amused smirk playing at her lips and she has one eyebrow raised.
"Really now? Well, my dear," she mocks, "are you going to continue to stand there like an idiot or are you going to tell me—"she stops and her gaze moves past me. She smiles, and let me just say that she looks even more beautiful, and friendly might I add, when she smiles. "Is that a Suzuki?"
"Why, indeed it is." I say smiling proudly; it is my pride and joy.
"Huh, it is hard to find someone who has good taste in women and motorcycles." She holds out her hand. "Rosalie Cullen. I don't believe we have met." I grab her hand and kiss it gently.
"Isabella Swan, Bella if you please. And, no, we haven't. I just moved here from Phoenix, Arizona." I say smiling up at her. She pulls her hand away and grins.
"I've never really been one for sun. Moved here recently ourselves, from Alaska." She says cocking one hip and placing her hand there. I smile; I bet they don't like sun, considering they sparkle in it. Wait. They?
"I'm sorry do you have siblings?" she nods and turns motioning me to follow. I do, ignoring my instincts to turn and run screaming in the other direction. I glance around and my jaw falls open. I blush slightly when Rosalie laughs. "I apologize, but your house is breathtaking. Is your… mom an interior designer?" I ask looking around. Her eyebrows furrow and I curse myself at my hesitation.
"Thank you dear, and no I'm not, I just like decorating, It's a good way to pass time." A new voice sounding musical like Rosalie's but warmer, more motherly, sounds to my left. I turn to see an older woman just as beautiful as her 'daughter' . Caramel colored hair frames a heart-shaped face. She isn't as tall as Rosalie, but she isn't short either. She walks towards me and instead of holding out her hand, she wraps me in a tight hug. It takes me a moment to respond, but I mean come on. Today is the first day I haven't been attacked on sight by a vampire and now I'm being hugged my one. "I am Esme Cullen, dear, and welcome to our house."
"Bella Swan, and like I said your house is very beautiful Mrs. Cullen." I say holding my hands behind my back.
"Please, dear, call me Esme." She turns towards her daughter and smiles warmly. "Look here Rosalie, the girl has manners, hard to find these days." I blush slightly and stare down at my shoes.
"Manners and a good taste in vehicles. My, my, Bella, I do believe you are a dying breed." Rosalie says smiling.
"You have no idea." I say under my breath and quickly change the subject when Esme and Rosalie glance confusedly at each other. "Uh where is Mr. Cullen?" I know all is forgotten when Esme smiles lovingly.
"Oh, he is at work, at the hospital, dear. Although, he should be home soon." Well, color me surprised, I mean the man -vampire, whatever- works at the hospital, where people go when they are sick and bleeding all over the place. Huh. I clear my throat and look away.
"Rosalie, you said you had siblings." I say hurriedly.
"Um, yeah the boys are out and Alice is shopping, but they should be back any minute. Would you like something to eat or drink until they get here?" She asks slowly, eying me carefully
"Oh, how rude of me! Yes, dear I can make anything you like." I shake my head.
"No thank you, Esme, I just had lunch." I say smiling, a vampire that can cook; now I have seen everything.
We sit and talk for a while and, eventually, I hear a car pull into their driveway. I don't have to wait too long until someone comes into the house.
"Hey! Whose awesome bike is in the driveway? Babe is that yours, cause that is so hot!" A bear of a man walks through the door and pauses. "Hey babe who is this?" I smile and hold out my hand.
"Bella Swan, owner of the hot bike." I say smirking.
"You own the bike? That's hot, too. I'm Emmett, Rosalie's hus—"he is abruptly cut off when Rosalie elbows him in the gut. "Boyfriend, Rosalie's boyfriend." I force a confused expression onto my face.
"But you guys are siblings." I say trailing off.
"Carlisle and I adopted them. We have no problem with it since they really not related… well Rosalie and Jasper are." Esme says placing a cool hand on my shoulder and pauses, concern lacing into her features. "Bella, are you alright I didn't notice how warm you are earlier." I smile and nod, being a werewolf makes me nice and toasty, but she doesn't need to know that.
"Oh yeah I'm fine, my temperature always runs high. So who else is there?" I ask, changing the subject, even though I can hear the other two males outside talking with one another, about my strange smell apparently.
"I don't know where the other two are, they were right behind me. Hey guys are you going to say hi to our guest?" Emmett shouts. Soon after, two males walk in. One has longer blonde hair and scars that look like bite marks cover his body. I feel sympathy for him, I've been bitten a couple of times and it hurts like hell. He glances over at me confusion swirling in his honey colored eyes. Quickly moving on, I glance at the other one and can't help but stare at his hair. Ignoring the fact that it's an odd bronze color, it's just plain ridiculous. It defies gravity. Permanent sex hair.
"I'm Jasper, pleased to meet you." The blonde one speaks, a slight twang to his voice, gently grabbing my hand and kissing it.
"Bella Swan. Pleasure is all mine." Jasper releases my hand with a smile. I turn towards sex hair only to find him staring intently, somewhat angrily at me.
"Did I do something, or is your face permanently stuck like that?" I ask with a smirk. I look over in Rosalie's and Emmett's direction when Emmett starts to laugh, and wink.
"No, no you haven't done anything, I apologize for being rude," he sticks his hand out," I'm Edward." I shake his hand and he continues. "It is just… I can't read you," he glances at his family, "like I can other people."
