Summary: What would you do if you weren't completely normal? If one incident changed your entire life? Would you tell your parents? Or would you hide it from them and the world? What would you do if your knowledge of what you were rested solely on one person? How would you know they weren't lying? My name is Isabella Swan and I'm… a mermaid. This story begins two years after my transformation when I moved in with my father to hide my non-aging status from my over observant mother.
I sighed as I walked into my childhood room. I had asked Charlie to clear it out as I wanted to fill it with things myself. He happily complied, willing to do anything that would make me Happy in Forks. Smiling to myself I sat on the single Queen sized mattress that was in the middle of the room.
Charlie had had to go into the station because of some animal attacks, which I was fine with. It made it easier to make my furniture. I had gotten this Idea when I had first decided to redo my room. I went across the hall and filled the tub with water. Once I was done I levitated all of the water to my room, careful not to spill any. Especially on myself.
Thinking for a moment I shaped the large ball of water into an intricately designed bed frame, once I was happy with the design I hardened it and set it down. It looked like a foggy resin enough to fool Charlie. I smiled and moved my mattress onto my new bed frame. Satisfied with the result I repeated the process giving myself a nightstand, chair, desk, Coat rack, and a second nightstand just because I could.
Satisfied that I had the essentials I filled one last tub of water to make a few decorations, a shell, a picture frame, a mermaid statue, A tiara with grooves so I could add pearls later, and just because I thought It would be funny a trident. I giggled and noticing the bit of leftover water I scooped it up in a cup. Careful not to let the liquid touch me. I would put food coloring into it later before turning it into a pendant.
I loved making jewelry with my gifts. I went back to my room and spread the decorations around. Deciding to put the tiara on the thick headboard as the nightstands were full. I sighed happily as I looked around my new room. I just felt like I was going to be happy here until I had to disappear again.
I sighed, thankful that it wasn't raining on my first day. I looked down at my special made boots. That came up to my knees. The outside was made of a dull rubber that appeared to be leather to the human eye, and the inside had been lined with a strong insulator. It would keep the rain off my legs. I already had a similarly made coat and gloves set, the designer thought I was odd until I came up with the excuse that it was for a sexy spy cosplay.
Though I don't know if that was the best idea as her assistant ended up leering at me throughout my last fitting. I shook my head as I walked into the main office. I smiled at the receptionist who gaped at me, I knew what she was seeing, silky long brown hair, pale skin that was almost translucent looking under the light, slightly full rosy lips that looked softer than flowers
And brown eyes that drew you in. I sighed, the changes were obvious to anyone who had seen me pre-transformation. Luckily my mother believed me when I told her it was a new beauty treatment. Phil hadn't looked too convinced but he was a simple guy, he'd rather ignore it and pretend to swallow my lies than face an abnormal reality.
"Hello, I'm Isabella Swan, I'm here for my schedule," I said smiling at her as I saw the immediate awareness light her eyes. I was expected, a topic of gossip no doubt. Daughter of the Chief's flighty ex-wife, come home at last.
"Of course," she said. She dug through a precariously stacked pile of documents on her desk till she found the ones she was looking for. "I have your schedule right here, and a map of the school." She brought several sheets to the counter to show me.
She went through my classes for me, highlighting the best route to each on the map, and gave me a slip to have each teacher sign, which I was to bring back at the end of the day. She smiled at me and hoped, like Charlie, that I would like it here in Forks.
I thanked her and went back to my truck, following the line of traffic to the student lot. I was also glad to see that most of the cars were older like mine, in fact, the flashiest car here was a shiny Volvo and it stood out. Once parked I made my way to class, keeping my umbrella clipped to my shoulder bag.
I would Probably stand out with an extra-wide umbrella but it was better than sprouting a tail. I quickly found building three and made my way into class. I took the slip up to the teacher, a tall, balding man whose desk had a nameplate identifying him as Mr. Mason.
