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I got a Beta reader for this story! Her pen name is sylamesio123, very good writer! :)

Summary
A future Edward? A future Bella? 75 years later, new gadgets, new style. After Edward left, Bella was changed without him, or any of the Cullen's knowing. What happens when they meet back up?

Because this is 75 years into the future, there will be some different types of gadgets and things going on… :)

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No one likes the thought of death; but living forever? How could someone journey through the long years of life, watching all the poverty pass by; all the evil and cruelty that humans provide…unless, unless they had someone to journey it with. There was one point in my life when the thought of living forever didn't sound so bad. That is, only because of a certain someone who would accompany me through the long years earth provided.

(BPOV)

"Frevel!" I cried, "Come back!" my arms slashed the air as I chased the big black fur ball who, at that moment, was attempting to escape the 'prison' it considered my apartment. My feet easily slid on the old wood floor, sliding me to the front of Frevel's escaping body, but unfortunately I slid too much and ended up crashing into the hallway wall, causing a loud crash. My body flinched as I prayed that I had not woken up any of the neighbors in the building. The dog barked with joy at my gracelessness thinking I was trying to entertain him. I rolled my eyes feebly then hurried to grab his collar before he could run off again. Gently, I guided him back into the confines of my poorly established room. The dog had so much energy; despite the fact he would be turning fourteen in a mere matter of weeks.

Once in, I let go of Frevel's collar and slipped the door shut behind me with a gentle push, causing the hinges to creak with much protest. It was annoying really. How long had it been since I actually had to use a door knob to open a door? Where were the fancy buttons? Bright lights? The building was ancient. The room was no beauty either; with its one bathroom, chipping pale blue painted walls and old scratched up dark wood furniture; but it wasn't completely hopeless. Some could've argued it gave more of an eerie feeling than anything—my dog Frevel most likely would have been one of them. And although it didn't exactly shout out home sweet home, it was the closest I could get in the small, depressant town of Forks.

I could've tried opening the blinds to allow the smiling sun access and let it illuminate everything in its path; unfortunately, it was night and even if it were day, there would be no sun, due to the heavy cloud coverage that seemed to loom constantly over the small town of Forks.

The weather in Forks just reminded me of him, so I tried not to think about it often. I really had no idea to why I'd gone back to the small ever raining town; except for that it seemed like a good place, at the time, to hide myself from the sun, depressingly enough. Of course I knew the town held many memories, some happy, some not so happy, and some I didn't even remember due to the fact that they were human, therefore very frail.

Frevel barked loudly demanding my attention; I was still at the door standing while staring dumbly at the floor. My feet shuffled across the uneven ground, kicking at the dust that had lain peacefully before my rude trample. With a dive sort of fall, I landed on an old moth eaten mattress, which very well could have been 50 years old. The people who owned the building were nice enough to provide me with it when I first moved in, which had been two days prior.

But it had taken 75 years for me to finally muster up the courage and move back to Forks. 75 years it had taken me to gather up the nerve to go back to high school; before that, life had been dedicated to travel. The first few years of being 'undead' were spent hiding away from civilization; resisting the temptation that human blood offered. I was shocked, scared, and unstable. I wanted to be with the Cullen's—if they still went by that name. I knew they could help me, despite the fact that I was not liked by a certain son of theirs. But I had no luck; they had disappeared completely.

I was damned to struggle my first few years of being a vampire alone. Mercifully, the pull towards human blood became easier and I was once again able to merge myself with people and their everyday activities, though I refrained from going back to high school again. It was strange, watching the times change and the technology become even more advanced.

But it was there, on the ancient moth eaten couch that I laid on, reminiscing my past, waiting the last few hours before I would go back to the place I dreaded the most: Forks High School.

A cluster of students were formed at the entrance of Forks high, talking amiably amongst themselves while others were in less condensed groups, around the parking lot. All students held mini shiny hand held devices called the 'meSung' that I had yet to completely understand. From what everyone had said and all the advertisements announced that it was "the necessity to life". Holding your music, the internet, entertainment, ways to communicate, car keys, camera, first aid kit, credit card and much more, it was the way of life. Anyone who didn't have one was considered insane. I didn't bother getting one, knowing that they would think I was insane either way.

I stepped onto the pavement of the parking lot. A vague memory came to mind and I smiled slightly. I remembered my other 'first day' of Forks High; but my smile was quickly diminished as I remembered the rest of the day and the 'strange' but, beautiful group…boy…

Edward.

His name still sent a pain to my scarred chest and yet at the same time admiration. But there would be no strange beautiful people that day.

"Hey watch it!" someone yelled as I airily walked into their car. My face bounced off metal and I dumbly stumbled back. The car swayed back and forth in mid air, another 'turn of the times' invention.

Fifty eight years ago Mr. Higgins—a billionaire—invented an alternative to fuel cars, which was carbon dioxide. I never understood how CO² could be used as fuel but he did and, in the process decided to make the cars hover, eliminating the need to pave the roads and waste money.

