Momo: I'm writing this chapter so I guess I should introduce the story…X3

This is a story that I'm writing with the fabulous rparkerp. She decided to collaborate with me when I presented her with the idea. I want to thank rparkerp immensely for putting up with my mindless drabbles and babbling over the past couple days! She's a huge help with this story, and I hope you enjoy our work! Seriously, check out her story, The Devil's Toy, it rocks! I'm hooked! Thank you rparkerp! This chapter is dedicated to you!

Disclaimer: We own nothing but the plot…obviously if we did, it wouldn't have ended at four books…**sob**

I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each others dreams, we can be together all the time.

-- Hobbes (of Calvin and ...):

BPOV:

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

I awoke that morning to the blaring of my accursed alarm clock, alerting me that it was time to get out of bed. I was not a morning person.

Groaning, I rolled over and slammed my hand tiredly on the 'snooze' button, rolling back over as soon as the beeping was silenced. I hated that damn clock. I blissfully dozed off once more, not planning on getting up anytime soon, even though I was expected at work in half an hour.

It took only minutes for Alice, my roommate and co-worker, to burst happily into my room shouting and screeching in my ear with her high pitched trilling voice. Alice didn't have a 'snooze' button.

"Bella! Wake up you sleepy head! You have to be in, in half an hour! Wake up!" She jumped on my queen sized bed and started bouncing, shaking me all over the place.

"Alice, clam down…let me sleep…" I mumbled into my pillow, grudgingly, work was to last place I wanted to be.

"Nope!" she screamed loudly on propose, popping the 'p'.

I sat up in bed, giving into her demands. I could feel that my hair was one mass of tangles. I lifted hand to it, attempting to pat it down. I heard Alice clucking her tongue at me disapprovingly.

"Bella, Bella, Bella, must you take such horrible care of your hair?"

"Yes…" I mumbled

Alice replied by hitting me with a pillow. I laughed and playfully shoved her away, stepping lightly from the bed. I took my time walking to the bathroom, I was already clumsy when I didn't have sleep shadowing my movements…I was lethal when I was tired. I heard my bedroom door shut and I knew that Alice was leaving; now that she was assured that I wouldn't make a run for the bed.

Alice was…exuberant, for a lack of a better word, she always kept me on my toes. While living with her was fun, I couldn't take her giggly personality this early in the morning.

Looking in the mirror, I spied that my hair was just as bad as I had expected. I groaned at it. That would mean that I would have to yank on it a couple times with the brush.

I turned and turned the hot water on in the shower. The bathrooms were small in out apartment, but there was one of them for each of us. I stripped my tank top and yoga pants off, stepping into the too hot shower.

"Ouch…" I hissed as I waited for my skin to adjust to the hot water.

As I scrubbed my body, my mind began to wonder to work. Though I enjoyed working at one of Chicago's public libraries, I didn't enjoy waking up this early to do it. But I needed the money, Alice and I both attended Westwood, a small university in the city. While Alice was studying interior design, I was studying criminal justice.

Originally, Alice and I were from Forks, Washington. We had been neighbors growing up, her parents and my Dad were close friends, my mother died during child birth. Alice's brother, Emmett, was almost exactly like her personality wise, he was hyper and happy go lucky just like Alice, but they couldn't have been more different in appearance. Emmett was very big and muscular while Alice was pixie like. Emmett had brown hair, a shade darker then mine, Alice had inky black hair, inherited from her their grandfather, Aro. Emmett had his mother, Esme's green eyes, while Alice had her father, Carlisle's blue eyes.

Growing up, Emmett and Alice had become like siblings to me, they were always there for me when I was coping with guilt over my mother's death when I got older, and they were there when I got pushed around on the playground. They were –with Charlie, my Dad—my only family.

I shook my thoughts from my mind as I realized that tears were prickling at my eyes. I shook my head and turned off the shower. Grabbing a big fluffy towel, I dried off.

I hadn't seen Emmett too often since Alice and I had gone off to college. He was too busy coaching the Chicago Bear's football team, and taking care of his pregnant wife, Rosalie.

I quickly got dressed in the mandatory 'Chicago Public Library Staff' polo, and tossed a pair of jeans on. I only had fifteen minutes left to get to the library; I thanked God that it was only two blocks away from or apartment. I threw up my hair into a messy bun after I yanked it through a hair bush, brushing my teeth simultaneously.

"I'm leaving, Alice!" I shouted as I tugged on my shoes, grabbed my keys and phone and stumbled out the front door –I had almost tripped over Alice's many stacks of interior design magazines. I took a deep breath as I stepped onto the concrete sidewalk, trying to calm my erratic breathing. I calmly walked down the street, though more speedily then normal.

Eventually, I walked through the front doors of the library, happy that I got there with two minutes to spare, but angry that those were two minutes that I could've spent sleeping.

"Good morning Bella…" I heard Angela –my manager—say quietly from the front desk.

