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Fanfiction based on Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight Series
Rated MA for Mature Adult.
Bloodline
By Ooohlalaaa
Summary:
After being sent to private school, Bella observes a series of strange events and
gets involved in a classmate's supernatural world, discovering a secret that changes her life
for good. AU, OOC, B/E
~*~
Prologue – First Day
“Youcan’twearthoseshoes”
It was a simple statement that had a complicated effect on my mindset. I stared down at my vintage
ballerina flats and grimaced. I didn’twanttobehereIdidn’twanttobearoundthesepeopleI
didn’tbelonghere
It was the first sentence any of the other students had said to me, and I was only two steps inside the
front courtyard. To say that I was different than everyone around me would be an exaggerated
understatementIwasthepolaroppositeofthesepeopleIdidn’tfitinherewalkingaroundthe
opulenthallwaysofthisacademybrimmingwiththecity’selitists’progenyIwasn’tthechildofa
CEO, or a neurosurgeon, or a celebrityIwasn’tcarryingarounda$3000purseIwasn’tdropdead
gorgeousIdidn’tpullupinalavishMercedesoralimoIwasn’tlikethematall
It was still a mystery how my parents managed to bribe my way into this school, or how they
afforded
thebribeWeweren’trichWeweren’tpowerfulWewerepitifullynormalmiddleclassI
founditalltooconvenienthowmymother’snewhusbandsuddenlyupandsoldmychildhoodhome
so that he and my mother, Renee, could travel around the country. Renee claimed I needed more
stability, and that stability was going to somehow come in the form of me moving to New York with
mypoliceofficerfatherCharliewhoI’dseenamere three times in the past four years. It all seemed
slightly devious to me, but IknewbetterthantofussandfightItwould’vedonenogoodTheyhada
reason for me being here, and they were going to do whatever was in their power in order to get me
here.
My survival strategy was to go to school and endure the six hours, keep to myself, try to go
unnoticed, and then come home and try to forget how torturous my day was. But two steps inside,
and this too tall, too beautiful, too perfect
bitch
had already ruined my plans.
So there I stood, head tilted down at my feet, just hoping to spontaneously combust or dissipate into
thin air, or something. I looked up at the girl and her friend that was standing next to her who was
also too beautiful, too perfect, and too rich. Just smaller, and she had black hair instead of the
ridiculously expensive blonde dye job the other one had. Either way, both of them were
breathtakingly beautiful and fucking intimidating.
“Idon’tcare”IsaidwithashrugItwasallIcouldthinktosaybecausereallyIdidn’tcareWhat
was administration going to sendmehomebecausemyballerinaflatsweren’tuptopar?Please
please
do.
I adjusted my bag on my shoulder, loosened my stifling tie, and headed for my first class without
looking back at my first arch-nemesisI’dgottenatouroftheschooltheweek before, and I tried
with all my might to memorize the floor plan as best I could, because nothing draws more attention
tosomeonethanamapThehallwayswereloudandboisterousbutthatdidn’tstoptheinevitable
stares and whispers. I made a pit stop in the nearest bathroom to compose myself and check my
schedule to make sure I was headed toward the right room. 301. Biology. Suddenly, a gaggle of girls
walked in, gave me a judgmental glare, and ignored my presence altogether.
“
But did you see her? She was pretty before, but not
that
pretty
”
“
Well, she and Emmett are together so Dr. Cullen must have
”
“
But what about Jasper? Has anyone seen him? Because if Rosalie is like that, it only makes sense that
he’d
”
“
Why does Edward still look the same, then
?”
EightAMwasfartooearlyforgossipformeespeciallygossipaboutpeopleIdidn’tknowItriedto
escape from the bathroom without making much noise.
It only made sense that a room starting with three would be on the third floor, so I made a beeline
to the empty, dimly lit mahogany stairs at the end of the hallway and finally let out a breath that I
feltlikeI’dbeenholdinginsinceIdwalkedintothebuildingItookmytimebutthewarningbell
started going off when I was on the second story landing, so I flew the rest of the way up the stairs
because lateness and getting reprimanded was another surefire way to get noticed and
embarrassed.