I mumbled a bleak apology to the person whose car I'd just run into then quickly sped away. Some people were beginning to turn away from the flow of conversation and stare. Some poked their neighbors slowly, getting whole groups to stare at the newcomer shamelessly. My eyes scurried to the scenery of the ground as I walked quickly in-between the groups and floating cars to get to the front office.

A wave of relief washed through me when I'd finally made it into the safety of the office; away from the unabashed stares. The room was exceptionally warmer to the outside temperature, which would no doubt be snowing if there was enough precipitation. Plants were scattered everywhere from the walls, aligning the desks and dangling from the ceiling; giving the place an over all affect of a miniature jungle; as if they didn't get enough plants outside. There was a large desk at the back of the room that supported three wide and tall flat screens.

I looked around expecting to see a sign of civilization, but no one was there. I gave a quiet cough, waiting a second then gave another louder cough. When no one came to my aid I gingerly took a step forward, then another, making my way to one of the blank screens. This was the front office right? When I got to the screen I looked for a way to turn it on but saw none. Slowly I put out a finger and tapped the screen, figuring it would respond to touch. Luckily it did; the screen lit up a brilliant shape of blue.

There were a number of different icons decorated around the screen with words typed below. Some had teacher's names and others had courses. I let out a loud huff of frustration. How was someone supposed to sign in and get help? Didn't anyone help the normal way anymore?

"Are you ok?" I jumped, twisting around at the unexpected voice. A small boy—probably a freshman—stood a few feet away with an amused expression on his face. But when he took a good look at me, it turned into a look of amazement as his eyes widened in shock.

"Um…yes, actually, how do I check in? See I'm new and…" I trailed off waiting for the boy to show some sign that he was listening. I was a little offended at how he was staring at me, but decided to ignore the fact.

It took a few second before he shook his head slightly and walked over to the screen I was standing at, avoiding my eyes. "U-um well, here." He began to tap at the desk making me look down in confusion. A paper thin keyboard rested beneath his fingers, which explained the desk tapping. No matter how much I tried I just couldn't keep up with technology. I sighed and turned my attention back to the boy.

"So you're your new, huh? What grade are you going into?" he asked, trying to sound casual, but it came out a little forced.

"Yeah, new," I wrinkled my nose at the word, "and I'm um…a…" It took me a minute to remember my cover, "sophomore," I then answered his other question. I was pushing my age, but as the Cullen's had taught me, the younger you went, the longer you could stay.

"Hey me too!" he said more easily, clearly excited by the fact we might have a class together. His fingers began switching from typing to tapping the screen expertly. I stood staring dumbfounded by the scene waiting for whatever he was doing to be done. "I don't know where Shebar25 went but—"

"I'm sorry?" I asked slowly, Shebar25? What kind of name was that?

"Shebar25," he looked over at me as if repeating the name would help me. When I said nothing he continued a bit frazzled, "the little robot? It's all the rage right now." That would probably explain it; I hadn't been in much civilization for the past five years. Up and off to different remote places.

"Oh." I said simply, not wanting to go deeper into the fact that I didn't know a lot of things.

The tapping stopped and the boy exclaimed excitedly, "There I'm done!"

"Thanks," but I really didn't know what I was thanking him for as I stared at the screen which now looked the same except for a black square placed in the middle of a sea of blue. The boy blushed slightly when I looked down at him in the eyes.

A friendly deep ladies voice echoed out of the screen making me jump again. "Welcome to Forks High School, year 2082, where we take education very seriously." A woman's head popped up onto the screen where the black box used to be. "Please place your 'meSung' in the slot provided at the bottom of the screen," the woman's voice was sickly sweet as if talking to a group of three year olds.

The boy stood next to me waiting for me to make my next move, which I didn't. When he noticed that I hadn't moved an inch he looked up. "You can just place it in there," he said a little slowly as he pointed into a little rectangular opening.

"I-I don't have a meSung," I said a little awkwardly while gripping the desk, willing the silence to go away.

"Um-oh… w-well, I guess you could just type in everything…" but his voice faded away and I could tell he wasn't sure of what to do at that point. Most people had 'meSung's by then—they'd been invented ten years prior—yet, once again, as the years drifted by I found it harder to stay in with the times.

"Hello? Are you still there?" the woman asked patiently.

"Um yeah," I replied uncomfortably even though she probably couldn't hear me.

The voice continued her candy sweet voice, "Have you forgotten your meSung?" The lady asked in a fake bewildered voice. The kid typed something into the keyboard that was most likely a 'yes'.

"Then will you give the following information using the keyboard provided." I heard the bell ring somewhere off in the distance as I began typing in the information the lady asked. I gave an embarrassed 'goodbye' and 'thank you' to the boy as he said is own departing words.

