Well, guys, I'm working on TWO Twilight stories now, it would seem. I had too many ideas for one story. So here we are.

She stepped out of the woods for the first time. If someone had been watching, they would have wondered where the woman had come from. At five foot ten, she towered over most women. She wore a tank top, an unusual choice for the cool Olympic Peninsula. Her arm and shoulder muscles rippled as she pushed branches gently out of her way. On her back was a large hiking pack. An unstrung recurve bow almost as long as the woman was tall was strapped to the side of the pack in a way that kept it from touching the ground. Arrows were tucked into a quiver on the opposite side of the pack. She looked out over the river on the edge of her new property. She had bought three acres of some of the most remote land she could find. Her land pushed right up against this river, the Calawah. She looked at the water. It was teeming with life. There were only a few inches of water in it, but she could sense the little critters and the minnows living in it. She looked through the trees, knowing her cabin was on the opposite side of the river.

The woman carried herself with a pride that didn't seem to belong to a young woman of seventeen. Her posture would have belonged better in the presentation of a queen. The woman's long brown hair was pulled back in a side ponytail. The ponytail was braided down and over her left shoulder. She preferred to have it over her right shoulder, but too often it got in the way of her draw arm when she was hunting. As the sun occasionally broke through the canopy of the lively forest, red notes could be glimpsed in her hair. Her green eyes flashed as a stag leaped from the woods to her right. A huge dog bounded from behind the woman and across the river, hoping to bring the stag down. The bluetick Labrador mix was stocky like the strong water inclined Labrador but colored in the mottled black, white and brown of the bluetick.

"Karolos!" The woman shouted. The dog froze and came back to his master. He stood at her side. The dog was improbably large. His head came up to her shoulder. The woman stepped forward, muttering a quiet, "Éla," at the dog. He fell in line with her, remaining at her heel as she trudged through the woods. The stag had paused a hundred yards ahead, watching her with curiosity. "Eiríni." The stag acknowledged her call of peace. He bowed his head before continuing slowly into the woods. The woman smiled to herself and pet Karolos' head. He let his mouth hang open, panting as he followed his mistress. They came upon their new home.

The modest cabin was tucked back into the woods. The front yard was a half-acre clearing, but the rest of her three acres was mostly shrouded forest. The house had its own lane that led to the La Push road. The turnoff was well hidden, so the woman would have the privacy she wanted. The cabin was at the back of the clearing. "Pigaíno," she said to the dog, allowing him to walk off and explore his new yard. She didn't worry about him getting lost; he never did. The dog had an innate sense of the earth, and of direction. In this, he took after his mistress. He could hunt as she did. He could navigate as she did. He could explode into a violent rage as she did. The bulky hound wandered. The woman stepped onto the front porch of the new cabin. She reached above the door frame, where she had been sure the key would be. The door unlocked easily. There was no dust inside; the realtor must have sent a cleaning crew through before she arrived.

The front door opened into a decently sized living room. The walls were plain wood paneling. The woman continued through to the kitchen. The kitchen was slightly smaller than the living room. It had a microwave, a range over, a double sink and a dishwasher. She was glad she had paid extra for the fridge because she had never been too happy to go appliance shopping. The bathroom off the kitchen was modest. It had a shower stall, a toilet, and a sink. She pushed on the mirror and was pleased to find it was also a medicine cabinet. She didn't require much, so this was perfect.

A small door led off the kitchen to the outdoors. She opened it and found it led to the side of the house. There was no garage. Instead, the house had a metal awning that extended out and over a large enough space that a vehicle could be parked under it and be shielded from the weather. She closed the door and took the thin staircase up to the second floor. The staircase opened up to a hallway that ran the length of the second floor. There were two doorways off it, each leading to a bedroom. There was no master; they were equal in every way. The only discernible difference in size or design was in the carpets. The room closest to the stairs had a light blue carpet. The bedroom furthest from the stairs had a light tan carpet. The paneling on the walls was the same as the living room and kitchen. The second bedroom, as she had requested, had a queen-sized bed, a desk, and a chair. She was pleased with her purchase.