When I reached Biology, I dropped into an empty seat near the back of the classroom. I was pulling
out my books and preparing myself for class when I heard the chair next to me scratching against
the wood floor. A tall, extraordinarily handsome boy sat down next to me and dropped his stack of
books loudly on the desk. He sprawled out in his seat, loosened his tie and undid the top button of
his shirt, and slid out of his blazer, throwing it on top of the table. He crossed his arms over his chest
and raised an eyebrow at me when he caught me staring- whichIhadn’trealizedI’dbeendoing
“You’renew”he said, seemingly uninterested. He looked down and started fiddling with his
cufflinks, yanking them off and slipping them in his breast pocket before he rolled his sleeves up.
I instantly tensed up and forced out a nod before I turned my head toward the front of the room. It
wasmybody’snaturalreactiontothesepeoplebutheatleastseemedlikehewasslightlymore
laid-backthansomeoftheotherstudentsI’dobservedHedidn’tseemlikehewasconcernedwith
my inadequacies at all, and for that I was appreciative.
“Nottalkative?”heaskedmeslidinghischairforwardandrestinghisforearmsontheedgeofthe
desk. With my peripheral vision, I saw him tilt his head to the side so that he was looking at me.
“Nothingtosay”Iansweredtappingmy fingers nervously on the cover of my notebook.
“Wellwhereareyoufrom?What’syourstory?”Henonchalantlyplayedwithhiscellphoneashe
waited for me to answer.
“Idon’treallyhaveastory”ItoldhimhonestlyTherewasnoimpressivereasonasto why I was
there.
“Itmustbesomethingifyou’reenrollingsomewherenewrightinthemiddleofhighschoolAnd
hereofallplaces”
“Mymother’shusbandisabaseballplayerandthey’retravelingaroundthecountryIgotsentto
live here with my fatherWhyI’mhereatthisschoolyourguessisasgoodasmine”Ishruggedat
him and blinked a couple of times to stop from staring at his deep, green eyes. He glanced at me
through his thick eyelashes and one corner of his mouth turned up.
“WellI’mEdwardCullenNicetomeetyouBellaSwan”MyheadinstantlysnappedupandIgulped
“Umhowdoyouknowmyname?”
He slid his hand across the desk and tapped his index finger on my notebook twice.
Bella Swan
was
written in the top right corner. Obviously. I let out a laugh and he gave me an odd look. Thankfully,
the teacher started his lecture so Edward was forced to stop trying to communicate with me.
I thought about his name for a minute and my thoughts started swirling. Something was said in the
bathroomabouta“DrCullen”someonelookingprettyandan“Edward”lookingthesameIcursed
myself in my head for not paying more attention to the gossipers, because the whole thing was
somewhat intriguing.
Right before class ended, Edward slid a small piece of paper across the desk and slipped it under my
hand.
“YouseemslightlyuncomfortablehereOutofplaceifyouwillSoifyouneedanythingpleaseuse
it”
I looked at the scrap of paper and nodded slightly. It was his phone number.
“Uhthankyou”IstammeredbeforeslidingthepaperintothepocketofmybagHestoodupand
shrugged back into his blazer, grabbed his books from the desk, and held his hand out in front of
him.
“Afteryou”hesaidfollowingmeoutoftheroomInoticedthat the stares only got more intense as
EdwardsilentlywalkedbesidemetomynextclassItwasn’tuntilwewerealmosttherethatI
heard the shrill voice of the girl from the courtyard.
“Edwardreally?Whatthe
fuck
areyoudoing?”
Clearly, she had somesortofaproblemwithmeEdward’snostrilsflaredandhestoppedshortand
turned to the blonde girl, where she was leaning up against a locker, her small friend standing
quietly by her side.
