Bada bing

Well its no longer my first so I have no idea what goes here...

Warnings- None yet, some coming

Disclaimer-I do not own content used of referred to in this fan fic.

Notes- I have no Beta currently and am in the market for a new one, if anyone's interested please tell me. Also this is a rewrite of Breaking Dawn from Book 3 so very AU its not funny.

Okay, Rewrite Fixing Powers GO!

Fighting solstice

By ~shoes~

Betaed by

Chapter one- Honesty

God knows I've never been honest.

Not to Charlie

Not to Alice

Certainly not to Edward

If I had told them what it really felt like, being the only one to know such a large secret would they have let me carry on here, in Forks being little old me? Or would they whisk me away without a second thought –though with Edwards's ability to read minds that would've been impossible- for Charlie or Renée?

God, what a stupid question

Of course they would think of Charlie and Renée. They always thought of everything, planned for everything. They had the time –and means- to do so. That's the problem with immortality, when you can't die you can't live. How can you taste when you can't eat, breathe when your lungs are so indifferent to the air. While gaining immortality you lost so much it almost wasn't worth it. If there wasn't anything on the other side what was to stop my heart from beating? If Renesmee hadn't been born would I've given up by now?

If I had been changed without Edward what would've happened?

They are all questions I can't answer, because I've never been honest with myself.

And I never will be

And funnily, it only took me 18 years, marriage, a child, death and being burnt alive by vampire venom to realize that.

I was awake and alert within less than half a second.

In the next half second I'd uncurled my fingers and heard the sound they'd made as hit the metal. I blinked, once, twice and my eyes immediately adjusted to the light in the room. As far as I could tell this room was some sort of study –what's that?- for a doctor –oh I remember them- or someone like that. At least now I had at least some idea of where I was even if where I was happened to be a room devoid of anything but bookcases. I could see Latin titles across the bookshelves that were stretched from corner to corner of the room. Archaic writing decorated the spines of the book and I could feel the age and importance of them. I am old and important it said, I am important and you must understand that.

Though I could have sworn that was in my head.

Hair flickered down across my face and with one careless swing of my head it went flying over in an arc and as my eyes followed it I saw the light. It was breathtaking full of rainbows and beauty with colours I hadn't know existed before that point-or if they had we had long before forgotten.

It seemed that the longer I kept my eyes at one point the more the beauty came to be in the details. I noticed the way the light caught on the silver top, the way the dust span in the air. And, the longer I stared the more insignificant I seemed to be. The light would always fall on something; the dust would never stop moving. What the hell did it need me for?

Quicker and quicker I thought of things and I just never seemed to run out of room for them. As soon as something new popped up whatever came before was simply moved back in the queue, like one huge filing cabinet. Actually it was fairly disconcerting to think of your head as one huge filing cabinet. What does that make you?

Something was flicking my face and in a move I probably should have thought about more, I ripped my arm –and a large chunk of the metal surrounding it- from the table.

Since I was already half unrestrained and I didn't really think I was the type to leave things half done –Am I?- I ripped off the other one and sat up on the edge of the metal table.

I walked to the shelves and removed a book from it; I opened it to a diagram of something called a human being. Looking at the diagram and comparing it to the distorted image in the metal table I decided I looked vaguely human shaped. Then I looked at the structure more and noticed differences, and there was no way something with 'muscles' made from 'proteins' could rip 'metal' made from 'stuff I can't remember' from a table without thinking about it at least.

'What the hell am I?'

It was quite disturbing that I couldn't even name what species I was.

'What the hell am I?'

I couldn't remember a thing

Not my name

Where I lived

If I had a family –I don't even know what that is!-

And it was terrifying.

In the next second something horrible ripped through me and something, somewhere identified it as pain, anguish and something so gut twistingly horrible that I wanted to throw up –but I can't and I don't know how!- and I was through the door before I calmed down long enough to think it.

'Who am I?'

I pessimistically looked around for something I wasn't even sure was there. Something, anything that told me who and what I was. I noticed the raised platform and the mahogany stairs winding there way upwards and in the next 57th of a second I was up there and peeking into a warm sunlit room. The room smelled like rosewater and cut grass. Then I was in the room staring out the window.

