Romeo and... Cullen?

1. Meeting the New Girl

"Someone tell me again why I can't move up and be in junior year with Ed, Alice and Jas?" Verne yelled from the balcony of her room.

        The yelling wasn't necessary. They could all hear her from the balcony if she were at a normal speaking level the same way Verne could hear them if they were to speak at a normal level. Verne was already dressed for school minus makeup, hair and shoes. She walked casually to her bathroom and opened up the various drawers to get out her supplies. Her amber eyes looked extra gold this morning, evidence of last night's family hunt, the black wings from the liner making them even more gold. She pulled the latest lipstick she had bought from the store and swatched it on the back of her hand, grimacing as she looked at the ugly shade of pink against her skin.

        Not that funny, Ed. Verne thought as Edward's laughter could be heard from across the hall in his room. He was laughing louder on purpose just so she would be sure to hear it.

        Verne wiped the lipstick off of her hand and picked up a different shade. She would just give the pink to Alice, everything looked good on her skin. Racing down the stairs at vamp speed, Verne went straight to the refrigerator. She hummed contently to herself while looking in the fridge. Esme had stocked up on food and even made some biscuits. Verne warmed up two biscuits and after spreading butter on them sat down at the kitchen island.

        "Ugh, Laverne, how can you eat that stuff?"

        "You know Rose, we were all human at one point. I seem to remember you liking this stuff," she said, waving around a piece of biscuit. Verne set the food down and picked up the cup of blood, putting the straw to her lips.

        "Still, it tastes like shit now."

        Verne shrugged. Something felt like she should eat. Blood was just needed for basic body functions, a single cup in the morning was probably enough to survive. Food was what really got Verne going for energy and even strength. Carlisle thought it had something to do with how she was bitten. Verne, personally, didn't care enough to figure out why.

        "It's cause baby Cullen's a weird one." Emmett ruffled her hair as he spoke. "And you're a sophomore because you look like one, you were turned at sixteen. Deal with it. Besides, now we get to stay here a little bit longer."

        "Hands off the curls, bro."

        Verne pushed his hand away. She already knew that being younger was a benefit for the whole family but it was still annoying. Senior year and she'd be without her siblings.

        "Alright, I'll catch you all at school. Dad asked me to drop off these files to Chief Swan."

        "Chief Swan? What does he want from Carlisle?" Emmett asked downing the leftover blood in the cup.

        "Files. Something to do with the animal attacks around Washington, they're coming closer to Forks you know. I think Carlisle's been looking at the bodies. I'll catch you at school, which I will be late for if I don't drop off the files now."

        Verne pulled up to the Swan's residence to see a beat-up, burnt orange truck.

        "Hey Chief, I didn't know you got a new car," she said, getting out of the Mercedes convertible, the top down on this oddly clear Forks' day. Verne's nose scrunched a little at the slight hint of wet-dog smell.

        "Hey, Laverne. This ride's not mine, it's for..."

        "It's uh, my ride." A pale girl got out of the driver's seat.

        "Right! They've been talking about the chief's daughter coming back to town. Isabella, right?" she extended a hand.

        "Just Bella."