True Love Triumphs Chapter 2:The Cullens, a twilight fanfic

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Chapter 2: The Cullens

Blond hair. Blue eyes. Southern drawl. Hoopskirts. Dances. Antebellum. Texas. Gunshots. Soldiers. Red eyes. Vampires. Bloodshed. Screams. Pain. A nightmare that never ends.

Gold eyes.

"Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!" went the annoying high pitched squeal of my alarm. I promptly his snooze and snuggled back down in my blankets. Today was the first day of purgatory. AKA, high school.

"Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!" I hit snooze again. Maybe if I overslept Dad wouldn't make me go to school, I thought.

I was blinded by a bright light and deafened by a loud voice. "Rise and shine, Sleepy-Head!" It was Garrett. I should have known my father would call back-up.

"Five more minutes?" I asked.

"No, puny human. The agency wants you there, remember? I thought you would be happy about this. It's your first solo assignment!"

"Garrett, it's high school. Besides, you're here and the pack is only 20 minutes away, five if they're running. It's not much of a solo mission."

"Quit complaining. This assignment is better than nothing. Do you know how many recruits, yes not just hunters, would kill for this opportunity? You are studying the Cullens. They are one of the most peculiar forces in the supernatural community. You not only get to study them but you have unlimited alliances at your fingertips."

"I know, Garrett. It's still high school and I'm still a whiny teenager. Did they have to make me start late? Why couldn't I have started in August with everyone else?" I sighed. It was no use arguing. "Now that I'm awake, I need to get ready to face this. Please leave so I can prepare."

"Bella, you are going to high school, not the gallows."

"Same difference."

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When I arrived at school, the parking lot was already packed, well as packed as a school this small could be. There were no flashy cars except some red BMW, so my vintage truck fit right in. That was the goal: to fit in. My job was to blend in and observe the vampire coven with an objective view point. The animal blood must leave them addled; who in their right mind would choose to repeat high school over and over for all eternity?

"Hi my name is Eric Yorkie! You must be Isabella Swan! Let me show you to the office so you can pick up your schedule! It's my job to show new students around campus! Would you believe this is my first opportunity to do this since I've been elected?" shouted a very enthusiastic boy with bad skin and a slight shine to his hair.

"Thanks. That would be great." I tried not to grimace.

"You are going to love Forks High. We should meet up for lunch later. I'm on the school newspaper and I would love to do a feature on you!"

"I'm not too comfortable with the feature. Thanks anyways." I was definitely grimacing now. Great, five minutes on campus and I have a puppy following me everywhere. It's part of the hunter's charm. Humans and other supernatural creatures alike are attracted to us due to the pheromones we put out. It's part of our protective instincts. People are much more compliant when they are attracted to you. Unfortunately, when not in use for a mission, it's a big hindrance.

"That's okay. I would still like for you to eat at my table for lunch. This way you can meet as many people as possible."

"Thanks Eric. Now where's the office?"

"Right this way." We walked into the closest building. "Here we are," he announced. "Let me know if you need anything else. Here's my number." He handed me a slip of paper and left."

I walked up to the lady at the desk. "My name is Isabella Swan. I need to pick up my schedule."

"Oh, you're chief's daughter! Welcome to Forks. We had some trouble figuring out your schedule, so you're some senior level classes. I hope that's alright?"

"That's fine, uh," I looked at her name plaque. "Mrs. Cope."

"Well then, here is your class schedule, school map, and locker combination. I hope you have a good day of school. Oh! I almost forgot." She pulled out an obnoxious orange colored piece of paper. "You need to have all of your teachers sign this and return it at the end of the day." She handed it to me.

"Thanks. I will."

"Have a nice day!"

"You too." Great. This meant added interaction. I was hoping to just slip in and out without being noticed, an impossibility in this small town.

I looked at schedule. Senior Level British Literature was listed as my first class of the day. I smiled for the first time since I woke up. I loved British Literature, especially Jane Austen and the Brontë sisters. I walked into the classroom and had the teacher sign off on the required document. I then took my seat and looked over the syllabus. I was disappointed when I realized it was just a list of cliché high school readings like Romeo and Juliet and Pride and Prejudice. Don't get me wrong, I love both of those works, I was just hoping for something, well, else.

