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Flying above the clouds, I check my watch and see it’s just under an hour until we land in Seattle.
I’ve been thinking about this moment a lot for the past 17 years of my life. Wondering if this is something we should have avoided, but I suppose better the devil you know and all that.
Looking towards the girl sleeping on my shoulder, I withhold a chuckle. We’re carbon copies of each other, besides my royal purple hair and her brown. My twin sister and the biggest reason for me moving here to Forks. I lived in denial until I was three, I mean, who wouldn’t upon learning your name is Beatrice Sofia Swan, twin sister of Isabella Marie Swan, and daughter of Renee and Charlie.
At the age of three I figured this wasn’t some dream, or bad joke, it was just reincarnation gone wrong, or right? Jury’s still out on that one.
Why the age of three? Well that’s when I realized I had a gift, or gifts. Bella doesn’t know yet, and I’m not sure when to tell her, but I wasn’t paying attention when climbing the chair to get a book out of the shelf, and I fell. Bella was in the room and while she was still three, and not reincarnated with the mental acuity of a 28 year old, she understood that falling, that is bad. She thrust out her hands and I landed on a puffy cloud, uninjured.
Something about her shield connected with my gift, and it awakened. Since then I’ve followed most of the feelings from my “instincts”, which is what I call my gift.
It’s almost a mix of Victoria’s danger sense, and Peter’s “knowing shit”, if that’s actually a thing in this world or just fanfiction. My instincts help me out daily, in every situation. It often gives me feelings, right, wrong, a certain direction, but when I’m in an important situation, or at a crossroads, it often supplies me with a word, or in rare cases multiple words.
One of those cases is when I was five, and I got the feeling I had to sign up for self defense and martial arts lessons, and my instincts spoke for the first time. “Danger. Fight.” I didn’t realize how important it was at the time, but I did learn four years later.
As my mind goes down into that dark rabbit hole, my entire body shivers. “Trix?” I look at my twin, and sometimes I swear we have a mental connection, maybe we do. She tends to know when my mind wanders, and often comes into my room to sleep with me when the nightmares are at their strongest.
“I’m fine, Bells.” I give my twin a smile, and she snuggles back into my side before falling asleep again.
I suppose I should try to get some sleep too.
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“Hi dad.” “Hi Charlie.” I throw my sister a look, I never understand why she calls him Charlie, when even I, a reincarnated person calls him dad, and he does feel like one, well, at least he always did, haven’t seen him in a while.
Walking towards the police cruiser he gives us a smile, well, as much of a smile as dad can give. “Hi girls.”
Helping us with our luggage I sit in the passenger seat while Bella sits in the back. Dad looks into the mirror before fidgeting on the steering wheel. “Your hair looks longer, Bells.”
My sister looks up from her book, Wuthering Heights, and I just know what’s coming. “I cut it since the last time I saw you.” I almost let out a chuckle, It seems that despite Bella being more confident in herself, thanks to yours truly, she still received the awkward gene from dad. “Must have grown out.” Dad half mumbles, and I can feel a smile on my face as I close my eyes, drifting back to sleep for the short ride from Port Angeles to Forks.
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“Trix wake up.” My eyes snap open, and I see dad’s hand hover at my shoulder. I give him a tight smile and a nod. I don’t like being touched after the incident. Only Bella doesn’t trigger my fight or flight instincts. My sister gives me a look, like she knows what I’m thinking, and I roll my eyes.
“I’m up dad.” I open the door and take in my surroundings, and the house. Going from the 2020’s to the early 2000’s is still an adjustment, even though I’ve lived in this world for so long. I really miss the internet.
It has given me a few advantages though, as I’ve taken most of my college fund and invested into different companies, the usual, Google, Amazon, etc. I’ll have to double check with Alice later on my investments.
Speaking of Alice, I’m curious as to how her ability works. I was almost expecting the pixie-like vampire to show up at my door when I was three and decided on following some of the plot, but she never showed up, and my instincts tell me she still doesn’t know about either of us.
“So I’ve made the attic into a second bedroom now that you’re both older, you two have to figure out which one of you gets it.” Bella looks at me before turning to dad. “Trix can have the attic.” Dad looks at me and I give him a nod.
“Right. Trix I also implemented better security across the house. Double locks on all windows and a deadbolt on the door.”
I give dad a smile. I don’t really feel guilty, as I used my ‘paranoia’ from the incident to have dad install better security, which also doubles as an anti-stalker-vampire deterrent. Of course he can still get into the house if he wants to, but not without waking up the entire house, as an alarm is tied to all of the windows and doors.
