Title: Fighting Destiny

Author: Lovenyx125 (Moi)

Fandom: Twilight

Rating: M

Pairing: Edward Cullen/Bella Swan

Disclaimer: I don't know Edward. I don't know Bella. I don't own either one of them or the other characters in this story. I don't mean to cause harm, confusion, or headaches. I am merely writing this for the pleasure of my readers and myself. Also, please don't sue me…I don't do well in jail and I have no money. Void where prohibited.

Summary: "I'll mate with you when hell freezes over, Edward Cullen!" Murder drove Bella from Phoenix; she never expected death to be waiting for her in Forks. Family secrets are revealed, and Bella has to face everything Renée wanted to protect her from. Fighting for justice and her own freedom, she quickly runs out of choices as she discovers what is lurking in the forests of Washington.

Fighting Destiny

Chapter 1: Cathartic

[Bella's POV]

"Well that was a good waste of three hours."

"Was not." I giggled. "I think it was funny."

"Bella, the girl was trying to give him head and he threw her out of the limo," Rosalie explained with her bitch-brow up.

"Exactly. It was hilarious," I said defensively.

"You're hopeless," she declared.

"Nope. You're just picky."

"Actually you just have terrible taste when it comes to movies," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Rose, you are delirious," I told her with a shake of my head. I got off the couch and headed towards the kitchen.

"Where are you going? Don't tell me you're crying all because I dissed your favourite movie," she called after me.

I threw a pillow at her.

"I'm getting more pop and just so you know, She's the Man is way better. It's one of Channing Tatum's finer moments."

"Get the popcorn out of the microwave, will you?"

"What's the magic word?" I taunted over my shoulder as I peered into the refrigerator.

"My ass!" she retorted.

Rosalie Hale. Best friend extraordinaire and kick-ass bitch. Her tall, busty, blonde image gave everyone the impression that shoes were her best friends. Well they were, but they were second to cars. Yeah, the model-like girl in my living room loved tinkering with cars and damn was she good at it. She was a class-A bitch that everyone knew better than to mess with. Oh and she was my best friend since I moved to Jacksonville, Phoenix. We first met when she found out that I married her brother in grade three at recess and punched me. What a honeymoon it was, ladies and gentlemen. She even took the ring pop he gave me and stepped on it. To this day, she still owes me a ring pop. That bitch.

Today was a Friday and that meant we were doing our weekly slumber party. Snacks, fuzzy socks, and movies starring Channing Tatum…yeah it doesn't get any better than that.

"Ladies, I'm home!"

I rolled my eyes as Jasper stomped his way over to the kitchen with a big blue eyes. Though, he was a bit on the leaner side.

"Somebody looks like their cat got hit over by a truck," Rosalie commented as she came into the kitchen.

"Another no-no?" I asked sympathetically.

He nodded and let out a deep sigh.

"All she talked about for the past two hours is herself. I swear the only time she stopped talking was when she stopped to breathe. Definitely not my type."

"Well that's what you get when you go out with bimbos," Rosalie snapped.

Jasper was the ever charming, hopeless romantic. He was in search for 'the one'. He really believed his soul mate was out there and he was hell-bent on finding her. Every week or so he would go on a date with a girl that he hoped, earnestly, was the one. However, every time he would come home dejected and exhausted. But then when he saw the next girl he thought was it, he'd be over the moon again. He was gorgeous and girls were dying to go out with him but…he was Jasper and Jasper just wanted his soul mate.

"What is your type?" I asked as we settled on the couch again, this time with buckets of Ben and Jerry's.

Jasper furrowed his brow and said, "I don't know. I haven't met her yet."

Well that was Jasper in a nutshell.

Me?

I was more of the quiet girl in the corner with a head in a book. I'm a good girl who had been raised with good morals. Sure my parents are divorced and I live with my mother and he new husband, Phil. I may not have met my dad and brother in years but that didn't mean I was a rebel or broken. Nope. I was a happy girl, content with her life. Maybe I was a little bit of an introvert, if we're being honest here. Though I see nothing wrong with it. Actually, that was me when I was alone. Though when you add Rosalie and Jasper into the equation…not so quiet anymore.

Together we're a riot.

"Hey Bells?"

"Hmm?"

"What if…what if she doesn't like me?" Jasper whispered.

I looked over to see that he had stopped piling himself with creamy goodness and was overthinking matters again.

Rosalie snorted and I shot her a look.

"Why wouldn't she like you Jasper? You're the complete package. You're smart, hot, funny, and you play guitar. What girl wouldn't want you?" When he didn't look convinced, I added, "Besides, she's your soul mate. You're made for each other. You're made to love each other. Remember?"

