Hey all! So this is my first ever Twilight fanfiction and I have a general idea where I'm going with it, but if you've ever read my other writing, you know 99% of the time I don't follow my outlines. I guess I should put it out there that one of the couples I anti-ship with a passion is Bella and Edward. I don't hate Edward, but I don't necessarily like him all that much either. I could go on and on about that though, so I'm gonna stop here. I need to know what ship I should write first though, Rosella, Bellice, or all three of them. I left the possibility open for all of those options, so let me know which would be best for this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or its characters. That right belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

3rd Person POV

Living in the woods is harder than people know. Nobody knows this better than little seven year old Isabella. It's been about a month since the fire that killed her parents, leaving her an orphan. A month since Social Services put her in the group home. And a month since she ran away. She couldn't take the pitying looks the adults gave her and the glares from the other kids made her feel anything but safe. To them, she was just competition and that would mean working harder to be the kid parents wanted to adopt. So she ran. That led her to where she was now, walking through the woods in search of somewhere new; looking like she was dragged by a pack of wild dogs through the mud.

After walking for another five minutes, Isabella heard a pained hiss coming from somewhere to her left. Looking for the source of the sound, a splash of red against the dull green and brown of the scenery caught her attention.

Upon closer inspection, Isabella saw it was a person, though when she got closer, what she saw made her think the being in front of her was anything but. Her flame red hair tangled with leaves and twigs still looked perfect, as if she meant for it to be that way. Perfect, pale white skin only marred by the many cracks that now adorned every inch of her. Her body was slender, from what Isabella could tell, though she was missing both of her legs and an arm. Her eyes were closed and had it not been for the occasional hiss of pain, Isabella would have thought the woman were dead.

Despite the fact that she was scared out of her mind and her every instinct was telling her to run, she took a deep breath and began collecting the woman's limbs, resisting the urge to vomit.

'What are you doing, child?' The woman asked, her angelic voice tainted with pain.

'I'm trying to help you.' Isabella responded, keeping the fear from her voice.

'Are you not afraid of me?' The woman asked, this time opening her ebony eyes and adjusting herself to look into Isabella's chocolate brown ones.

The moment their eyes met, something shifted in both of them. Isabella no longer feared the red headed stranger, but felt safe and protected in her presence. For the woman, she felt the need to protect and love this child with all of her being as if she were her own.

'No.' Isabella replied honestly. 'Not at all.'

Isabella walked up to the woman and set down her limbs in the appropriate places. 'What's your name, little one?'

'Isabella. What's yours?'

'Victoria.'

'Bells! Edward's here for you!' Charlie calls from downstairs, breaking the teen out of her memories.

'Be right down!' Bella calls back, grabbing her bag and hurrying down the stairs.

Being around vampires most of her life, Bella's learned to be graceful like one and her senses are significantly sharper than the average human's. Well, with the exception of her eyesight for the most part. Bella needs glasses for reading and a few other things, but that's about where her natural flaws end. She acts clumsy because she knows that no human is as graceful as she actually is.

'Bye, Charlie.' Bella says, kissing her "foster father" on the cheek before heading out the door.

When she got separated from Victoria, James, and Laurent four months ago, Charlie found her wandering around alone. After hearing her story (the part about them being vampires changed for obvious reasons), he took her in and made up a story about fostering a girl he found on the streets until she could support herself. Although, in that short amount of time, Bella's grown to love Charlie. He's kind and selfless with a heart of gold underneath the gruff exterior.

Heading down the driveway to Edward's Volvo, Bella tries to keep from showing the disgust she's feeling on her face. Edward wasn't a bad guy, but that's just it. He's a guy. Bella bats for the other team, but in order for her plans to work, she needs to be close to the Cullens. At least until Victoria, James, and Laurent find her. He's a nice enough guy and Edward was the only single one, or she'd have tried for Rosalie or Alice. Both of them were really beautiful and even though Rosalie has made it clear she hates her, she can't help but feel attracted to both of them.

They have their mates. Bella thought. Besides, it's just two crushes. They'll blow over soon enough.

'Hello, my love.' Edward says, kissing her forehead and causing her to shudder. Not in the good way like he thinks, though. 'Ready?'

She nods and he opens the door for her. The Cullens are playing baseball today and Edward invited Bella to tag along and watch. She has a feeling this game is going to change everything, though whether it's in a good way or a bad way is yet to be seen.

Like it? Hate it? Reviews help me write. I enjoy when my readers point out my mistakes, it helps me be a better writer. Anyways, hasta luego mi pastelitos, good damn bye!