"Thanks again for the help…uh"

"—Brian, and it's gel" (A/N: slang words change through the years so… eh its all I could think of, it means cool—chill)

The mechanical lady droned, "Please type in your whole name…"

I pressed down the keys for 'Isabella Marie Mason'. I knew it was foolish of me to choose that name, as if I needed more to remind me of what could have been, but what was not because I wasn't good enough; but I couldn't help it; it made me feel like there was still hope…

When she was done with the interrogation a blue and green sheet slipped out of the base of the screen. The blue was a list of my classes while the green was a map of the campus. I gave an inaudible sigh, seeing as I'd be late to class and have to bear even more eyes when I walked into the classroom.

There was no one was outside, seeing as though the bell had ringed. I was slightly thankful for that since it meant I could easily walk around with the map plastered to my face and not look so new and foreign. I didn't need more stares from the people here. You would think they wouldn't be so obsessed with a new student. Things hadn't changed much—except for all the floating cars and stuff—since I had come to high school the last time.

I began my search for English class. I had a very vague memory of the school grounds, making me look at the map only a couple more times. In a matter of a few short minutes I'd made it to the door and was taking in deep breath of pointless air, preparing myself for entrance. I pushed the straps up of my 'classic' backpack up over my shoulder, readying my entrance.

Inside I heard a deep man's voice lecturing loudly to the class. "—I expected you to—" the voice cut off as I pressed the button and the doors slid open allowing me to enter the room. At the head of the classroom stood the teacher who had a stern look about him and was apparently not happy with the class. There was a great rustling of clothing and jackets as all heads turned to me. "Oh well hello—"

"—BELLA!!" cried a high pitched scream at the exact moment I dropped my pack off my shoulders. My head had turned toward the back of the classroom like lightening at the sound of the familiar voice. A pale girl with short cropped black hair stood up, not making much a difference with her short height.

My mouth dropped open and for a second I didn't know what to do as the girl I'd missed so much, yet had given up hope on finding, scurried out of her compartment towards me. Without further thought I stepped quickly out of the classroom and let the door close in front of me before sprinting away from the school, not caring if anyone saw me.

(APOV)

"New girl—did you hear about the new girl?—Yeah there's a new girl," the word was contaminated; if I had to hear one more mention of the 'new girl' I thought I might puke. It reminded me so much of Bella and her first day. I'd been thinking a lot about her lately.

My visions kept going to a blurry figure and if it weren't for the extreme paleness and the fact that the figure looked so young, I would have thought it was Bella. It was extremely frustrating not getting the details to a vision, a pointless vision really, but it still irked me.

Jasper walked next to me, hand in hand as we entered into the school premises with Rosalie and Emmett behind us.

The bell rang and the kids began to scatter, rather reluctantly, in the direction of their classrooms. Rose and Emmett waved solemnly to us as they went in the direction of their own classrooms to begin another year of high school. I gave them a cheery smile, hoping to put some life in their eyes. They'd tried very hard to get Carlisle and Esme to cave into letting them stay another year away—they'd been pushing five—from high school.

Jasper swooped down and gave me a gentle loving kiss on the cheek and then let me skip off to my first period class, English. It was difficult to walk down the hallways of Forks high school, having to remember everything, all the history we had here. I missed Bella more than anyone could comprehend—well maybe my brother could, though wherever he was, I did not know.

I walked into the classroom and looked around for a seat and finding one in the back. A month I had been the 'new girl' and now, finally someone was there to take my family and my place, for which I was perpetually grateful. I still got a few wandering eyes, but most were turned to their neighbors and whispering of the 'new girl'.

The teacher began to ask for homework as kids got out their meSung's and started sending their homework while the teacher stood at the front, with his silver handheld in his hand, checking the number of students who actually did it.

A minute went by and the teacher became red in the face, clearly disappointed with the number he'd gotten. Quickly I slipped my meSung into my pocket, not wanting it to be taken away, a measure he often resorted to.

"That's it! That's all! I expected you to—" but his voice was cut off as the door glided open. Everyone's head turned toward the incoming person and I shifted around in my compartment for a better view. "Oh well hello—"

"—BELLA!!" I cried out, not believing my eyes. It was her! It had to be her! Bella's head whipped toward mine but she did not smile, she did not run my way as I was hurrying to do for her. Instead, her hideous backpack dropped off her shoulder, seeming to fall with her jaw.

I was hurt when I looked into her now golden eyes. They were filled with pure shock and pain and…hatred? All of a sudden I felt even guiltier about what my family had done to her. She was a vampire now. We had caused even more damage than I thought we had. But could it really be her?

What was most unexpected was when she stepped out of the doorway, allowing the door to slide shut and block her from view. "BELLA!" I cried again, desperately trying to get her to answer, or for her to at least smile.

"What's going on?!" the teacher questioned rather loudly, but I ignored him and pounded on the door button for it to open. When it finally did I was only able to catch a glimpse of Bella's figure disappearing into the trees.

"Bella please wait!" I screamed and ran after her, "Its me, ALICE!" her head whipped back a second, but it quickly went back to the trees in front of her and her pace sped up. What was she doing? Did she not want to see me? And how had she been turned into a vampire? She looked exactly the same as she had when we last saw her, it couldn't have been long after. "BELLA!" I tried again, but she had already disappeared into the woods.

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