A/N: Oh, my, gosh… I am starting the sequel! The first chapter is here! Woohoo! This calls for a celebration…maybe I could get ice cream… *shrugs shoulders*. Anyway, I'm being sidetracked. I want to say a huge thank you for those who reviewed the last chapter of Two Worlds (previously called Bella Montana), and to those who is following this story because they liked it's prequel, thank you as well. I hope you guys won't be disappointed. I hope I won't be disappointed. I've got millions of scenes in my head that I'm afraid I won't be able to incorporate them all in this story. But still, I will try my best.

Some people have been asking if this will be just like New Moon, and this is my reply: yes, but no as well. Yes, in the sense that Edward (and the rest of the Cullens) will leave Bella, and no, in the sense that Bella won't all be gloom and doom for how many months. My Bella isn't like that. She was raised in a Hollywood setting, which means she's tougher than Stephanie's Bella. Also, since she's closer to her dad, Charlie will be helping her to not sink into a funk when Edward leaves. I think it's sweet and more interesting that way. If Bella isn't all depressed, that means she can be Yasmin, which is the point of this story. If she can't be Yasmin, then you might as well read New Moon.

To those who are wondering, as promised, Jacob will be in this story. With Edward out of the way, I can make him 'move in for the kill'. I'm leaving it for your guys' imagination to wonder if Bella will accept him or no. Just remember, she doesn't know Jacob before this. Charlie and Bella never set foot in Forks before moving in, which means Bella never befriended Jacob. How will this affect the story? I honestly don't know. I'm not up to that part in my planning yet.

Well, that's enough of my rambling. Please enjoy the first chapter 'Human Drinker'. I hope that won't give too much away.

Disclaimer: I do not, in any shape or form, own Twilight or any of its affiliates. Any characters mentioned were created by Stephanie Meyer, not me. I'm just using them for my own amusement (and yours, too).

Two Worlds: Exposed – Chapter One

"Yasmin," Angela called over the loud clicks of the camera and the shouts of the paparazzi, "I am so happy you invited me!" She jumped up and down, showing me how happy she is. I laughed loudly at her behavior; I remember the first time I ever went to these celebrity parties, and I acted just like her, minus the jumping up and down part. I was fourteen then and Paris Hilton had invited me to one of her many parties. I was young and naïve then, so when I actually went to the party, I was quite scarred after seeing that events that happened, though I have to say I had fun. I never related the events to Charlie, afraid of being grounded.

"You're welcome, Claire," I shouted back. "Just remember to not make a fool of yourself! It's disconcerting when a complete stranger starts bombing you with questions, so don't do that to anyone, particularly not the hostess of the party!"

I'm sure Jamie will appreciate my warning – it is her Halloween party after all. I looped my arms with Angela the moment she was fully out of the limo. She was dressed as a cowgirl, making the lilac hair looked quite out of place. I, well Yasmin, was dressed as a zombie. Alice had spent a lot of time trying to make me look like a zombie, but I kept on sweating through the face paint so we both decided to forgo that. I wouldn't want to look too overdressed for the party anyway.

Angela and I hurried through the crowd and into the club, and I must say, Jamie did well in decorating the place. It almost looked like a real cemetery. If only the silver disco ball was not in the picture.

"C'mon," I told Angela before I dragged her over to Jamie. "The place looks wonderful, Jamie," I said as I greeted Jamie good evening. "And I love your costume. 'Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.'" I quoted.

Laughing, Jamie managed to say, "Wow, thanks, Yasmin. I'd never pegged you for a Wizard of Oz fan."

"Pish," I waved my hand, "who isn't? How's the family, by the way?" I wanted to make small talk before Angela recovers from her shock at seeing Jamie Lynn Spears in person. Nudging the girl, I subtly told her to stop staring; Jamie was starting to fidget under Angela's gaze.

"They're just fine," Jamie said quickly before making up an excuse about seeing Lindsay somewhere. I rolled my eyes when she was gone. I knew she was just making it up. I rounded on Angela, who just smiled guiltily, shrugging her shoulders.

"I'm sorry," she said, "it's just that it's Jamie Lynn Spears! Her sister's Britney!" I must admit, the bug eyed look was funny on Angela's face. "She's like, a star."

"Yes," I retorted, "but so am I. You don't act like a retarded person when you're around me."

"Face it, Yasmin," she grinned, "when the wig's off and you're just Bella again, I don't feel like staring at you. You're just a normal girl to me."

Grinning as well, I said, "You're lucky I'm not feeling offended by that comment of yours, now come on. I've got to say 'hi' to Leighton."

"Leighton?" Angela asked, "As in Gossip Girl's Leighton Meester?"

"No," I answered sarcastically, "I meant Leighton Puddleswax, the celebrity doggie singer/actress from Mars."