He gawked at me when he saw my name, —not an encouraging response— but at least he sent me to an empty desk at the back without introducing me to the class. It was harder for my new classmates to stare at me in the back, but somehow, they managed.
I kept my eyes down on the reading list the teacher had given me. It was fairly basic: Bronte, Shakespeare, Chaucer, Faulkner. I'd already read everything. That was boring. I wondered if my mom would send me my
folder of old essays, or if she would think that was cheating. I decided to tell her I was using them for review, she was ridiculously easy to fool.
When the bell rang, a nasal buzzing sound, a gangly boy with skin problems and hair black as an oil slick leaned across the aisle to talk to me. "You're Isabella Swan, aren't you?" He looked like the overly helpful, chess club type.
"Bella," I corrected. Everyone within a three-seat radius turned to look at me. "Where's your next class?" he asked. "Government with Jefferson In building six. " I said, slightly annoyed. "well I'm heading to building four I could show you the way if you'd like," he said with an eager smile.
I'm mentally grimaced. I didn't want to be making any close friends here in case they discovered my secret. I considered the best way to turn him down without seeming antisocial. "Thanks but I know the way, I wouldn't want to inconvenience you," I said, before hurrying onto my next class.
As I was walking my Phone rang. I quickly checked the caller before picking up. "Anna, Hey. I was going to call you later. Is something wrong?" I asked. Anna didn't usually get her head out of either books or water long enough for her to call. I felt bad moving away, she tended to forget to socialize with other people.
And despite having accumulated more than enough money over the years she had declined to move with me.
~I changed my mind~
she said. I blinked. "About moving?" I asked.
~Yeah, two new students in one week, the school population will have an aneurysm.~
I laughed. "Have you decided on a cover story? And where are you going to live? The town doesn't have any caves like your's" I said worriedly.
~I've spoken to an interior designer by the name of Esme Cullen, I'm having her put a large and deep indoor pool on the main floor of the house I bought. She said it could be done by Friday. Something about both night and day workers, I don't really care as long as I can swim~
I smiled brightly. "Really? You wouldn't mind any company now, would you? And what about a cover story?" I asked. Feigning concern, I knew she wouldn't mess up on something that important, she'd been doing this for over two hundred years after all. Anna laughed.
~No, I suppose not. And about the cover story, I suppose I'll mainly tell the truth, with a few tweaks that is. My parents were wealthy people, we went on a private cruise one day, there was a fire and I was the only survivor. I'll skip the part about swimming to the nearest Island and getting turned into a mermaid, of course, ~ She joked.
But I could hear the distant pain in her voice. I felt bad, as I always did when I thought about Anna's lot in life. Her transformation would always be stained with the tragedy she suffered. "Makes sense, oh but say you're emancipated. Things aren't the same as the last time you were in society. Orphans of wealthy people can't just live on their own if they're underaged. I have to go. It's time for my next class." I said.
Anna wished me good luck before hanging up the phone. I smiled and looked around, of course, no one had been standing close enough to hear me, but better safe than sorry. Even if I was speaking to low for humans to hear.
With a sigh, I opened the door to building six and walked to class with a considerable bounce in my step as I fingered the pendant I had made. It was in the shape of a crab, and the lower half was dyed blue, I wanted it to be orange like my tail, but Charlie didn't have any orange food coloring.
I would have to buy that, as well as art supplies. Anna had explained to me that my artistic nature that had developed was due to my being a mermaid, apparently, mermaids naturally drifted towards art because we liked to create things and not just with our powers. She had said there were other mermaids in the world, but I had yet to meet any.
According to her, usually, any mermaids, whether born or transformed would eventually feel drawn to the Bermuda triangle. Which was actually where most mermaids went to live in peace. She had actually been there and that's where she learned most about our ways. Which she, in turn, taught me.
