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Summary: After burning down the gym at their old school, Buffy Swan and her twin sister, Bella, return to live with their father. What happens when she comes face to face with a clan of vegetarian vampires that is unlike any she has met before? ABANDONED for now

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Twilight > Buffy - CenteredAlcharmaFR1539,8783455,65528 Dec 082 Apr 09No

The Return to Forks

Summary: After burning down the gym at their old school, Buffy Swan and her twin sister, Bella, return to Forks, WA to live with their father. What will happen when she comes face to face with a clan of vegetarian vampires that is unlike any she has met before?

Disclaimer: Buffy belongs to Joss, everyone from the Twilightverse belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Written in response to the lovely BuffyCharmed's Buffy/Twilight challenge of the same name. I know I said I was going on hiatus for a while, but I'm back because this particular challenge caught my eye.

I hope you like it!


“Bells! Get your ass down here!” seventeen-year-old Elizabeth Swan yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Dressed in a tight pair of jeans and a black tank top, Elizabeth, a.k.a. Buffy, grabbed her two suitcases and marched out the door, easily tossing them into the back of her mother's green SUV. Only two suitcases full of clothes. She was proud of herself. But it was mostly summer wear; she'd have to buy winter clothes in Forks to prepare herself for the inevitable rain. With a sigh, she slammed the trunk door shut and re-entered the house, once again calling for her sister. “Bella! Get down here, or I'll make you load your own suitcases into the car!” A second later, the pounding of running footsteps could be heard overhead, and Buffy smiled, knowing that her sister relied on her strength.

Older by thirteen and a half minutes, Buffy couldn't be more different from her sister, Isabella, a.k.a. Bella. She was the definition of an Arizona girl. Her long blond hair and tanned skin turned quite a few heads wherever she went, and she was part of the popular crowd at school. She was a leader, not a follower. In contrast, Bella was quiet, had always been quiet, and preferred to fade into the background rather than be the center of attention. She was popular because Buffy was popular, but never would have chose it for herself. In contrast to her sister's light hair and dark skin, she was extremely pale and brunette. While Buffy spent most of her time outside, cheering and spending time with her friends, Bella preferred to stay inside and could often be found reading or studying. Not that Buffy was unintelligent; she simply devoted her energy to things other than studying. The two were like night and day.

Despite all of this, the one thing that separated them most was Buffy's calling. Her duty. She was the Slayer. The chosen one. The one with the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness, blah blah blah, you know the drill. At fifteen, she had been approached by her Watcher, Merrick, who had taught her all that she needed to know to defeat things more horrible than normal people could ever imagine. While Bella spent her nights working her homework or papers, Buffy was patrolling cemeteries, staking newly risen vampires, or training with her Watcher. Her calling was sacred, and it was to be kept quiet. Anyone who knew would be in grave danger.

But of course Bella knew. Buffy had told her the second she got home that fateful day that changed her life. They knew everything about each other and trusted each other with everything. Despite their differences, the two shared a bond stronger than most people ever experienced. They were sisters. Bella befriended Buffy's friends to make her happy, and Buffy studied and kept her grades up to make Bella happy. In exchange for Buffy keeping Bella's life intact, an extremely difficult task, as Bella was the clumsiest person she had ever met, Bella helped her with her school work. When one was sick, the other would take a day off school to take care of her. When Buffy was out late patrolling, Bella covered for her. Through everything, their parents' divorce, Bella's various trips to the ER, when Buffy burned down the vampire-infested school gym, the two stuck together. They weren't only sisters. They were best friends.

And now they were moving to Forks, Washington. After burning down the gym, their mother had called their father. After several hours of screaming and yelling on both ends, Charlie Swan had agreed to take his older daughter in. Both had agreed that a change of scenery would do Buffy good. And of course, Bella had insisted on accompanying her. They had never been apart; why start now? So here they were. After packing up their entire lives, the two sisters were scheduled to catch a plane to Forks that afternoon. Though their mother was sad to see them go, she knew that this was the best decision. Buffy needed a new setting, and it would have been cruel of her and her husband to split the girls up. So she watched from the front window without a word as her older daughter threw her luggage into the back of her car before sauntering back into the house.

“I'm coming!” Bella yelled, already half way down the stairs. She was dressed in a knee-length khaki skirt and a loose flowing blouse. Her hair was neatly brushed, and a thin sheen of make-up covered her lips and eyelids.

“Let's at least try and make you look presentable!” Buffy had teased before attacking her with a hairbrush and several containers of cosmetics. She hadn't fought back. She had merely smiled, inwardly pleased as her sister smiled and laughed. It was nice to see her like that. Their parents' divorce and becoming the Slayer had taken a huge toll on her, and nowadays, Bella did anything she could to make her smile.

A second later, there was a loud thump as the brunette tripped over one of her suitcases and came tumbling down the stairs, shrieking loudly in surprise. In the blink of an eye, Buffy caught her twin and set her on her feet, laughing as Bella mock scowled at her. “I had it under control. I can take care of myself, you know.”