“Rosalie”Hetookasteptowardherandroughlyshovedher shoulder so she slammed against the
locker with a loud crash. He put his mouth right up to her ear, but almost shouted when he spoke to
her“Don’tfuckwithmeNottoday”
He wrapped his big, warm hand around my elbow and pulled me away from them. Suddenly he
stopped and spun around, his eyes narrowed.
“YesAliceMaybeyoushould”
Alice, the small girl, nodded and forced a smile at him.
Maybe I was taken aback by the confrontation, or maybe I was just too concerned with gawking at
EdwardbutIdon’t think that was the case at all. Something had just happened that was
very
bizarre.
Alicehadn’tsaid
anything
. Nothing at all. In fact, I was almost certain of it.
I pushed the observation to the back of my mind and continued the awkward, tension filled walk to
classwithEdwardHedidn’tsayanythingaboutwhathadjusthappenedsoIpried
“Whoisshe?”
“RosalieMybrother’sgirlfriend- justignoreherThat’swhatIdo”
Itdidn’tlooklikehe’djustignoredhertome
“Whowasthesmallergirl?”
“That’smysisterAlice”
“Whatdidshesaytoyou?”
Edward frowned and stopped in front of my second period classroom.
“Uhnothing?Whatdoyoumean?”
“Yousaid‘
Yes Alice, you should,
’orsomethinglikethatandIdidn’thearhersayanything”
Edward smirked a little bit and suddenly his eyes widened at someone who was approaching
behind me. When I turned my head to look, there was a huge, burly guy walking toward us. He
towered over Edward, and initially his size was shocking, but at second glance he had deep dimples
andhisfaceappearedtobesortoffriendlyHeseemedamicable
“BellathisismybrotherEmmett”Edwardpattedhisbackforemphasis“Takecareofher”he
said, before walking away. Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me, but I’malmostsurethatIsaw
Edward furtively nod to Emmett before he walked away.
Itwasn’tuntilwewereseatedthatIrealizedEdwardhadcompletelyavoidedmyquestion
My interest in the Cullen family was growing by the second. The three children were the epitome of
beauty, and must have been equally as intriguing to the other students if they were already being
gossiped about on the first day of school.
ApartfromtheirsizeEmmettandAlice’sappearancesmadeitimpossibletodenytheywere
related. They had the same dark hair color, the same ivory skin tone, the same brown, almost
goldeneyesAlthoughEdwardwasequallyasstunningtomehedidn’tlookrelatedtothem
whatsoever. His hair was a brownish, copper tone and his eyes were green and his skin was much
morepeachtonedthentheothertwoItseemedslightlystrangetome
AlthoughIhadn’tspokentoAliceshedidn’ttakepartinherfriend’sanimositytowardmeopting
instead to just stand there in silence. Edward and Emmett were beyond friendly to me. They talked
to me, walked me to class, and made me feel comfortable- somethingIwasn’texpectinganyoneto
doespeciallynotonmyfirstdayEspeciallynotEmmettwho’sgirlfriendwasevilincarnateIhad
the feeling there was more to thewholethingthehatredandthekindnessbutIfiguredI’dremain
quiet and neutral and wait for some kind of an explanation.
Besides for some frightening glares from Rosalie, the rest of my day passed without incidence. I
walked the few blocks to my father’ssmalltwobedroomapartmentfeelinglikeaweighthadbeen
liftedfrommyshouldersMyfirstdaywasoverwithIwasn’tintearsandIwasn’ttemptedtodive
headfirstintotrafficI’devenmadeafewacquaintancesIplannedongoingintoschool the next
day with a more optimistic outlook.
My father questioned me about my day over dinner. Knowing his contacts and knowledge of people
in the city, I decided to bring up the Cullens. I was eager to know anything I could about Edward.
“Dad?HaveyoueverheardofafamilycalledtheCullens?”
Charlie’seyeswidenedandhedroppedhisforkHewipedhismouthwithhisnapkinandcleared
his throat before answering.
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