She told me we were oddities amongst mermaids, since we mainly lived on land, and not just to find someone to impregnate us. That was another shocker. Any of our kids would be mermaids too. And of course, mermaids always had daughters. I was drawn out of my musings by the shrill screeching of the bell. I blinked and realized that I had been distracted all class period.
I sighed and packed up my things.
I mainly made small talk with the other students but didn't encourage them and, unfortunately for me, some were determined to be my friends.
One girl sat next to me in both Trig and Spanish, and she, unfortunately, walked with me to the cafeteria for lunch. She was tiny, several inches shorter than me, but her wildly curly dark hair made up a lot of the difference between our heights.
I couldn't bother to remember her name, so I smiled and nodded as she prattled about teachers and classes. I didn't try to keep up. Perhaps she'd get the memo I wasn't looking for friends.
She pulled me to a full table with several of her friends, who she introduced to me. I forgot all their names as soon as she spoke them. They seemed impressed by her bravery in speaking to me. Which was stupid.
The boy from English, Eric, waved at me from across the room, I looked pointedly in the other direction. I couldn't wait for Anna to get here, I'd use her as a shield against the annoying masses. It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to avoid conversation with seven curious strangers, that I first saw them.
They didn't look anything alike. Of the three boys, one was big — muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He was hotter than the others, who were very good looking. But didn't hold the same appeal as their friend did.
The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room.
Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixielike, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction. They were beautiful as well, and all of them were talking and joking around, just like any other teenager in the room.
but for some reason, my eyes kept straying to the bronze haired Adonis. Which was stupid, I obviously couldn't have any type of relationship with him, it was too dangerous, he could learn my secret and then I'd be in danger, I would have to flee to Bermuda to avoid capture when he told people all about me.
And yet I couldn't stop myself from asking about them. "Who are they?" I asked the girl from my Spanish class, whose name I'd forgotten. As she looked up to see who I meant -though already knowing, probably, from my tone- he suddenly looked at her. The gorgeous one, the youngest, perhaps. He looked at my neighbor for just a fraction of a second, and then his dark eyes flickered to mine.
He looked away quickly, though I continued to stare. In that brief flash of a glance, his face held nothing of interest, and I couldn't explain why that upset me~ it was as if she had called his name, and he'd looked up in involuntary response, already having decided not to answer.
My neighbor giggled in embarrassment, looking at the table. I rolled my eyes "That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The girl on the left is Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife." She said under her breath.
I didn't take my eyes off the beautiful boy, who was looking at his tray now, picking a bagel to pieces with long, pale fingers. His mouth was moving very quickly, his perfect lips barely opening. The other four didn't stop their joking around, and yet I felt they were listening intently to him.
Strange, unpopular names. The kinds of names grandparents had. But maybe that was in vogue here -small town names? I finally remembered that my neighbor was called Jessica, a perfectly common name. There were two girls named Jessica in my History class back home.
"They are… very nice-looking." I struggled with the conspicuous understatement. I didn't want to draw attention to my infatuation with the bronze haired boy.
"Yes!" Jessica agreed with another giggle. I was quickly coming to hate the sound. "They're all together though, Emmett and Rosalie, and Jasper and Alice, I mean. And they like, live together."
Her voice held all the shock and condemnation of the small town, I thought critically. But, if I was being honest, I had to admit that even in Phoenix, it would cause gossip. Not that it mattered. You can't help who you love.
"Which ones are the Cullens?" I asked. "They don't look related…" I trailed off, hoping my questions weren't seen as overly interested.
"Oh, they're not. Dr. Cullen is really young, in his twenties or early thirties. They're all adopted. The Hales are brother and sister, twins, the blondes, and they're foster children."
"They look a little old for foster children." I prodded. "They are now, Jasper and Rosalie are both eighteen, but they've been with Mrs. Cullen since they were eight. She's their aunt or something like that."
"That's really kind of nice — for them to take care of all those kids like that when they're so young and everything," I said with a smile. I still had yet to look away, and I could not fathom what drew me to the Bronze haired adonis in particular.