“Clearly,” the blond responded, shaking her head in amusement. Overall, her newly enhanced reflexes and speed had come in handy. She had already saved her sister from bashing her head in whenever she tripped more times than she could count. However, Bella never showed an ounce of jealousy or exasperation. Only pride and support at her older sister's duty to save the world. “C'mon let's get this in the car.” The two girls made their way over to the car and deposited Bella's luggage into the trunk next to Buffy's. Now that the task of packing up the car was done, Buffy sighed and dropped down on their perfectly manicured lawn. “Are you happy to be moving?” she asked her sister, tilting her head up at her and squinting slightly as the bright sun assaulted her eyes.

“I guess,” Bella answered, shrugging and plopping down on the ground next to the blond.

“You don't have to go, you know,” Buffy reminded her, mistaking her nonchalance for sadness. “Mom said you could stay with her. It's only me she wants out of the house,” she muttered. While she knew why her mother had done it, she had still been hurt when the woman had banished her from her home.

“No,” the brunette answered, shaking her head. Buffy leaned back, closing her eyes and letting the sun warm her skin. “I want to go. Without you, there's nothing for me here.” Bella sighed, not even wanting to think about what her life would be like without her sister. It would be torture, plain and simple. This got a smile out of the blond, and she grinned in response.

“Come on, girls. Time to go,” their mother, Renée called, closing the front door behind her and walking over to them. “Your flight's in two hours.” Exchanging a glance, the two girls nodded before picking themselves up from the grass and sliding into the backseat of the SUV.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the airport. They exchanged goodbyes. None of them cried; they knew they would see each other soon. Without a backwards glance, Buffy grabbed her three pieces of luggage, and with Bella trailing along behind her, walked over to the curbside check in. Then they entered the airport, went through security, and settled down to wait by gate eleven. An hour later, they boarded the plane. Six hours after that, after a stopover in Seattle and another hour long flight to Port Angeles, the two were making their way to baggage claim. Looking out the large glass windows into the street, Buffy made a face. It was raining. Bella smothered a smile at the look on her sister's face and rubbed her arm reassuringly.

“It's Washington, Buffy. We knew there would be rain. Mass amounts of rain.”

“I know,” the blond answered, but continued to pout. But she quickly snapped out of it, grabbing Bella's hand and practically dragging her toward Baggage Claim. Reaching the carousel for their flight, she saw that the luggage was already being unloaded. Spotting one of Bella's bags, she plucked it up with ease and placed it on the floor between them. At her sister's disapproving look, she pretended to struggle a bit more with the other three, not wanting anyone to notice her inhuman strength. Not like it really mattered, though. She hadn't been to Forks in years, but if it was how she remembered, it was a lot like Phoenix. People wouldn't believe in the existence of vampires even if one swooped down at bit them right on the neck. They'd just chalk it all up to gangs on PCP, exactly how they had done back home. “Ready?” Buffy asked in a chipper tone, trying to make the best of their new situation. She could tell that Bella would have been perfectly fine staying in Phoenix, and she would do anything she could to help her adjust to their new life.

“Yeah, let's go.” The two dragged their suitcases out of the airport, only to see Charlie already waiting for him. In his police cruiser. Great. Buffy sighed, but smiled in amusement. Even though their father was the Police Chief of Forks, neither of them understood why he insisted on driving that thing around on his days off. At least the siren was off. As soon as he saw them making their way toward him, he got out of the car, giving them each a one-armed hug before tossing their luggage into the trunk.

“It's good to see you, Buffy, Bells.” The two smiled politely, trying their hardest to mask their distaste for both him and the middle-of-nowhere town. He had left their mother for another woman, and they had both taken it quite hard. Clearly, it hadn't worked out, as he was once again single. “You two haven't changed much. How's Renée?”

“Mom's fine,” Bella answered automatically. “It's good to see you, too, Dad.” After an almost imperceptive nudge from her sister, Buffy smiled and looked her dad straight in the eyes.

“How are you?” She didn't use the word Dad. Their parents' divorce had been harder on her than Bella. Being the Slayer came with quite a few cons in addition to its pros. After her calling, her parents had fought constantly. The late nights, the unexpected disappearances of their eldest daughter in the middle of the night, her brief stay in a mental hospital. Their father had been the one who most strongly expressed his disappointment at her behavior and her believed insanity. It was her fault that her parents had split up, and she would never forgive herself. But she could also never forgive their father for leaving their mother for someone who was only a few years older than them.

“Good, thanks.” He answered with a smile before ushering them into the backseat of the cruiser. The twins exchanged glances, smiling slightly at the fact that they were sitting in the back of a police car, separated from their father by metal netting, but Charlie knew better than to split them up. “I found a good car for you, really cheap,” he announced, and Buffy leaned her head back against the seat, knowing that he was talking to Bella. The blond didn't drive. Despite her Slayer advantages, she and cars were unmixy things. Bella was a good driver, though, and from the second she had gotten her license, she had agreed to drive Buffy anywhere she wanted to go.

