Twilight- My Life as the Dead

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters that are not in the books. Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer and this story/fanfiction is merely for entertainment purposes only.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 1

Bella's POV

I flew around my nearly empty bedroom like a tornado, packing up my things into a travel case. Tomorrow I was moving to dreary Forks to live with my dad, Charlie. Apparently, Forks had a really small population and it was almost always raining. I laughed at the irony of a ghost living in a ghost town.

Yes, you heard right, I am a ghost, but I am not scary and I don't live in a haunted house. I don't creep people out either, that's just weird and no, I am not transparent although I can turn invisible at will.

I had finished packing with in five minutes of starting. Renée walked up to my room just as I was closing the brown, leather case.

"Sweetie, Phil is coming so please..."

I sighed and lowered myself to the ground. Renée is a ghost like me and so is Charlie, but Phil isn't and he doesn't know we are ghosts. How does Renée get herself and her family into these things? I heard Phil pull into the driveway and rushed over to my mirror. I studied my complexion to make sure I was presentable. Nobody likes a freaky ghost. My pearly white skin glowed and my chocolate brown eyes looked... normal. My brunette hair was windblown from flying all around my room. I quickly pulled my brush through the knotty mop and walked down stairs, as humanly as possible.

Of course when I was human I was a klutz so when I acted human it always turned out embarrasing. Ugh. Of course I had to trip on the stairs and tumble to the bottom where I awkwardly stood up and walked over to where Renée and Phil were sitting. Phil abruptly stood up and asked if I was okay. I quickly told them- well Phil anyway- that I was fine. Renée didn't worry about me being okay because ghosts are pretty much invincible and the already dead can't die!

The love that Renée and Phil shared was so over whelming, even for a ghost that sometimes I had to step outside. I clearly saw the love and companionship, but it was still slightly weird for my mum to be married to someone who was atleast a century younger than her.

Yes, that's right. Renée, Charlie and I are very old. I was born in 1901 although Renée and Charlie never told me when they were born and their names weren't actually Charlie and Renée. Charlie was actually Carlos and Renée was Anne. They changed their names to keep up with the times. My human life was great but I find my ghost life a lot better apart from one day. I was five or six and I was playing in a grassy park, when another boy my age walked into the park with his mum. The boy very politely but shyly asked if he could join me. I let him sit with me, because that was basicly all I was doing. His eyes were an emerald green colour and he had bronze hair. Looking back at myself I suddenly seemed very plain. He said his name was Edward. We talked to each other for quite a while. Until Anne/Renée told me it was time to go. Edward and I both said our goodbyes and my mum and I went home.

In 1917 I was sixteen and disaster struck. The entire country was riddled with a horrible plague. I Anne/Renée, Charlie/Carlos and I were all admitted to hospital. I noticed that Edward was in the same ward as me because the male ward was full. Despite the fact that we were both extremely ill, we were happy to see each other. We kept fighting out losing battle against the terrible disease. We weren't going to give up, that was untill in 1918, when I was seventeen, Dr Carlisle Cullen told me that both my parents had passed away. Then I stopped fighting- I saw no reason to keep fighting. Even if I lived through this there would be no reason to keep living. My family was dead, my friends were most likely dead and I didn't think that both Edward and I would live. We both couldn't get that lucky. Five days after my parents passed I died too. My last words were to Edward and they were 'Don't give up Edward. My time is up but your's isn't. You can do this, I have faith in you.' Then I passed. Edward would be dead by now even if he lived through the plague, but I would die to see him one more time. Oh wait, I already had died so I would never see him again anyway.

After I died, the last thing I remembered was tears streaming down Edward's face, blackness and a burning pain.

Every 'mythical creature' has a council of justice or something along those lines. Wether it be werewolves, vampires, witches or ghosts, each has a council. The ghosts council is called the Ghoulturi and they told me apparently, I have a gift so I was allowed to live in the human world, among humans, but in the form of a ghost.

So here I am, I still cry at night about Edward sometimes, even though ghosts don't sleep and ghost tears don't wet anything.

The next day I took a plane to Forks. I turned me and my suitcase invisible (that's the cool thing about being a ghost- you can turn anything that you are touching invisible) and flew home. I knocked on the door of Charlie's house and patiently waited to be reunited with my dad after not seeing him for about five years.