FAGE 11. Are You In…?

Title: The Girl with the Cobra Tattoo

Written for: M Crystal Cruiz/Cruiz107

Written By: Lovely Black Butterfly (formerly Latreasem1)-Co-Author: Silver Butterfly 2992

Beta: Monica Patterson

Rating: M

Pairing: Jasper x Bella

Summary/Prompt used: Bella is already a vampire when she meets the Cullens; Heathen -21 Pilots; Tattooed Man in a Suit

Charlie Swan is a suave, Nightclub owner who has a way with the ladies. His daughter, Bella owns a burlesque club. Because of their unique gifts, no one suspects they are vampires working for the Volturi-North America Police Force, hunting down and taking out rogue nomads, until Bella meets the Cullens and everything in their lives gets turned inside out. Jasper is intrigued with Bella, but then who is the mysterious vampire girl with the cobra tattoo?

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PROLOGUE

FUCK, FUCK, FUCKITY FUCK! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! "CHARLIE!" I am about to split my wig. The only part of my appearance I've had to change since moving back to Forks is my eye color. Now we have an entire coven of vampires that's moved here. To top it off they all go to fucking high school. What are the fucking chances?

First, let me introduce myself, I'm Isabella Volturi, formerly Isabella Swan and my dad, Charlie Volturi, formerly Charlie Swan. We were turned into vampires about fifty years ago when a rogue vampire came through our little, small town of Forks, Washington.

Charlie was the Police Commissioner for the State of Washington at the time, but also best friends with the Chief of the Quileute Native American Tribe of the Pacific Northwest, as Charlie was born and raised in Forks.

He was on assignment to help investigate mysterious disappearances in the area. My mom, Renée and I had come from Seattle to spend the weekend with Dad since he couldn't get away and it was my 18th birthday. We were driving back to Forks from Port Angeles late when our car got a flat tire. While Charlie was changing the tire, the vampire attacked. At the time Ephraim Black, the Chief, was the only member of the Quileutes that still had the ability to phase. He killed the vampire but not before the vampire drained my mother and was in the process of draining me. My dad tried to shoot him and then beat him with a tire iron when the vamp let me go and turned on my dad. He had freshly bitten Charlie when Ephraim showed up.

Oh, did I forget to mention they are a tribe of shape-shifting wolves? Well, they are. They are the natural mortal enemy of our race. The only reason they allow us to stay around is that Charlie and I can appear to be human; yet, because we are vampires, we keep the shifter gene active. Pretty cool gift, huh?

Because of the mysterious disappearance of such a prominent figure in the community, the Volturi descended upon our little, small town intending to decimate the entire town to contain the secret.

Charlie told them the deaths had already been explained as an animal attack to the town. He also told them with the help of the shifters, we could prevent this from happening again if they allowed us to remain with the pack; thus, ensuring they always had more than one active shifter. We could work with them, acting as the police force of North America against rogue vampires. It was already clear, with them being in Italy, their intel was already a few months late. They readily agreed. So, for the past fifty years, we've been traveling around the U.S. taking care of rogue problems for the Volturi. We would return to the reservation, long enough to trigger the gene for shifting, before we'd move on.

With the problem seeming to have calmed down, and all the new communication technology now available, we could finally take a much-needed break and settle back into a comfortable life in Forks.