After going around the place saying 'hi' to people and catching up on the latest goings ons, I found myself seated by the bar, watching Angela dance with a Latino guy. I couldn't tell who he was from this far away, but Angela looked pretty into him. I wonder what Mr. and Mrs. Webber might think if they found out their daughter's been partying with Yasmin instead of going on an educational trip with Bella. I hope they won't mind much. Angela's a big girl, and she's got a good head on her shoulders.

"Hey pretty lady," I heard someone say as they slid into the empty seat beside me, "you're looking rather pale this evening."

I turned around to say something back, but stopped once I realized who that person was. "Lyle Kingston…" I said. And it's not just Lyle Kingston. It was Lyle Kingston dressed as a Prince Charming. Nice, (note the sarcasm). I adopted a wary expression. It's no rumor that this America's Most Charming Smile Award winner is a player.

"In the flesh," he said, sending me a grin. I clasped my hands together under the table. I am so feeling the wrong kind of vibes from that smile. "How've you been lately, Yasmin?" he asked, running a tanned hand over his mud brown locks. "I've heard you're lying quite low, just doing concerts and stuff."

"You've heard right. I needed a break from everything when the paparazzi invaded my bedroom," I answered shortly, smiling stiffly.

"Oh yes, I've seen the pictures." I can't help raising my eyebrows at this. He's been searching for pictures of my bedroom? How creepy is that? "I gotta say though, your collection of shoes are a wow factor. Ever heard of having too much shoes?"

"I'm a girl. Ever heard of girls not having enough shoes?"

"You have a point," he acquiesced. I wanted to reply, "I know I do," but refrained from doing so. I feel like I'm adding fuel to the fire by talking to this guy. I mean, Lyle's been a great friend to me before we started dating, but once we broke up, he's been acting differently. I guess he didn't respond well to rejection.

I signaled for the bartender and ordered a drink. He came back thirty seconds later with an orange and pink drink with an umbrella on top.

"Anything interesting happened to you lately, Yasmin?" Lyle asked, trying to engage me in some conversation. He ordered a drink, and when that drink came, his hand was considerably closer to me that they were before.

"Oh, nothing much," I answered nonchalantly. I thought back to the Halloween Dance last night. 'Well, Lyle, I've gotten myself a vampire boyfriend, who happens to be a mind reader as well. Oh, and did you know his family are vampires, too? I'm sure you'll love to hang out with Rosalie, though you have to watch out for her husband/boyfriend, Emmett. He's a strong one, I tell you; can battle a grizzly with is bare hands.'

I'm sure if I said that out loud, I would be convicted to a mental hospital.

"Yasmin…?" Lyle's voice sounded so far away. "Hey, Yasmin, are you there?"

"Sorry," I smiled my first real smile in this conversation so far. "I must've zoned out there. What were you saying?"

"I said: I was wondering if you're free on Saturday night. I've scored some basketball tickets –"

I cut him off, immediately erasing that arrogant smirk on his face. I don't know why he was voted America's Most Charming Smile. He doesn't hold a candle next to Edward, but of course, I'm a tad biased. Not to mention Edward was a vampire, meaning his features were enhanced, although vampire or not, I think Edward will be more handsome that Lyle ever will be.

"Look, Lyle, I'm not a sporty kind of girl and I don't think my boyfriend will like me going on a date. He's very protective over his property." Yes, I am Edward's property. I'm his, and he's mine. Nothing can ever change that – no vampire/human difference can get in the way of this relationship, and certainly no America's Most Charming Smile Award winner will either.

"You have a boyfriend?" Lyle asked, astonishment lining his voice. I raised my chin higher and looked at him, feeling offended.

"Don't act so surprised, Lyle." I said venomously, "I'm not the fifteen year old girl you used to know. I've changed, and clearly, someone else has noticed too."

"So who's this guy?" he asked angrily. "Do I know him?" His fingers were tight around his drink. His knuckles were white, and so were the tips of his fingers.

"You certainly don't," I muttered. I felt my phone buzz in its holster and I hurried to answer it. I bet it was Edward calling right now. I bet Alice saw this coming. "Hello?" I asked into the phone.

"Bella," a completely different Cullen than the one I was just thinking of, said. "What is your present location?" It was the voice of Jasper echoing from the speaker, not Edward.

"Jasper," I asked, "what is going on?" His voice was not like the normal, strained voice that I was accustomed with. It was still deep, but the concern was clear, clearer than I ever thought possible, coming from him.

"Jasper?" I heard Lyle say, "Is that your boyfriend? I don't know any Jaspers." I ignored him. I don't want to listen to his petty mumblings. More important matters were heavy in my mind. Something must've happened to the Cullens, otherwise why did Jasper call me instead of Edward? I'm not saying I don't want to talk to Jasper, but I want to talk to my boyfriend more than I want to talk to him.