The bell finally rang and the last of the stragglers walked into the classroom. In walked two inhumanly beautiful people: vampires. These must be two of the "Cullen kids." One was a boy. He was well over six-foot, as big as any one of the boys on the res. He was muscular and had dark short curly hair. He was vampire pale and had gold eyes. The girl was petite in the extreme with short spikey dark hair. She was vampire pale and had gold eyes. Huh, I wondered. Is this anomaly due to their 'vegetarian' diet? Does that mean the vampire I have been dreaming about live this way?

"Class," announced the teacher, in a nasally voice. I could already tell we would not be getting along very well. "We have a new student. Her name is Isabella Swan. Please make her feel welcome." A few of the boys in the back snickered, including a good-looking blonde boy. He had a baby face and the baby blue eyes to go with it. "Please turn to page 366 in your Broadview Anthology textbook," droned the teacher. "Please continue reading silently in you text book for the remainder of class.

"I'm Mike Newton," introduced the blonde boy, with his hand held out to shake. I took it.

"I'm Bella," I responded.

"What did you do to make Pixie Cullen mad at you?"

I looked over at her and noticed her shooting daggers my way. "Nothing I haven't spoken to her or anyone than some poodle boy. Is her name really Pixie?"

"Poodle boy?"

"Yeah, his last name is poodle. You know, the small dog?"

"You mean Eric Yorkie!"

"Oh. Well, I got the dog thing right."

"To answer your earlier question, no her name is not Pixie. Her name is Alice. Her brother is the big guy sitting next to her. He's Emmett."

"Bing!" went the bell, signaling the end of class.

"Can you tell me how to get to the gym? I have PE next."

"I have PE next too! I'll walk you there."

"Thanks." He seemed like a nice guy, better than that Terrier; he was friendly and safe. Too bad I was on assignment. And had a Psycho vampire after me.

"Here we are," He announced. "Girls locker room is straight through there. See you in a little bit!"

"See ya." I really shouldn't encourage him, I thought. I ducked into the locker room and handed my document to the coach. She signed it and handed me the required uniform. I had to dress out on my first day. Oh the humanity! There's nothing worse than gym class in high school, except maybe lunch.

When we were allowed to head out to join the boys, I scanned the crowd. First looking for any vamps, and then Mike. No vampires, but I did see Mike talking to a short girl with really curly hair and a tall girl with a permanent snarl on her face.

"Bella!" Mike called. "Come here! I want to introduce you to some friends of mine!" oh joy. Mike by himself was fine, but adding in others would be a nuisance.

"Hi, Mike." I tried not to grimace.

"Bella this is Jessica Stanley and Lauran Mallory."

"Nice to meet you." I responded.

"Where are you from?" asked Jessica.

"Here originally, then Arizona for 14 years, before moving back here last year."

"Last year? Why didn't you start last year?" snarled Lauran.

"I was in a bad accident and had to recover. I really don't want to talk about it." I really didn't. This was about as much as I could tell them without lying. I hated lying, but it came with the territory of being a hunter.

"Then we won't make you talk about it," said Mike while giving Lauren a look. It did not make her happy. Jessica looked jealous. Great. Who needed enemies like psycho vampires when there are petty teenage girls around? I thought.

This day was dragging on forever. We were soon dismissed to change and the bell rang shortly after that. My next class was Statistics. I met a nice quiet girl named Angela. She was part of the same group as Mike and Jessica.

I followed Angela to lunch and sat at the table with others I had met that day, like poodle boy and Mike. Angela introduced me to the two others at the table, Tyler Crowley and Ben Cheney. The conversation soon picked up and I tuned everyone out. Then, it happened. The Cullen Coven walked in. A tall blonde model hung on Emmet's arm, while the Pixie twirled around the boyish bronze haired male. Then, HE walked in. The vampire from my dreams. He was every bit as sexy and as gorgeous as he was in my dreams. And, when I looked into his beautiful golden eyes, I saw the pain and anguish that had been present as well. It was too much. I fainted. My last thoughts before I succumbed to the darkness were, Why him?