She pulled off her pack and dropped it on the tan carpet. It landed with a solid thud. She bent over and removed the bow. Once it was safely leaning against a wall she searched for her documentation. Everything she needed to build her life here had been delivered to her a few days before. She checked them again. Isabella Marie Swan. Date of birth September 13, 1987. She checked her birth certificate. It said she was born in Phoenix Arizona. Simple enough. She checked herself. English was the language people would expect from her. She should drop the Greek to fit in. "Charlie," she called the dog, checking his remembrance of English. The dog answered her by came barreling up the stairs. He jumped into her arms.

"We're home, boy. We're home."

The next morning, Isabella began the four-mile walk to Forks High. She had called ahead, so they expected her and were ready for her to begin school, as long as she had her documentation. Charlie slept on the front porch of the house, preferring the cool air outdoors to being trapped indoors all day. She reminded herself she needed to install a doggy door for her constant companion. About two miles into her four-mile journey a black Suburban pulled up next to her. A young man with blonde hair and blue eyes rolled down the window. He called to her.

"Hello, do you need a ride?"

She leaned against the window. "Depends, are you going anywhere near Forks high?"

He laughed. "Near it? I'm going to it! Hop in!"

Isabella opened the car and hopped up. "Thanks a lot. I'm new here and I haven't gotten a car yet."

"Of course! You know, there are a few old cars for sale off the main drag in town. They're nothing great, but they move, I think." The boy offered her a smile that probably made girls his age swoon.

"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind."

"What's your name? How did you end up here?"

"My name is-Bella," she stuttered, deciding Bella fit her better than Isabella. "My parents passed away a while back, and I decided to move here. I wanted to start somewhere new. A quiet place that didn't have a bunch of memories."

"I'm sorry to hear that." He kept his eyes on the road, the corners of his mouth turned down. He seemed to search for the right words. "Forks is definitely a quiet place. You'll like it here. So, do you live alone?"

Bella eyed the boy. His intentions were pure. He was simply curious. "Yeah. I'm emancipated, so…" Bella shrugged.

"That's cool." He paused. "I mean, it's not cool because of, you know," he stared ahead. They pulled into the school parking lot and he seemed relieved. "Here we go. Grand ol' Forks High!"

Bella got out of the Suburban. She looked around and decided that Newton's description of "grand" had to be satiric. The school was a small, underwhelming collection of dreary grey brick buildings. Some were bigger than others. "It's nice," Bella said with a small smile. "Where's the office? I have to get my paperwork and my schedule."

"Oh yeah! It's over there! The administration building." Bella started heading towards that building. "Maybe I'll see you in class!" Bella waved over her shoulder and opened the door to the administration building.

"Hello! Are you Isabella Swan?" A grandmotherly looking woman seated behind a large wooden desk asked.

"Yes, how did you know?"

"We don't get too many new students around here. If I don't recognize you, it's because you're new." She smiled again. "I see here that we need to see copies of your paperwork. Do you have your social security card and birth certificate?"

"Yes, ma'am." Bella handed them over to the woman. She copied them one at a time before putting the copies into a paper folder marked Swan, I. The school was apparently still working on a paper system. Cool. The woman handed back Bella's papers.

"This," she pointed to a piece of paper, "is your schedule. And this," she slid a large, labeled paper to Bella, "is your map. It's a pretty small school, so I expect you'll find everything alright. Do you have any questions?" Bella shook her head. "Okay, good!" She handed Bella one last paper. "Get each of your teachers to sign this and bring it back to me at the end of the day. Have a great first day, Isabella!"

"Please, call me Bella."

"Bella then. Hurry, you don't want to be late!"

Bella hitched the old Jansport bag higher on her back and left the office. The cool air hit her as she stepped back out into the misty morning. The parking lot of the school was mostly filled. Her first class was in building three, so she quickly checked her map and headed in that direction. Every class was the same. They were all teaching subjects she already knew. Every teacher asked her to introduce herself and then sent her to an empty seat.

The students at Forks were uncharacteristically friendly. Bella very quickly realized that she was the most exciting addition to Forks in years. Everyone wanted to be her friend. Every student wanted to talk to her. The boys were too interested in her. She could sense their arousal as they spoke to her. Teenage boys never change. Bella spent her classes drawing in her notebook. There was no point in paying attention. She only attended school to socialize. She had spent so long studying subjects in the past that she could likely teach them better than the teachers could. In fact, she could teach college-level courses of every class she had.