“I can see it now... Buffy Swan, Slayer of demons and vampires, protector of the world, dies upon crashing into a tree,” she had laughed. Buffy had laughed along side her, having already made peace with the fact that anyone who gave her a license would have to be the dumbest person alive.

“What kind of car?” Bella asked curiously.

“Well, it's a truck actually, a Chevy.” The brunette nodded, but continued to question Charlie. Only somewhat interested, Buffy stared out the window at the pouring rain and gray skies, for once regretting her decision to move to Washington. She could understand why there were more reported cases of depression in areas that never got any sun. This is how their discussions with their father usually went. Though shy and usually extremely quiet, Bella carried on conversations with Charlie while Buffy looked on, only occasionally speaking up when she had something important to say.

“Where did you find it?”

“Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?” She heard Charlie ask.

“The tiny Indian reservation on the coast, right?” Buffy piped up. This time she would try. She'd try to get along with him. God knows how long she'd be stuck living with him. She saw his eyes widen slightly in the rear view mirror at her attempt at friendliness. She had never kept her dislike for her father a secret.


“No, I don't remember him,” Bella answered Charlie's question, giving Buffy a small, encouraging smile. She was proud.

“He used to go fishing with us during the summer...” Buffy once again zoned out as the two continued the conversation, and before she knew it, they were pulling up in front of their childhood home. Flashing her father a gracious smile as he opened the door for her, the Slayer slid out of the car and stretched her arms, watching as her sister took in the sight of her new truck. From the look on her face, she liked it, and Buffy smiled at her excitement. Score one for Charlie.

“Wow, Dad, I love it! Thanks!”

“I'm glad you like it,” he said, clearly embarrassed. Without another word, the three hauled the four suitcases up the stairs, stopping in front of the west bedroom. It was the room that they had shared when they were kids. It looked smaller now; Charlie had squeezed in two beds instead of cribs as they grew older and added desks when they needed them. Dumping their luggage on the floor, Charlie bid them goodnight before leaving them alone and crossing the hall to his own bedroom. That was one good thing about Charlie. He never hovered. He let them do whatever they wanted, which made sneaking around behind his back to fight evil much easier.

“What time is it?” Buffy asked an hour later after they had unpacked and Bela had gotten ready for bed. Bella looked at her watch.

“Almost midnight.” With a nod, the blond grabbed a knife from her suitcase and tucked it into her boot. She'd worry about whittling some stakes later. Slipping out of her black tank top and tugging on a long sleeved shirt and a jacket, she crossed the small room to the window, opening it and sticking her head out to survey the best way down. “You're going out?”

“Gonna do a quick sweep of the area,” Buffy said with another nod. She was almost half way out the window before Bella called out.

“No!” She turned around to see her sister's eyes wide and pleading. “It's our first night here. Please don't go.” The Slayer hesitated for a minute, but the part of her that loved her sister eventually won out, and she slipped back through the window, closing and locking it behind her. She could patrol the next night.

“Alright,” Buffy said with a soft smile, tugging her jacket off and dropping it and the knife in her boot back into her suitcase. She'd work on getting a chest with a false bottom tomorrow. “I'm gonna go wash up.” Wandering across the hall to the small bathroom, she quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth before returning to the small room. Kicking off her boots and sliding her jeans down her legs, she swapped them for a pair of plaid pajama pants. Looking over to the other side of the room, she saw that Bella was already curled up under the covers of her own bed. With a small smile, she flicked off the light before crawling into bed. She was antsy, energetic; she never went to bed this early. And now she had all this extra energy.


“Mhmm?” The blond rolled over onto her side so that she could look in her sister's direction. Even though the room was almost pitch black, her Slayer vision revealed that Bella was turned toward her as well. There was a moment of silence. “What's up, Bells?”

“We're going to be the new girls from the big city,” she finally answered, sighing. “There's only three hundred and fifty students. All of the kids here have grown up together... Their grandparents had been toddlers together.” Buffy waited patiently as Bella struggled to make sense of her thoughts. “I won't fit in. Maybe if I looked like you... If I was tan, sporty, blond... I could make it work. But I'm not. We lived in Arizona, and I'm practically translucent! I don't play sports, and I can't even walk without tripping over my own feet! And no one understands me! People just don't understand me. I'm just never on exactly the same page as everyone else.” Bella lapsed into silence, and Buffy tilted her head, slightly surprised at her sister's outburst. She had always been the level-headed one, the one who acted on logic and emotions. Most people didn't think that she cared what others thought of her, but Buffy knew better. She simply kept it all inside to minimize the chance that she would get hurt. But here she was, scared and frightened, and finally expressing herself.

“Bells, everything's going to be fine,” Buffy said in a soothing voice. Even though she had been caught slightly off guard, she knew exactly what to do about her sister's panic.

“How do you know that?” She wasn't hysterical, she was merely curious.

“Because you have me.”


Well, that's it for now! I won't be following the book word for word, as Buffy has her own stuff to do, and she can't always be right next to Bella. But the plot'll be the same... At least until Buffy finally meets the Cullens!

Anyhoo... Drop me a review on your way out to let me know what you thought of it.
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