Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Twilight

Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Twilight

Summary: Bella moves in with her father and step family who live in a normal, quiet neighbour hood. Normal except for one thing; an old deserted mansion at the end of her street, where various disappearances have been rumoured to occur. She builds up the courage to investigate, regardless of the fact that whoever enters the grounds are never seen or heard of again. She discovers a group of people live there, trapped in a curse. A curse that only she has the power to break.

Authors note: I had this idea when I was reading a book…I'm not sure why though. The story line is completely different to the book…I also had a little inspiration from the film 'the little vampire' (a favourite of mine and at the very end you can actually see my house!). You'll understand the connection later in the story, I'll specify it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

Mysterious

I had just moved from Phoenix to live with my dad, Charlie, my step mother, Sue, and her two children, Seth and Leah. My mother, Renee, and my step dad, Phil, had decided to travel around the world for a few years and I decided to live with my dad to give them some time together but also to finish my studies at school. I still had another two years until I graduate so it made sense that I lived in the one place to go to school instead of being home schooled like I would have had to have been if I had stayed with my mom.

We lived in a quiet neighbourhood, completely normal apart from the deserted house at the end of our street. It was one of the original houses built here, 300 years ago, all the others that had been built at that time had been demolished to make room for more modern houses, like the one I was currently staying in. It was a large mansion-type house with three floors and a huge front garden which was so over grown it could easily have been mistaken for a jungle. The path that led up to the front door was just barely visible through the ten-foot tall weeds that covered the garden. It, like the rest of the houses on this side of the street, backed onto the nearby forest.

Apparently, according to some of the students in my school, the house had been empty for years and there were some rumours about it being haunted by ghosts and the home of vampires. Some did say that people who went into that house, into the grounds, just disappeared. Never to be seen or heard of again. I really doubted that. Ghosts? Vampires? How gullible did they think I was?

It was Halloween in a few weeks time and I think that's why these stories were all being told, to set the atmosphere or something. I used to love Halloween when I was a child. I still do but not quite as much as I did then. Every year from when I was four to fifteen I would dress as a vampire. I had some sort of fascination about them. I had always loved the night time, the mysteries that it held.

I was walking past the 'haunted mansion' on my way to school today and I had an unnerving feeling that I felt eyes on me. I glanced around the street; most people were leaving for work or for the school run but none of them were paying attention to me as I walked to school.

I turned my gaze towards the large abandoned house, only barely being able to see the first floor windows over the jungle of weeds in the front garden. Nothing, no one. Not that I had expected to see anyone, after all, it was deserted. But I still couldn't shake the feeling I was being watched. I took a few more steps until I was directly in front of the gate leading into the front garden of the house. Ok, its official; I was beginning to get paranoid. Someone was definitely watching me. I could feel it. I stopped and turned my body towards the house, searching the upper floor windows for anyone, anything.

I was just beginning to think I was imagining it when my eyes came to rest on the last window. Staring out of it was a boy who looked roughly my age with windswept auburn hair, pale skin and was unnaturally beautiful. I felt hypnotised, I couldn't take my eyes off his, I couldn't make out what colour they were at this distance but there was something about them that made me think they could see straight into my soul.

The wind blew, whipping my hair across my face and stinging my eyes. I automatically blinked against it and in that moment, as soon as I opened my eyes, the boy was gone. I stared at the house for a few more minutes wondering, hoping he would reappear but he didn't. I had imagined it. That was all, what other explanation was there?

A/N: I know I have a lot of stories on the go right now so I may not update this story for a while and only when I get a sufficient response, so please review!