He didn't buy it. In fact, if it were possible, he looked even more put out.

"When she finds out about…um," he whispered and swallowed hard. "She won't want anything to do with me. I'm a freak Bells."

"We all are Jasper," Rosalie said exasperatedly. "You're not the only one. Though with your luck, she might be one too."

He cracked the smallest of smiles but it didn't last long. Rosalie shot me a look to say something reassuring but I was too busy overthinking, myself. What if Jasper was right? What if no one wanted us because of who we were? What if they thought we were freaks when they found out what we could do? I mean, after all, we are just teenagers with freaky supernatural abilities. It isn't normal for two teenagers to be able to play around with air, control it and change it's temperature, by will. Jasper and Rosalie aren't normal. I'm not normal either, though. I can light fire without a source. We're freaks. The Hale twins and I are abnormalities. Unnatural. Mutations are what we call ourselves when we're feeling extra piteous on ourselves. What person would love a mutation? A freak?

"Not you too Bella!" Rosalie groaned. Out of all of us, she was the most accepting of our nature. Okay, maybe I was more accepting of it than her but at least she didn't wallow over it. Rosalie was the kind of girl who wallowed. Instead, she left a trail of broken hearts behind her to wallow for her. She hated that the opposite sex only liked her for her beauty but the attention was something she got off of. Secretly she loved it even though she complained about it out loud. "Come on guys! It's Friday! Enjoy!"

"Your right Rose. I'm sorry Bella for pulling you into this mood too," Jasper announced and patted my head fondly. "I'm going to go change. I think I have a couple spare shirts lying around in your laundry."

"Borrow something of Phil's if you can't find any," I called after his retreating figure.

"Hey Bells? What time are our moms getting home?" Rosalie asked offhandedly as she flipped through channels on TV, looking for something good to watch.

I shrugged. "Who knows when the rally will end?"

My mom, Renée, and Rosalie and Jasper's mom, Lucy, are rally buddies. They're activists of the feminine movement and can usually be found at anything supporting feminism. Whether it's a rally or a seminar, they're there. When Lucy came to take Rosalie home from our first play date at my house, she met my mom and BANG! Turns out they were best friends in Forks, where we used to live, and the Hales left just a year or two after we did. They've been inseparable ever since. I guess I was a little hurt when Renée chose Lucy to be her maid of honor, again, when she got married to Phil, but the look of happiness on Renée's face on her wedding day was worth it.

"Hey guys! Suits is on right now!" Jasper yelled as he trudged down the stairs loudly. "Rose, I know you have the remote!"

Rosalie and I exchanged looks and tried to stifle our giggles. She rolled her eyes when Jasper plumped down on the center of the sofa with his eyes glued to the screen.

It was just another typical Friday night in my life. My very happy and peaceful life.

Two weeks later…

"Isabella? Isabella, can you hear me?

Fuzzy. White. Blurry.

Everything felt faded.

Tried to open my eyes. Heavy. Thick.

Tried to speak. Parched. Mouth wouldn't open.

Fuzzy. Everything was fuzzy.

Where was I?

"Isabella? Can you give any indication that you can hear me?"

Unfamiliar. Far away.

Who was that?

Why wouldn't the roar in my ears go away?

"Isabella? Miss Swan?"

Darkness was closing in.

No! Tried to open my eyes. Still to heavy.

What was going on?

Wait! What's that sound?

Thump. Thump.

Thump. Thump.

Thump. Thump.

My heart! That's my heart!

"Bella! Bells! Open your eyes! Wake up!"

Jasper. Where was he? Why can't I open my eyes?

"Bella wake the hell up! You're scaring us! Shit Bella!"

Rosalie. I couldn't see her either. Why was her voice fading?

Wait! I think I can remember something!

School. Empty. Quiet. Living room.

Cathartic.

"RENÉE!"

A day ago…

"Mom! I'm home," I announced as I put my shoes away. "And I'm starving! Rose and Jasper want to go out for sushi."

No response. Odd.

"Mom? Phil? Where are you guys?" I asked loudly and trekked up the stairs.

I put my bag away in my room and realized I had yet to get a response.

"Mom!" I yelled and headed to the master bedroom.

Empty. All the rooms were empty and when I strained my ears, I still couldn't hear a reply. Maybe they were in the kitchen.

I headed back downstairs and the silence was still there. Nervousness began to set in. Renée was supposed to be home today. Where was she?

The kitchen was empty, much to my dismay. The anxiety increased.

"Mom?" I called out cautiously.

I walked into the living room and stopped dead. With wide eyes I stared at the floor and suddenly everything was spinning. The floor came at me with amazing speed but the darkness was faster. Just before I passed out, I let out a strangled sob.

"Mom!"