"I have a wonderful poker face." I say slowly, Edward's words putting me on edge. I feel Esme wrap me in a one arm hug, breaking the staring contest that Edward and I had begun.
"Alice should be here any moment." Rosalie says distractedly while staring intently at me. I clear my throat and look away. I should really leave. Like now. Before something bad happens, or I slip up again.
"I should go, the hospitality has been wonderful and the house is gorgeous, Esme. It was nice meeting all of you; maybe I'll see you at school sometime?" I say hurriedly and turn for the door. That is, until I see the somewhat hurt look on Esme's face. I look desperately at Rosalie for help and she shrugs.
"I think mom was hoping you would stay, for a little while. Maybe meet the rest of our family?" At this, Edward moves closer, "she has grown fond of you." He says and angrily and I stare at him disbelievingly.
"No offense, but you all have known me for about ten minutes or less." I exaggerate, "I just don't want to impose. Really the reason I stopped by was—"I am interrupted by the sweetest voice I have ever heard.
"Was to ask for directions since you got lost, I presume." I turn to see who the beautiful voice belongs to, and find an angel. This pixie is around 5'3 and, I would bet, 90lbs soaking wet. She has her midnight black hair cut short and styled in spikes at the end.
The angel giggles and dances towards me. I can faintly hear Jasper whispering to his family behind me but I ignore it completely. The girl stands in front of me and looks up, a broad smile on her face. Before I can make a sound, she reaches up, kisses me on the cheek, and then pulls me in for a hug. I have to bend down at an almost awkward angle, but I couldn't care less as long as I got to stay in this woman's arms. "I know that we are going to be great friends." She whispers in my ear before pulling away. She giggles again and places a delicate hand under my jaw and gently closes it. I blush furiously and look anywhere but in her direction. "I'm Alice."
"B-Bella Swan." I say my mouth dry. I hear quiet laughter behind me and blush even harder.
"Don't mind them." Alice says squeezing my hand gently and I nod dumbly, I would do anything she asked.
Wait, time out. Why am I acting like this? I shake my head to rid myself of all the thoughts I was having of this angel standing in front of me... I mean Alice.
"Alice, dear, do you know when your father will be home?" Esme asks a loving smile gracing her features.
"I'm going to say 30 seconds." Alice says going over to stand next to Esme. And as if she had seen it happen, not 30 seconds later did a man in his thirties walk in the door. He was beautiful, like the others, but had wisdom in his eyes along with kindness. When he sees me he smiles and walks towards me. He holds out his hand and I grasp it.
"I'm Bella Swan, Mr. Cullen." I say respectfully.
"Carlisle please, Bella, it's nice to meet you. I see you have met my family, and I apologize for anything they have done." I smile at him and nod. I step back so that I can look at the entire family.
"Alice was right; I really did come to ask for directions. It was really nice meeting all of you, but I have to be getting, well home, I guess." I say smiling at everyone.
"What do you mean, dear?" Esme asks me concern in her gaze.
"Oh, it's an apartment I have rented. It isn't quite home yet… considering I don't have anything in it." I say. "But I guess that is what next weekend is for right?"
"Dear, you can't stay in that apartment if you don't have anything in it. Nonsense. You can stay here until you can go shopping." Esme offers smiling kindly at me.
"Oh, no, it's fine really. I'll be okay, I've done it before." Oops. Didn't mean for that to slip, and I can see the concern in Carlisle's eyes as well as Esme's, and the distrust in Edward's.
"Bella we insist. Besides, I'm sure Alice would love to help you with picking stuff out. She has good taste." Carlisle says placing a hand on my shoulder. Well, lord knows I need help in that department, but why are they being so nice, they don't even know me? I decide to ask.
"Because, Belly-button, if you can befriend Rosalie before anyone else, you can't be too bad." Emmett pipes up. I quirk an eyebrow at him.
"Belly-button, really?" I ask and sigh when he nods. I turn towards Carlisle and Esme and nod. "Just for tonight. And then," I turn to Alice and she smiles brightly at me, "and then Alice and I can go shopping tomorrow. If you want." I look questioningly at Jasper when he laughs.
"Alice always wants to go shopping. You don't know what you just got yourself into." I stare in horror at Alice and she sticks her tongue out.
"Oh, no. I hate shopping." I groan and Alice stares at me in disbelief. I look over at Esme when she gives me a hug.
"It's official; you can stay with Alice tonight. Now what about dinner, what do you like?" I shake my head at her.
"No it's okay, I have to go by my apartment to pick up some clothes and I'll stop by the diner on the way back." I hold my hand up to stop her protesting. "I insist, it is enough that you are letting me stay here." I glance at the clock and notice that it is 5:30, had I really been here for two hours? "I'll be back at 7:30 is that okay?"
"That's fine dear. Do you want someone to take you?" I shake my head.
"I might need directions however." I say shyly.
"Just take a right out of our driveway and follow the road into town."
"Thanks guys, you really don't have to do this, but I appreciate it." I say and receive hugs from Esme and Alice and the others nod at me… except for Edward, I really don't know what his deal is.
I reach my bike and take off towards town. My very first vampire family, and they didn't try to kill me. Maybe Forks isn't so bad after all.