We enter the house and I drag my suitcase to the attic. Due to my martial arts and regular training regimen I’m probably the physically strongest in the house, unless dad has been training without our knowledge.
Opening the room all I can see is an empty canvas. My new bedroom just has the essentials, a queen size bed, a wardrobe and is that a bath?
“DAD, did you install a bath in the attic?”
I hear footsteps on the stairs and dad’s head peek through the door. “I uh, figured that with me and a couple of teenage girls in the house, a second bathroom would be needed.” He awkwardly scratches his beard. I try giving him a hug but I flinch back and we stand there awkwardly. “Thanks dad.” His hand hovers above my shoulder before giving me a few pats.
“Oh right uh, I have a homecoming gift for both of you.” Here comes the beast of a truck. My motorcycle doesn’t arrive until the end of the week. The argument I had with dad on the phone regarding the motorcycle was almost of epic proportions. He means well, he’s just insanely over-protective.
I try to feign curiosity and raise an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Yeah uh, it’s going to arrive soon with Billy and Jake, you remember them don’t you?” My mood immediately sours, yes, the bigoted tribe. I give dad a fake smile. “Sure, I remember them.”
“Well, Jake grew up into a handsome young man, you and your sister should spend some time with him.” Wow, we’ve been here for all of five minutes and he’s already match making?
“Dad. I’m lesbian.” His eyes widen. “Oh uh, are you sure?” I give him an exasperated sigh. “Dad. Have you ever found a man sexually attractive? Even before you met Renee?”
He mumbles something under his breath and scratches his neck. I raise an eyebrow at him. “No.”
“Neither have I. Now let me ask you the same question, are you sure you find women attractive?” I must have put a bit more heat into it than I was meaning to, because he raises his hands in surrender.
“Okay okay, I get it. So uh, no boys for you. At least I don’t have to worry about you becoming pregnant.”
I let out another exasperated sigh. “Dad. We’re both almost 18, we have raised Renee, not the other way around. Even if I was straight, do you really think I’m stupid?”
“No uh, no. Good talk.”
I let out a chuckle. “Sure thing dad. Also lay off the matchmaking with Bella as well? She’s fully capable of finding her own boyfriend, on her own terms.”
“Uh, sure.” Is all he says before he hightails it out of my room, and I let out a fond sigh. He means well, but my goddess.
I can hear a truck pulling up into our driveway, and I go over to my window and take a look outside. Jacob is pulling Billy out of the truck, or the beast.
“Girls, Billy and Jake is here with your present.”
I hear a muffled “Okay” coming from Bella. I give my new room a last look, mentally trying to take stock of what I need, before walking down and outside of the house.
“Billy, Jacob.” I give both of the Quileutes a nod.
“Trix, Bells!” Jacob almost shouts and I wince, before he runs over to give Bella a hug, and she gives me a confused look over his shoulder, to which I shake my head. Jacob goes over to me to give me a hug, but I put my hand in front of me and his face falls. “Oh uh, right, no touching.”
Luckily there’s no awkward “remember me” speech, as both of us came down a few more times until we were both 13, before we stopped. So it hasn’t been too long.
“Hello Beatrice, Bella.” Billy never liked me, and I never liked him. I’m not sure why he doesn’t like me, but my instincts tells me that I shouldn’t spend time down on the Rez, and I listen to my instincts.
“So uh girls, this is your present.” Bella looks wide eyed between dad and the truck, and I let out a chuckle as to how cute she looks. Bella gives me a glare and then sticks out her tongue.
“So I’ve refurbished the engine, but you have to double press on the clutch.” Jacob instructs my sister as she gets into the truck. I just give it a look, I’m not a mechanic, but I do work on my own motorcycles so I understand the basics. Hopefully I can get Rosalie to help me out.
Rosalie? Why would I, you know what, I’ll just ignore that for now. My instincts agree.
“Anyways, Bells, we should go unpack before school tomorrow.” My sister nods and we go into our respective rooms.
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My alarm wakes me up at 5, and I dress up and leave the house for my morning jog. Not sure how long I’ll be able to do that, with nomads, wolves, stalking vampire and everything supernatural hanging around.
I always liked jogging. Keeps my stamina up, muscles lean and it’s sort of me-time where I clear my head.
Thinking about first day of school, I know I need to get Bella to biology early so we can be deskmates, which will make Edward sit another place, and not right next to his singer.
I’m fairly certain I’m a mental shield as well, at least that’s what my instincts tell me, but I’m more of a “bloodline” mental shield, a mix of something in Renee and Charlie, but my main gift would be my instincts.