"Nothing," Jasper answered swiftly, "it's nothing you have to worry about. Just answer my question, Bella. Where are you? Is Angela with you?"

"Yes, she's here with me." I searched the dance floor for a lilac head of hair and saw Angela talking to some people in a corner. She seemed engrossed by the conversation. "We're in the Jivva Klub in New York, why are you asking?"

I stood up, leaving Lyle by the bar (not that I care about him), and made my way to Angela.

"I was told to not inform you of the current situation," he said. I forced myself to not throw the phone across the room in annoyance. This lack of information is killing me. What if they're in danger? Edward said there are other vampires out there, and that most of them don't share their diet.

Oh no, what if my father's been hurt?

Now I fear for both my father and Edward.

"Dammit Jasper," I groaned, losing my patience, "what is going on? Is everyone alright? My father – is he – are you in any danger? Is Edward okay? I want to talk to him."

"I'm sorry, Bella, but you can't. Edward's occupied at the moment, and as far as the –"

"Please, I need to know that he's okay," I stressed my words, hoping that Jasper could somehow, I don't know how, feel my desperation over the line.

"I'm sorry, Bella –"

"Don't try me, Jasper," I said as I pushed by people, ignoring their indignant shouts and threats. "If I find out Edward's in danger and that you've neglected to tell me I swear I will do things to make you regret your existence."

"Don't listen to her, Jasper," I heard a high tinkling voice say. "She can't do anything to you."

"But Alice," Jasper said, his voice clear despite the fact that he's moved to cover the microphone of the phone with his hand. "She sounds like she's going to do something that will hurt." I thought a vampire of all people, should know that a simple hand over the microphone doesn't completely block the sound out?

"She's just a human, Jasper. What can she do?"

"I don't know," the confusion that Jasper was feeling was noticeable in the way he spoke, "she is Yasmin and all. Maybe she does know the Ghost Busters. And she's in New York, where the Ghost Busters are."

I finally reached Angela and motioned for her to follow me. She excused herself from her newfound friends and sent me a questioning look, in which I replied by a finger to my lips to tell her to be quiet.

"You don't honestly believe in that, do you?" I heard Alice sigh exaggeratedly, "Jasper, the Ghost Busters doesn't exist, and if by some chance that they do, I doubt they can harm us. We're vampires, not ghosts… You've been spending too much time with Emmett."

"Bella," Jasper returned to the phone. "I really am sorry, but –"

"Jasper Hale," I said warningly.

"I – fine," I heard him sigh in resignation. "Edward will personally murder me for this, but I feel like you deserve to know."

"Jasper…" Alice cautiously said.

"A vampire – a human drinker – stumbled across your scent in the Seattle airport." I felt the blood drain my face. My jaw hung open and I nearly dropped the phone in shock. A human drinker stumbled across my scent? Edward said my scent wasn't normal, it was more…tempting…than any human that he's ever encountered. What does this mean for me? What about my dad? Did the vampire follow my scent and lead him to the house?

"A-and? Go – go on…" I knew that hiding my fear was futile, but I tried nonetheless. I want to hear more of this vampire.

"His name is James, and his sense of smell is stronger than your average vampire's. He's a tracker. Edward – Edward chased after him when he recognized James, and when he read his mind he saw that he had smelled your scent. Fortunately, James didn't see Edward, which gave Edward an opportunity to follow him. We – the family and I – didn't know about this until Alice had a vision of you and James, with Edward in the background. It was in some sort of alleyway. We could tell that it was in New York."

Despite the seriousness of the discussion, I found myself snorting in disbelief. Me? Intentionally going into an alleyway with a human drinker of a vampire? I'm not stupid. Edward warned me about these vampires, and I plan to heed that warning. And besides, I value my life. I have something to live for.

"That won't come true," I said firmly, "Alice's – " I stopped short when I realized Angela was in front of me, a concerned look on her face. She was biting her upper lip awkwardly. I guess I was kind of ignoring her. I immediately felt bad.

"Bella," she asked lowly, "is something wrong? I saw you talking to that Lyle guy. You went out with him when you were younger, right? Did you fight?"

"It's nothing, Angela." I smiled as I told her the lie. It's so far from nothing. "I just feel like going back to the hotel room. You don't mind, right?" Angela shook her head no, "Thanks, Angie; you're the best. Can you call a cab or something? I'm kinda in the middle of a conversation."

"Okay," she said, and she disappeared through the double front doors.

"Alice's visions are subjective," I told Jasper over the phone, continuing our discussion, "and that particular one isn't going to happen."

"I don't know, Bella," I heard Alice say. It seems she had grabbed the phone from Jasper. "This one's pretty solid. Every time I look through a different path, I see this vision."

