Highway to Hell A/N: Hi potential readers, I'm Breeana and this is my story 'Highway to Hell'! This is a different version of Twilight, so I guess it's considered AU… I'm not sure! This is the prologue and chapter 1, enjoy! DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR ANYTHING DEALING WITH IT! I JUST REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, LIKE JASPER! This is a pretty long first update, hope it's not boring to you guys! Please enjoy! … Prologue "She's just a child! We can't kill her!" My mate screamed, crouching protectively over the young child she brought home. "Well we can't keep it either!" I yelled back. Charlotte's-my mate-eyes opened wide and she took a step back, surprised at my outburst. Up until now I was keeping my cool Two hours passed and my mate was still standing protectively over the child, ready to attack if need be; while I was pacing thinking of way to get rid of the thing. I sighed eventually; I'm not going to fight my mate. "I-if we're going to keep her, we can't go around calling her it," I whispered and my mate squealed and threw me to the ground, covering me in kisses. Thirty more minutes passed eventually and the girl woke up, her chocolate eyes wide and watery. "Its okay sugar, my name is Charlotte, what's yours?" Char asked, stepping closer to the girl. "Isabella, but I like Bella," her voice was high and quick, as if she were scared, but she scooted as close to Charlotte as she could. "Bella, you remember what happened to your mommy and daddy?" I asked and she shook her head, "Charlotte and I like you, can we keep you?" I asked her, even though we would've kept her if she said no, I just want to make sure this is what she wants, but she surprised me and Char with "will you be my mommy?" The one simple question was all it took. Isabella was ours. … Chapter 1: First Sight (Bella's POV) I opened my eyes from a dreamless sleep and the first thing I saw was my mom and dad's perfect smiles. I groaned and threw a pillow over my face, "I don't want to go school today!" I yelled threw the pillow. Being the new girl absolutely sucks, no matter how many times I've gone through it. It's not that I'm scared, or nervous, it's just the fact that I have to go through a shit-load of rumors every time. "Too bad Izzy, get up!" My dad, Peter, took the pillow from my head and my covers, "we will not start this school year off bad, like the others," he mocked whispered in my ear as if his wife couldn't hear him. I sat up and stared at them. They're my adoptive parents but were going to be telling the towns-people of Forks, Washington, that they are my Uncle and Aunt, and that my parents died when I was young-which they really did- and they took me in because they were my only family, which they truly are. Charlotte has long blonde hair and she's a good 5'7 with amazing curves and stunning ruby-red eyes, while Peter stand at 6'4, a lean muscular type body, ruby-red eyes to match his wife's, and dark brown hair. Oh yea, their vampires, too. I guess I should be freaked out by the fact that they eat humans, but I'm not. I mean, I eat animals! "Go take a shower and get dressed," Charlotte snapped, "The faster you get to school the faster it'll end and we can take you to meet the Cullen's," she said. I wasn't really looking forward to meeting them, I mean, the freaking god of war lives with them and from the stories I've been told he's not one to hesitate when it comes to killing someone. Then again, his brother is my father so I have nothing to worry about… "They won't eat you. They drink from animals, Chiquita, including the Major," Peter said as if reading my mind. I sighed and got up when they left and headed straight towards the shower, brushing my teeth first. . . . I brushed the tangles out of my hair and then got dressed in some super-tight black skinny jeans and a green 'Kiss me, I'm not Irish' shirt and some red and black Chuck Taylors. I looked at myself in my full body length mirror and sighed. My hair is dark brown with red highlights and a side bang that covers my left eye slightly, its waste length and I usually get yelled at from my biology teachers about how long it is when we work on experiments. Since its waist length I usually have a lot of options with what to do with it but today I have no idea. I sighed once again and grabbed my backpack and went downstairs to find my parents sitting in the kitchen. "You know, I really hate when you two have those super secret conversations," I said, making my presence known even though they smelled me before I even got down the stairs. I sat on Charlotte's lap and began eating the omelet that was in front of her. "Well, that's too bad, but since you're a part of this family I guess you deserve to know that you will be going to school with the Cullen's," Peter said and I almost died, choking on a chunk of my omelet that I just stuffed into my mouth. Char patted my back and Peter kept talking as if I wasn't almost dying in front of him, "It turns out we won't be going to them after school, they'll be coming to us. We decided to keep you a secret, so you can introduce yourself," he smiled at me when I started choking on my orange juice. "Stop that, Peter," Charlotte scolded, "they are good people Sug, don't let your father scare you, because if they weren't good people your father wouldn't let you anywhere near them," she rubbed my back soothingly before handing me the keys to Peter's motorcycle. I squealed, "Mom are you serious!" I hugged her and then threw myself at Peter, "dad, you're seriously letting me drive it?" I hugged his neck even tighter and he laughed, "Get to school before I change my mind." He didn't have to tell me twice. I got to school and parked next to a shiny silver Volvo. I hate Volvo's and standing next this one makes me hate them even more. I took my helmet off and fixed my hair and then removed Charlotte's leather jacket and headed for the office. I walked pass a group of people and my heart stopped. Peter showed me a picture he had with the Major, so I could spot him once I got here, and he told me countless times that I had nothing to be scared of, but with their past and everything he's told me about Jasper, I can't help but be scared now that I'm personally in his presence. I put my hands behind my back and looked him in the eye, a submissive stance, "Excuse Me"