By lunchtime, a clique had claimed Bella. The popular juniors seemed delighted to have her sit with them. The boys wanted her, and the girls wanted to be her. In fact, out of all of them, there was only one genuinely kind person. Mike introduced Bella to the people she hadn't yet met. "Bella, you met Jess Stanley and Eric Yorkie. This is Lauren Mallory, Tyler Crowley, and Angela Weber." Bella took special note of Angela Weber. She was the genuine girl who honestly just wanted to befriend Bella.

Bella sat down next to Angela, happy to bask in the kindness of the girl. The table flooded her with questions. She calmly ate her subpar high school burger and fries. She made a note to pack her lunch. Bella did her best to answer all the children's questions. They had very many.

The cafeteria door opened, and a cool wind blew into the room. Five people wandered into the cafeteria. Each of them looked like they had walked off the pages of an international fashion magazine. They were all astoundingly beautiful, and Bella immediately knew they were something else. All the people Bella had met so far were human. These five though? No way. Bella looked at the girl she thought most likely to be willing to gossip. "Hey, Stanley, who are they?"

Jess looked over to where Bella was looking. "Ah, you've spotted the Cullen's! Those two," she pointed at a beautiful blonde holding hands with a tall bulky boy, "are Rosalie Hale and Emmett Cullen. They're adopted siblings, but they're together." Her tone indicated that this was a scandal of some sort. "Those two," she pointed at a tall boy with equally as tall bronze hair, and a thin blonde boy with a pained look on his face, "are Edward Cullen and Jasper Hale. Again, adopted siblings, but together. Super weird." Bella wondered if she was bothered by the sibling part or the gay part of their relationship more. "The last one? That's Alice Cullen. She's the only single one. I guess the Cullen's ran out of adopted children." Bella's breath was taken away. Alice Cullen was the most beautiful woman she had seen since she met 18-year-old Grace Kelly in Philadelphia a century ago. "She's really weird. She sometimes stares into space. It makes me uncomfortable."

"Jess, quit it," Angela said under her breath. "I think they're nice. Personally, I'm not bothered by their relationships. They're all adopted! Mrs. And Dr. Cullen are very nice for taking in older kids. Good for them." The blonde boy, Jasper, looked over at their table as the group of kids took their seat. Jasper whispered something to the bronze-haired boy, Edward. Edward turned and locked eyes with Bella. She didn't look away, and he stared at her. His brow furrowed like she was getting on his last nerve. Bella raised her eyebrows at the boy. She didn't know what was wrong with him, but she recognized him from somewhere.

"What the hell?" Stanley murmured. "Bella, why is Edward staring at you?"

"Not sure. I think I know him though."

"From where?" Angela asked.

"I have no idea. Just a feeling." Edward was still looking at Bella. Alice, who had her back to Bella, turned to see what Edward was staring at. Alice locked eyes with Bella. Bella felt warmth fill her body. Her cheeks turned red. Alice smiled at her. Brigitte Bardot could eat her heart out. Bella felt drawn to this girl. She needed to know her. Alice's golden eyes felt like they were burning through Bella's green ones. Bella finally looked away when she heard, "Earth to Bella," coming from someone at her table.

"Sorry, what are we talking about?"

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" Angela asked quietly.

"They really are," Bella agreed. The conversation moved on around her, but she kept looking back at Edward. She truly couldn't place him.

After lunch Bella had Biology. Another year of listening to a teacher explain to her how the body worked. She could remember when this science didn't even exist. The teacher made Bella introduce herself and tell them one interesting fact about herself. She settled on telling them about her dog. The teacher told her to take the only empty seat in the classroom, which just happened to be next to Edward Cullen.

Bella sat down and he introduced himself. "Hello, I'm Edward Cullen." He reached out to shake her hand. She took it. His hand was cooler than any human's hand would be. She looked at him, wondering what he could be.

"Bella Swan. Have we met?"

"No, I doubt it."

"Weird, I feel like I know you."

"I could not imagine why." He looked at her. No, he stared at her. Something about her was making him angry. She couldn't imagine what she had done wrong. The teacher began the lecture when it hit her.

Bella leaned over. "Masen, right?" Edward flinched like she had hit him. "Last time I saw you, you were Edward Masen." He froze. He didn't answer her. Bella was pretty sure he wasn't breathing. As soon as the class ended he sprinted from the room.

"What did you do to Cullen?" Mike asked.

"No idea, Newton. No idea."

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