"Well, look through another one, because I'm not going to stroll into some alleyway." I jumped in to the yellow cab once I laid eyes on it. Angela was busy texting someone, probably Jessica or Lauren, so I decided to leave her be. I know she wouldn't tell them about the party so I don't have to think about that. I have more pressing matters to deal with.

"I know that, but just is case you think about doing so, think twice about it. It's not safe, especially with this James character around. He was the one who drained the previous Chief of Police."

My breath caught at this revelation. James killed my father's predecessor in his job?

"Sure Alice," I finally gathered my wits to say, "I'll think twice about my actions…"When she didn't answer for a full five seconds, I called her name again. "Alice?"

"I'm sorry, I just had another vision." I bit my lip in anticipation. Luckily for me, Alice answered my question before I had a chance to ask it out loud, "Edward battling James. It's not very pretty."

"I-is he going to be okay?" I asked, my voice shivering slightly. I can't think of Edward being in any danger. It's simply too frightening of a thought for me, because super powered vampire or not, I want him to be safe. Battling James sure isn't safe. "I mean, he won't be foolish enough to take on the guy alone, right? Where's Emmett? Carlisle? I –"

"They're on the plane to New York, right now. Rosalie's already there, trying to lead James away from your scent. She's stolen one of your used shirts, by the way."

"That's okay…" I mumbled faintly and disconnected the call; the hotel was in my line of sight. I struggled to unbuckle my seatbelt, but managed to do so, leaving the car and entering the hotel after paying the cab driver a hefty amount. I couldn't bother to receive the change. Taking the elevator up to mine and Angela's room, and then pressing the card key into the slot to open the door, I was relieved to be able to slump into the comforts of a couch. My thoughts were going around my head faster than a speedaholic vampire.

"Bella…" I jumped when I heard Angela's voice. I forgot she was here.

"Oh, Angela," I smiled at her to show her I was alright, but it fell after a second. "I'm fine," I told her, though I doubted she believed me.

"Bella," she knelt down in front of me. I briefly noted that she had taken her wig off. "What happened down at the club? It's not like you to run off like that." At my unresponsive look, she smiled and teased, "Jamie won't like that, you know. You should call her to tell her that you've left. For all you know, she might be searching for you right now. Bella?"

I snapped out of my trance.

"Bella, tell me what's bothering you. You're scaring me."

My heart melted at her words. Looking in to her eyes, I saw that she was scared.

"I'm sorry" was all I managed to say. I opened my mouth to say some more, but no words came out. I took a deep breath and tried again, but to no avail.

"Bella," Angela placed a comforting hand on my knee, "you can trust me. Maybe I can help." She scratched her head ponderingly with her free hand, "You're my closest friend – my best friend – and Bella, I don't like to see you troubled."

"I don't want to burden you with my troubles," I whispered, though I wanted to tell her everything, I just don't want her to be burdened, and I doubt she'll appreciate the sudden introduction to the world of vampires. Plus, I promised the Cullens I wouldn't tell anyone about them. As trustworthy a person Angela is, she doesn't deserve this knowledge. She deserves to have a life without the dangers of knowing about vampires.

"Hey," she pushed me gently, "you listened to my problems so I might as well listen to yours, even if it's just listening. What was it they said?" she asked herself, "'A problem shared is a problem halved', right?"

I can't help but smile at that. Angela really is too sweet.

"I'm just afraid…" I trailed off, not knowing what to say without revealing anything too questionable. I can't exactly say my boyfriend ran away to battle a human drinking vampire who, consequentially, was after my blood.

"Of…?"

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, taking my blonde wig off at the same time. I tugged on the cap that kept my natural hair in place to take it off. "I'm fear for the…safety of someone very close to my heart. He went of to fight an old," I laughed bitterly at the irony – James was sure to be old, "enemy of his."

"Edward?" Angela asked, "Or your father?"

"It's Edward." I looked beyond her. The large window framed the nighttime landscape of New York beautifully. It sent cold shivers up and down my body to think that maybe, maybe Edward was battling James right now.

I certainly hope not.

I'm just glad for the comfort Angela's providing. Even if she's completely clueless about the whole situation, at least I've eased some of my worries by talking to her.

A/N: Is it good or bad? I'm not so sure about it. I've decided to include James in this story, for the reason that only I, the author, knows. You guys can guess, but there's no knowing that they are possible or not.

Please review to tell me your thoughts. I want this story to be better than Two Worlds (previously known as Bella Montana), so constructive criticism is okay. Honestly, I won't be offended. Just review, either way. I want to see some feedback.

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PS. I just made up the Jivva Klub. If you really did think it was real, laugh along with me. When I read over this again, I thought it was real, and I was the one who made it up! LOL moment…