"I guess so," Jessica admitted reluctantly, and I got the impression that she didn't like the doctor and his wife for some reason. With the glances she was throwing at their adopted children, I would presume the reason was jealousy. "I think that Mrs. Cullen can't have any kids, though," she added.
"as if that lessens their kindness," I said sharply as I finally tore my eyes away from the beautiful boy, to glare at the annoying girl. She shrunk back under the weight of my glare.
But looking away for any length of time seemed like a horrendous crime, so I quickly returned my gaze to him. I vaguely wondered what on earth was happening to me, and set my mind on calling Anna as soon as I got home.
"Have they always lived in Forks?" I asked. Making my tone light again. Surely I would have noticed them on one of my summers here.
"No," she said in a voice that implied it should be obvious, even to a new arrival like me. Though as I glanced at her again, she quickly corrected her tone. "They just moved down two years ago from somewhere in Alaska." she offered. as if to appease me.
I felt a surge of pity, and relief. Pity because, as beautiful as they were, they were outsiders, clearly not accepted. Though that seemed wrong. Relief that I wasn't the only newcomer here, and certainly not the most interesting by any standard. Which was very good for me.
As I examined them, well mostly the bronze haired boy, he looked up and met my gaze, this time with evident curiosity in his expression. I refused to look away, it seemed to me that his gaze held some kind of unmet expectation. This upset me, I couldn't understand why but I didn't want him to find me lacking, which was absurd and ridiculous.
"Which one is the boy with the reddish-brown hair?" I asked. he was still staring at me, and I at him, but not gawking like the other students had today, his expression turned slightly frustrated. Which I couldn't understand.
"That's Edward. He's gorgeous, of course, but don't waste your time. He doesn't date. Apparently, none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him." She sniffed, a clear case of sour grapes. I wondered when he'd turned her down. And was suddenly very happy that he had.
I bit my lip to hide my smirk. He turned his face away, but I thought his cheek appeared lifted, as if he were smiling, too.
The rest of lunch I was completely distracted by Edward Cullen, though he didn't look at me again. When the bell rang I blinked and headed off to biology, as soon as I exited the cafeteria it was like a spell had broken, what on earth was I thinking? Developing some odd crush, on a human no less! Anna had drilled it into me the need for secrecy.
She had told me about a boyfriend she used to have, it was two years after she turned into a mermaid, he had figured out she was keeping something from him and she trusted him enough to show him her tail. Of course, he went straight to the papers and she had fled. He had been labeled as crazy of course. After he could produce no proof. Anna had then moved her family fortune to America.
"We're here." a girl who had sat at lunch with me said. I blinked to see we were standing in front of the Biology room, I suddenly remembered the girl's name was Angela. I thanked her and held the door open, allowing her to go first.
When we entered the classroom, Angela went to sit at a black-topped lab table. She already had a neighbor. In fact, all the tables were filled but one. Next to the center aisle, I recognized Edward Cullen by his unusual hair, sitting next to that single open seat. I smiled happily.
As I walked down the aisle to introduce myself to the teacher and get my slip signed, I was watching him surreptitiously.
Just as I passed He stared at me again, meeting my eyes with the strangest expression on his face. He seemed confused somehow as if something didn't make sense to him. I noticed that his eyes were black — coal black.
Mr. Banner signed my slip and handed me a book with no-nonsense about introductions. I could tell we were going to get along. Of course, he had no choice but to send me to the one open seat in the middle of the room.
I happily sat down next to the handsome boy who looked more like a Greek god than anyone had a right to. I half paid attention to the teacher and half wondered if I could somehow rearrange my schedule to match his as much as possible. I shook my head, throwing off that absurd notion. What the hell was going on with me?