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After showering and dressing for the day. Ripped jeans, tee and my leather jacket. A basic application of makeup. The “no-makeup” look as it’s often called. Just a bit of eyeliner, mascara and lipgloss. I head downstairs to Bella’s room, knocking before hearing a muffled “come in.”
I walk into her room and see clothes all over, and she’s currently fighting with a sweater. I let out a giggle and walk over to help her out. She’s more confident, but she’s still a klutz, for some reason.
Having helped my sister avoid death by sweater, we head down and eat a light breakfast before jumping into the beast, which I refuse to drive.
It doesn’t take us long to find the school as we’re more used to the streets than Bella would have been without me, due to more trips here.
Parking the car we head to the administration office, where we meet Mrs. Cope, at least I hope.
“Hi there, we’re Beatrice and Bella Swan.” I give the middle aged woman a smile. “Oh right! Chief Swan’s girls. I’m Mrs. Cope.” At least so far I’m the only anomaly in “twilight”. She finds a few pieces of paper before handing them off to us. “Here are your schedules, and that paper is for the teachers to sign off on, just return them to me at the end of the day.”
“Sure thing, thank you Mrs. Cope.” My sister links our arms and we walk out.
As we’re looking at each other's schedule we’re interrupted by an asian kid I can only assume to be Eric. “Hi there. You guys must be the new girls, Isabella and Beatrice swan. I’m Eric Yorkie, the eyes and ears of this place. You guys need anything, tutoring, cliff notes, a lunch date, a shoulder to cry on. I’m your man.”
Hearing it in real life is so much more weird, and I give my sister a look. “She goes by Bella by the way. Anyways how many times did you have to rehearse that speech?”
He laughs awkwardly. “Humour, good one. I’ll put that into the article.”
My sister looks mortified and I have to laugh at her expression. “Look here, I don’t know how it works in a small town, but neither of us are interested in an article or having our private life displayed in a paper.” I tell him in a no-nonsense voice.
He raises his hands in surrender. “Okay okay, no article.”
I grab my sister and we walk away, she’s heading to english and I’m heading to history. We split up outside the office building and I follow my map to the building where my first class of today is.
Walking into the room I immediately spot my first batch of Cullens, and oh boy are they pretty. Seems like I have history with Jasper and Rosalie, and I feel relieved I don’t have to put up with the others, yet.
Jasper gives me a quick look, and I almost want to hit myself, empath. Rosalie gives me a quick once over before going back to her book.
I look around for an open seat and I realize the only one is directly in front of Jasper. I sort of feel sorry for him, but he’s the one actually attending high school, at least neither of them have reacted to my blood.
The teacher comes in. A woman in her thirties, short brown hair and blue eyes. She looks around the room before looking at me. “Ah, which sister are you?” I suppose they didn’t update the student roster for the class. “Beatrice, Ma’am.” Crap, I suppose old habits die hard.
In my previous life I was in the military, I was never a field operative but we still had basic training and mandatory training in case of an invasion, even though I was working in intelligence.
“Want to introduce yourself to the class?”
I give her a shake of the head. “No Ma’am, I’d rather get to know people on an individual basis.”
She gives me a nod, apparently the reason was good enough for her. “We’re currently working on the Civil War, can you name anyone involved?”
I try to hold back my laughter, and I unconsciously give the Hale’s a quick look. “Major Whitlock.”
My instincts let me know that the two predators behind me are tensing, but it’s giving me a feeling to go on.
“And who was he?”
“He was the youngest major in the confederate army.”
She gives me a look. “In the confederate?”
“Yes Ma’am. I don’t have a lot of diverse info on him, but he grew up in the south, and due to the environment grew up accustomed to certain things, but he was a good man. Between each of his missions he would go and help different camps that had been hit by assaults, and from what I know it didn’t matter if they were slaves or not, he helped all equally.”
Apparently both of us were a bit into the story. “What happened to him?”
“Well, my journal only lists two conversations. Once in the middle of the war, and once when it was over. After the war he one day walked into a diner, and he met a girl there, and from what I know they lived happily ever after.”
I can feel curiosity well up within me, but it doesn’t feel natural. My instincts tell me that they are influenced emotions.
“I have never heard of this person, how do you know about him?”
“From a family heirloom, Ma’am. My ancestor, Peter, wrote a few journals that have been passed down on my mother’s side.”
As soon as I’m done speaking I realize my mistake. Jasper influenced my emotions enough for me to continue on, I wasn’t supposed to say more than family journals. There’s only one Peter that Jasper knows, and now they are most certainly going to be interested in knowing more about me, if I know their secrets. At least the journals wasn’t a lie, and Peter is my ancestor.
I give Jasper a quick look, and by his expression I am most certainly in for an inquisition.