TLT

When I came to, I noticed I was in the nurse's office. The events of the day came pouring in. Some hunter I am, I thought. I faint at the sight of vampires!

"How are you feeling?" asked the nurse as she walked in.

"Fine," I replied. I would never here the end of this.

"Do you think you are able to go to class?"

"Yes."

"Alright then. Here is a note to give your teacher. Come back if you feel dizzy or nauseated. Have a nice day."

I left the nurse's office and headed to my science class, biology. The first thing I noticed was that I had this class with one of the vamps, the ginger one. I handed my notes to the teacher and proceeded to the empty seat next to the vamp. As soon as I sat down, his eyes turned black. Uh, oh. I knew what that meant. He was hungry and I was the meal. Well, not on my watch buddy. I started think of all the ways to kill and immobilize a vampire. Garlic, wolfs bane, and silver paste in the eye. Immobilization incantation in the Ancient language. Soon the bell rang and the hungry vamp raced out of the room at a nice human speed.

Mike caught me after class. "What's with you and the Cullens? First Alice and now Edward! No one else has ever gotten any sort of reaction from them!"

"Well, I guess I'm special," I tried to joke. Mike gave half-hearted laugh before heading to Government. I headed to my last class of the day, American history.

This class did not disappoint. HE was in it. So was his blonde sister. I had last teacher sign that obnoxious form and sat in the empty seat in the back of the classroom. I was able to observe him all class. He stayed as still as a statue; barely breathing, never moving. It was official: I was obsessed. The final bell rang and I gathered my belongings to head to the office to turn in that awful paper. I was stopped by a concerned Angela. I hadn't even noticed she was in this class.

"Are you okay, Bella?"
"I'm fine, Angela. I hadn't slept well the past few nights coupled with low blood sugar caused me to pass out. I'm alright now."

"Glad you're feeling better."

"Thanks. Could you tell me who those blondes are that sit at the table with the Cullens?"

"Sure! Rosalie and Jasper Hale. They're twins and Mrs. Cullen's niece and nephew. Mr. and Mrs. Cullen took them in when they were young after their parents died."

"Thanks for letting me know. I need to take this paper to the office. See you tomorrow."

"Bye, Bella!"

When I arrived in the office, Edward was already there. He was trying to change out Biology for another class. None were available and he left the office in a rush. Huh. Maybe the Cullens are different.

I handed Mrs. Cope the orange paper and went home.

Since it was a Friday, there would be a bonfire at La Push. I would get to share my observations with the Elders and Protectors of the tribe. In the meantime, I decided to nap.

TLT

Blond hair. Blue eyes. Southern drawl. Japer Whitlock. Hoopskirts. Dances. Antebellum. Texas. Gunshots. Soldiers. Red eyes. Vampires. Maria. Bloodshed. Screams. Pain. Scars. A nightmare that never ends. Gold eyes. Family.

A new beginning.

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"Would you like a Coke, Bella?" asked Sue Clearwater.

"That would be great, Sue. Thanks."

"I can't believe you passed out today," exclaimed Paul, for the 23rd time. Yes, I have been keeping track.

"We understand that, Bella. I for one, am more concerned about Edward Cullen and his interest in you." Cut in Sam.

"Well, one day at a time. We have the weekend to strategize on what to do," chimed in my dad, sitting down next to Sue

"We could have the boys meet with the Cullens to remind them of treaty," said Billy Black, Jacob's dad and current chief.

"It would be too suspicious. They would put two and two together and my cover would be blown. No, I will just have to be careful and observant After all, this is my mission," I replied.

"You'll figure it out," said Jacob, forever the optimist. "You always do."

TLT

That night, I prayed for wisdom and strength. I needed to know how to best handle the situation. I prayed for Jasper. "Jasper," I whispered aloud. The mysterious man in my dream now had a name. My dream from my nap came flooding in, and with it more unanswered questions. Who was he? Why is he in so much pain? Why doesn't he use his real name? How did he become a part of the Cullen Coven? Why am I dreaming about him?

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Me.

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