I decided to talk to him, what harm could it do? I turned my head towards him, resting my cheek on my closed fist. I unconsciously shot him an alluring smile. "Hi, I'm Bella Swan, nice to meet you," I said. He looked at me and smiled crookedly, I felt my breath catch. That didn't matter, I could hold my breath for twenty minutes. "I'm Edward Cullen," he said as he held his hand out. I shook it happily.
Though as soon as his hand touched mine it felt like a jolt of lightning spread throughout my body. I flushed as I was suddenly filled with warmth.
Just then, the sink in the classroom exploded.
My eyes widened and I didn't have time to run as the spray of water rained down on me and several other students. Everyone shouted in shock. I ripped my hand out of Edwards as I bolted out the door and for the bathroom. Luckily it was right across from the class. I closed and locked the door behind me just as the ten seconds were up. With a thud, I fell to the floor.
I huffed in irritation as I turned and started drying my tail. Once my legs came back I got up, unlocked the door, and opened it. Coming face to face with Alice Cullen and Rosalie Hale. I froze as the steam I had created came out of the bathroom. "Where did that steam come from?" Rosalie asked.
I mentally cursed. "Steam? What steam?" I asked. She narrowed her eyes at me as Alice furrowed her brow in confusion. "Don't play dumb with me, there was just steam coming out of the bathroom." She said. I smiled condescendingly. "Whatever you say, I've got to go, bye," I said as I slipped past them, but not before I saw the utter confusion on their faces as they sniffed the air.
I shrugged it off as I made my way towards the gym. The bell was going to ring in a moment or two anyway.
The incident today in class made me wary, I had never lost control of my powers like that. It also served as a sobering reminder that I was not normal and I could not have a normal relationship. I would have to keep my distance from Edward Cullen.
I made it to the gym just as the bell rang, and with a heavy heart, I entered my last class of the day.
I sat on my bed as soon as I got home and sighed as I called Anna.
Ten minutes after I had explained the problem to her I still couldn't get her to stop laughing enough to explain. "Will you stop laughing at me and tell me what the hell is going on with me!?" I shouted in exasperation.
I gasped. No, no, no,! tThis could not be happening! There was no way I could be mated to a human boy. That only complicated matters ten-fold. "WHAT! Anna, please tell me you're joking, I can't be mated to a human! I'd ruin his life! He'd have to leave his family for two years just to come to Bermuda and tie our life spans together so he lives as long as I do.
We could never have a normal relationship, he'd always have to be on guard for water about to hit me, he wouldn't be able to tell his family! His fathers a doctor for Circe's sake! He might want to do tests and experiments on me! He-"
~Hold on Isa! Take a deep breath and calm down, you knew there was the possibility you'd find your mate one day, you're lucky it happened before you decided to find a random to have children with. The mermaids I know that have found their mates always have it harder because they have children by others, and for a long time in society, well human society, that was just not done. The human's in Bermuda love it there!
Or is it something else, were you hoping your mate would be a girl?~
I snorted. "No, that's not it, it's just. I don't want to ruin his life by limiting his options, ya know?" I said worriedly.
~Bella, you're forgetting something, He's your mate! Your other half! Don't you think he deserves the chance to choose whether or not you're worth the sacrifice? Even though he's human he is a sentient being capable of making his own choices, here you are panicking over a choice that isn't yours to make, you want my advice?
Get to know him. Talk to him, become his friend, and if he wants it to develop into something more? Then tell him. About you and give him a test, tell him that he can't tell anybody. Not even his family, if he keeps the secret for let's say, two weeks? Then that proves he's ready.~ Anna advised sagely.
I smiled. Content with that decision. "You're right Anna. , I really should give him a choice in the matter. Of course, I still think he would be giving up way too much to just be with me, but that will be his choice to make, and if chooses to stay with me and regrets it, I'll just remind him that I gave him the choice." I said. Adding the last part only half-jokingly.
After talking to Anna for a bit I finally hung up the phone and huffed as I laid down on my bed. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. I mused.