The mountains painted the background in enigmatic blues and greens with the encroaching forest spiraling out and almost touching the house, 'The Olympic ranges' a small voice in the back of mind said.

I sighed and looked around the room carefully, a chocolate brown sofa, a vanity, books, pillows, nothing that would be remotely helpful. I noticed a stack of papers on the vanity and a half drunk cup of warm black coffee. The coffee was still hot and at just about 87 degrees –how could I possibly know that?- the drinker had been gone at most 6 minutes since the coffee was made. Judging from the distance of the mountains and the little about the world I could remember, I had about another 20 before they got back. Without a second thought I lunged for the discarded papers on the vanity.

Isabella (Bella) Marie Swann

D.O.B: Sept 19th 1990

D.O.D: -To be disclosed-

At that point in time I came to the conclusion that I hated doctors writing.

This persons writing was screwing with my brain, it was telling me things that couldn't possibly be true and no matter how hard I stared at the paper the writing wasn't changing. The little voice from before did its best to distract me sending pictures of the light, the room, mountains and finally blood.

My throat burned and I barely kept myself from falling over. The Voice was relieved at the reaction and immediately sent me more pictures, smells. Mountain air, eggs, a sandy beach and sunlight.

Pure, unadulterated sunlight

That one came close to blacking me out, it mixed with the scent of blood –human, dear bloody god, human- and a feeling of dread and incomprehensible pain washed over me. The Voice was terrified and retreated safely into the dredges of my/our mind.

And suddenly it hit me

I was Bella Swann

Was being the operative word

Bella Swann didn't exist anymore. I mean come on people I can't remember what I ate last, let alone what someone got me for my fifth birthday – hell, I don't know what they are. It's not possible to be someone without their experiences. At best you're a shell of someone you're pretending to be. Bella Swann was an 18 year old girl with a life ahead of her, I don't even know what species I am let alone how I was born or-or-

Created

I leaned heavy on the vanity, now comes the hard part.

Had I killed Bella Swann?

Now that I thought was unlikely, if I had where was the evidence? Though technically speaking I was the evidence.

I rolled up the papers and placed them inside the draw, no one else need ever come to any conclusions about them. Further back in my head something chimed and a whisper of a voice charged through my thoughts, I'm still here.

It's kind of sad that the most comforting thing I'm going to hear today is a dead person in my head.

I sighed and smiled lightly, well first things first make myself un-Bella like. I casually stepped into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

Holy mother of-

Who the hell is the lady in the mirror?

Bella doesn't have bright red eyes.

Well one would hope

I found scissors and cut my hair, at that point in time neither me nor Bella cared what the end result was we just wanted it gone. In the end it ended up wavy and kinda too short. Which I was perfectly fine with, it made me seem less…perfect. There was something on the other side of the hallway I could identify as a closet –which it was and I'd grabbed a bag from somewhere on the way in. I walked up and down the racks plucking off whatever I liked and stuffing it in the bag. Then I changed out of the clothes I was wearing into this green wrap around dress thing and a pair of flat red shoes with the word 'converse' on the side.

Huh, they're comfortable.

There was a small flat bag in the corner and when I opened it there was a wad of cash. I debated for about 3 seconds before taking it and jogging back to where the bags were.

The garage was filled with every kind of car imaginable. Whoever lived here must be loaded. It made me feel better about stealing from them. I had found a set of keys with a ribbon and To Bella written on them, I clicked around and found the responsive car under a sheet in the back. Well I kinda sorta was Bella. You know, 'cept not.

When I got in the car there was a bag under the seat with 'To Charity' on it, inside were books on a range of different subjects. The first one I picked up had a picture of a woman's naked back and the title 'Belle la Vie' on it. I opened the book to a random page and read a bit, the second my mind made the connections Bella forced the book from my hand which went flying and hit the car horn. I swore seven ways from Sunday and decided right then and there that I was going to be called Belle just to irk her.

I opened the glove compartment, inside a pair of sunnies and a heart shaped necklace engraved with some words I couldn't understand sat and for a second I just looked at them. There was also a sharpie and a piece of paper. On the paper I wrote Bella and on the other I wrote Belle, then I folded it in the locket.

And just for the hell of it, put the sunnies on.

Awesome

A/N- Hi, my name is Re-write and I've just attacked this Fic, thank you for your time.

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