Angela fit the librarian persona to a 'T'. She had dark hair that was constantly in a ponytail or bun, and rectangular glasses perched on her nose. She was tall and she spoke softly. She, Alice, and I were the only librarians that worked there, for that I was grateful. I didn't think that I could take having to work with a number of the girls that inhabited Chicago. They were constantly throwing themselves at guys and checking their appearances in the tiny compact mirrors that they constantly had on hand.

"Good morning Angela…" I murmured back to her.

I spied a stack of books on the 'return' cart, and I instantly started rolling the cart down designated shelves, placing the books in their proper shelf. I kept myself busy with this for a while, that is, until I saw it.

I had been working on the last pile of books when I spotted a book. The cover was simple, a picture of a pair of hands holding an apple adorning it. Though I liked the cover, I thought it a bit strange. The hands holding the apple were unusually pale, making the red of the apple look inviting and entrancing. It was when my eyes were skimming up the hands when I noticed the title.

Huh…'Twilight'…what a strangle title for a book…

I picked it up and examined it a bit more. I found it strange that the book had no author listed on it, and the back was blank…I turned it every which way, but I couldn't locate a title. I even opened the first couple of pages and couldn't find the author's name anywhere.

I flipped to the first page, curious to see if the writing style would give it away, though the bigger part of me was simply captivated by the book's cover…I could feel an odd tugging at my heart, telling me that something was important about this book.

Chapter One: The Hunter.

Edward…my name was Edward…a fact that had haunted me in my dark mind for the past eighty years. The fact that I had killed my parents was a constantly lingering memory, something that I couldn't shake from my head. The fact that I had been named for my father, and looked like my mother was a constant reminder that I was monster…and constant reminder…feeding my insecurities.

I despised what I was…I was a true monster incarnated. My physical form hadn't changed in eighty years…leaving me as I was on that day. I appeared as seventeen, but truly, I was older then that…much older.

For I wasn't human…I…was a vampire…

I read up to that point and suddenly dropped the book when I heard Angela's soft voice breaking me from the trance that the book had enraptured me in. I shook my head, my eyes wide; I had never seen the words of a book so clearly before in all my life. I could feel an odd electric spark flowing through my body, screaming at me to read more.

"Bella, are you alright?" Angela asked, taking in my wide eyes, concern lacing her tone.

I carefully composed my expression and answered her, "Yes, I'm alright, I just got a little frustrated when I couldn't find an author on this book…could you help me?"

I bent and picked up the book, hating that it was on the floor for even a second. I dusted it off carefully before handing it to Angela reluctantly.

"Hmm…Twilight…I've never heard of it before…" She walked back to the front desk mumbling about how it didn't have a bar code on it.

She typed the title into the computer, her brows furrowing when the results popped up.

"That's funny…it's not in the data base…I wonder why it's here…?" she wondered aloud.

I wanted the book…my fingers twitched at my sides, wanting to snatch the book from her hands and cradle it in mine…

"I guess we'll just keep it here and see if the owner turns up and asks for it back…" She murmured in her soft tone, placing the book on the counter in plain sight.

I reluctantly left to finish shelving the returned books after Angela gave me s strange look when I just stood there staring at it.

The rest of the day, my mind constantly wandered back to the book. Thinking about the mysterious words on the crisp white pages. But, eventually, my shift was over, and I needed to head home to finish up some homework. I had a class tomorrow. I saw Alice walk into the library, and knew that I couldn't pretend that I didn't know what time it was any longer.

"Bye Angela." I said glumly, waving at her and Alice as I stepped through the front doors.

I decided that my attitude was ridiculous… it was just a book after all; there was no sense in wearing myself out over something that I probably wouldn't see again. The thought made me impossibly sadder.

When I got home, I immediately, plopped down in the couch in the living room, opening my books as making myself focus on my homework, noticing how it took longer then normal to complete it.

Sighing, I stepped away from the couch, deciding to start on dinner. Alice would be home soon anyways.

I dug through the fridge, deciding to make mushroom ravioli, my favorite. While I waited for the water to boil the mushroom-stuffed ravioli noodles that I had just stuffed, I immediately thought back to the apple book.

I almost fell over when I heard the door slam open. I was surprised to hear it, causing me to just up in surprise.

"Mmm, something smells good!" Alice chirped happily. I was still upset about the book. I took down some plates to serve up the dinner while Alice changed into something else.

As we were eating, we talked some, Alice supplying most of the conversation while I just poked my tomato sauce covered ravioli. My mood didn't pick up through out the meal, and Alice, picking up on it, didn't mention anything about it, choosing to let me work it out on my own.

I was putting the dishes in the dish washer when Alice sudden spoke up:

"Oh! I almost forgot, Angela let me have this book," that made my mood worse, thinking about how someone probably picked up the apple book, "And I thought that you might like it since I know you love reading much more then I do, and I'm to bust with my classes to find the time to really read any," My mood continued to sink down, "She said it wasn't logged into the data base…here…" Alice said as the skipped to her purse and dug it out, I could hear her rummaging for it in her huge bag, but I couldn't see anything since my back was turned.

She nudged my back with it and I dried off my hands with a dish towel before turned around to take the book from her.

And I saw my apple book waiting in her hands…

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