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Summary: Bella was the adoptive daughter of Charlie and Renee. She is actually Isabella Turner, younger sister of Cole Belthazar Turner, now attending Forks High School she meets the Cullen’s who think she is human, a clumsy, shy and naive human girl.

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Twilight > Non-BTVS/AtS StoriesTouchoftheWindFR1844,4244227,8265 Oct 082 Jan 09No

Chapter Three

The Devils Rejects- Chapter 3

Bella walked through the halls towards her first class room, she was aware of the stares focused on her and soon enough she caught whispers of males stating that she was attractive and girls wondering what type of girl she was, was she someone who would steal their boyfriends or the good girl who would attract their boyfriends? Bella smirked inwardly, if they only knew what kind of woman she was.

Her first class was English, the teacher, Mr Mason, gawked at her to her annoyance but she used a small bit of magic to blush bright red. Stumbling to her seat she sat through the idiotic human’s lesson. She had a quick glance though the reading list and saw it was pretty basic: Bronte, Shakespeare, Chaucer and Faulkner. Cole had read them to her when she was younger, on one of their holidays. Bella loved it when Cole read to her, his voice washing over her. Filling her with calm and washing away her stress as she was taken into the world Cole was telling her about.

The bell rang and Bella was ambushed by a nasal sounding, gangly boy with skin problems.

"You're Isabella Swan, aren't you?" He looked like the overly helpful type to Bella however she smiled politely at the teen.

"Bella," she corrected. Everyone within a three-seat radius turned to look at her and she again blushed which thinking about the ways of mortals.

"Where's your next class?" he asked her and Bella pulled out her schedule and made a show of looking it over.

"Um, Government, with Jefferson, in building six,” Bella answered while

"I'm headed toward building four, I could show you the way…" Definitely over-helpful Bella thought with a sneer. "I'm Eric," he added.

"Thanks," She said as Cole’s words echoed through her head about not killing humans, she needed to seem like a normal teenager and very few teenagers to her knowledge didn’t want friends.

"So, this is a lot different than Phoenix, huh?" he asked.

"Very,” Bella answered with a smile.

"It doesn't rain much there, does it?" Eric asked her, and Bella internally smiled at his curiosity.

"Three or four times a year,” Bella answered, he must feel so trapped here in Forks.

"Wow, what must that be like?" he wondered.

"Sunny," Bella said shortly.

"You don't look very tan,” Eric commented and Bella resisted the urge to glare, typical mortal with their stereotypes.

"My mother is part albino,” Bella commented quietly, though she was resisting the urge to snap.

He studied her face apprehensively, and she sighed. It looked like clouds and a sense of humour didn't mix. A few months of this and she might forget how to use sarcasm…or kill everyone in this town.

They walked back around the cafeteria, to the south buildings by the gym. Eric walked her right to the door, though it was clearly marked.

"Well, good luck," he said as she touched the handle. "Maybe we'll have some other classes together." He sounded hopeful.

She smiled at him vaguely and went inside though she could hear his thoughts about her being hot and totally interested in him.

The rest of the morning passed in about the same fashion. Her Trigonometry teacher, Mr. Varner, who was a horrible excuse for a human, was the only one who made her stand in front of the class and introduce herself. She stammered, blushed, and tripped over her own boots on the way to her seat thanks to Cole’s spell.

After two classes, she started to recognize several of the faces in each class. There was always someone braver than the others who would introduce themselves and ask her questions about how she liked Forks. She tried to be diplomatic, but mostly she just lied a lot. At least she never needed the map there was always a drooling male or girl trying to get some gossip ready to guide her.

One girl sat next to her in both Trig and Spanish, and she walked with Bella to the cafeteria for lunch. She was tiny, several inches shorter than Bella’s five feet four inches, but her wildly curly dark hair made up a lot of the difference between their heights. She couldn't remember her name, so Bella smiled and nodded as she prattled about teachers and classes. Bella didn’t really care so she tuned out the mortal.

They sat at the end of a full table with several of her friends, who she introduced to Bella. Bella however forgot all their names as soon as she spoke them. They seemed impressed by her bravery in speaking to Bella. The boy from English, Eric, waved at her from across the room and Bella smiled at him. It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven curious strangers, that Bella first saw them.

They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where Bella was sat. There were five of them. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them. They weren't gawking at her, unlike most of the other students who Bella was tempted to kill, so it was safe to stare at them without fear of meeting an excessively interested pair of eyes. But it was none of these things that caught, and held, Bella’s attention.

They didn't look anything alike. Of the three boys, one was big — muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-coloured hair. He was more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college, or even teachers here rather than students.

The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixie like, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.

And yet, they were all exactly alike. Every one of them was chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town. Paler than Bella, the albino. They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones. They also had dark shadows under those eyes — purplish, bruise like shadows. As if they were all suffering from a sleepless night, or almost done recovering from a broken nose. Though their noses, all their features, were straight, perfect, angular.

But all this is not why she couldn't look away.
She stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful. They were faces you never expected to see except perhaps on the airbrushed pages of a fashion magazine. Or painted by an old master as the face of an angel. It was hard to decide who was the most beautiful — maybe the perfect blond girl, or the bronze-haired boy. They were all looking away — away from each other, away from the other students, away from anything in particular as far as Bella could tell. As she watched, the small girl rose with her tray — unopened soda, unbitten apple — and walked away with a quick, graceful lope that belonged on a runway. She watched, with calculating eyes at her lithe dancer's step, till she dumped her tray and glided through the back door, faster than normal. Bella’s eyes darted back to the others, who sat unchanging.

Wonder what they would think if I were to tell them that these students were vampires? Yet Bella knew that despite her knowledge these vampires were not going to harm humans if they could help it, they did not have crimson eyes. They were ‘vegetarians’.

"Who are they?" Bella asked the girl from her Spanish class, whose name she'd forgotten. Bella understood mortals enough to know that this beauty within their mists would cause some kind of question from the ‘new girl’.

As she looked up to see who Bella meant — though already knowing, probably, from her tone — suddenly he looked at her, the thinner one, the boyish one, the youngest, perhaps. He looked at Bella’s neighbour for just a fraction of a second, and then his dark eyes flickered to hers.

“They’re the Cullen’s.”

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When they entered the classroom Angela gave her a small push towards the teacher and she headed to a black-topped table and greeted her neighbour. Bella did a quick glance around the room, mapping all exits and seeing the only empty seat…which was next to Edward Cullen.

Bella walked up to Mr. Banner, the teacher, and got her slip signed with no fuss. He handed her her text book and directed her to the empty seat next to the Vampire. As she sat down she sensed Edward tense in his seat. She turned slightly and found he was staring at her with a strange expression on his face. One Bella knew…hunger. Bella quickly looked away and noted his black eyes, he was very hungry…

Bella simply sat there, looking at the teacher but ready to defend herself against a hungry vampire if needed…She took notes on the lecture while occasionally glancing at the vampire, with what she hoped were confused eyes…

Bella knew that his hunger had nothing to do with her personally, she had been told by a vampire once that she was edible to them…meaning her blood was more potent to vampires.

After a while the bell rang loudly and Edward Cullen was out of his seat, fluidly moving from the room…gone before anyone else was out of there seat.

And here Bella was thinking Forks would be boring…

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