AN: So don't know if you can tell but this is my first fanfiction. Hopefully I get an OK response.

Um so cant really reveal much but basically Kate (nothing to do with Denali Kate, just like the name) is a high school junior who sees Cullens and thinks (rightfully so) that they are vampires. She knows what a vampire looks like because she had a previous experience with one (major factor later in story). Normal pairings, about fifty years after BD but no Nessie, not because I didnt like her but because my story just took a different route. Truthfully I don't have anything against BD, so hope I dont piss anyone off.

So......hope you enjoy

This is almost exactly like what I had posted before but with minute changes. Something was bothering me about version one.


Vampires!!

My heart started pumping full of adrenaline and my muscles tensed.

I couldn't believe this.

No, no no!!! Not again…..

I could feel my body began to tremble from the tension of physically staying still while my mind ran wild trying to make sense of this.

I had just sat down at my usual table where I spent the lunch period alone and reading. It had not always been like this, me alone. When I first started high school I had many friends. Most of them just because of, well….not going there.

But I was liked and envied; now, I was pitied and disliked. Such a turn around in just a couple of years. But the reason for that 360 degree was sitting a couple of tables down towards the back of the cafeteria.

I had just happened to glance up and see the six new students.

Suddenly the head of one of them snapped up and stared in my direction. I quickly turned my head to avoid his eyes. The face of Taylor flashed thru my mind and the fear and despair increased ten fold.

Should I scream and warn everyone?

No they would think that I was crazy, as if they didn't think that already.

Should I run away?

But they weren't attacking

Why are they not attacking?

Were they bidding their time?

A million thoughts ran thru my head before coming to a conclusion.

No, no they can't be vampires. What would six vampires be doing at a high school posing as students? I could not come up with any logical explanations. Even though they looked so much like him. Pale skin, beautiful, lean muscular bodies, but the eyes were different.

My breathing and heart rate slowed once I began to calm down. I shook my head slowly. Maybe I was crazy. I was used to seeing these beings in my dreams but never when I was awake.

I was portraying my fears on a group of innocent new kids, I chastised myself, just because they looked different

I caught a glimpse of the auburn haired one's eyes before I glanced away. They were honey colored, not red. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement at the strangers table. There was a tiny short girl with spiky black hair. A muscular bulky guy who had curly hair was seated with his back to me along with a blonde girl who I imagined by the way guys were staring at her was gorgeous. A blonde guy that looked bored. There was also a girl with beautiful soft features and long flowing brown hair. She was leaning into the gorgeous guy with bronze hair that kept looking around the table. They all seemed a bit old to be in high school.

Whatever, they were not of my concern.

The whole school had been buzzing with excitement at their arrival. The new arrivals were absolutely stunning apparently. I haven't really paid any attention to them until now since I mostly kept to myself. But I have heard many murmurings of girls wandering if any of the guys were single. Especially swooning over someone name Edward.

I distracted myself still tying to calm my still racing heart by carefully glancing at their table. The boys around the cafeteria were practically drooling over the females at that table. But none of them seemed to take any notice of any one else other than the ones that were in their company.

Probably snobbish and shallow.

On the other hand if I had guys like that sitting with me I wouldn't glance at anyone else either.

They were probably annoyed with all the staring. I knew that their father was Dr. Carlisle Cullen because my aunt worked as a nurse at the hospital and gave me all the gossip the night before. Apparently they were all adopted. I found it strange that even though they were not related they all seemed to have the same pale skin with honey colored eyes.

I sat alone at the end of the long cafeteria table and tried to continue to read silently, hardly touching my food. After the incident no one knew what to do with me so they have decided to leave me alone. It didn't help that I almost ended up at a psyche ward but I learned to keep my mouth shut, a little too late though. The damage was done, I was pegged a freak. Telling stories of fictional characters didn't necessary make one popular. I kinda knew how they felt being ogled at. I had been the talk of the town for several months after my little incident. Sometimes I still hear whispers behind my back but I have learned how to ignore them. I have had much worse. Gossip wasn't going to break me after what I went through.

Walking to my next class, I convinced myself that they couldn't be vampires. First of all, they were out during the day.

I mean vampires couldn't come out during the day, right?

They would burn into a crisp or something.

I walked with my head down as I usually did when I entered my Spanish class and proceeded to my seat towards the back of the class. I dropped my books and supplies with a thump at my desk, exhausted from the near emotional breakdown at lunch. I had been numb so long now that any semblance of feelings caused me to get tired.

As I sat I accidentally shook my desk a bit and dropped my pen to the floor. Before I could reach down to retrieve it, a smooth white hand picked it up and placed it back on my desk. I slowly turned and saw the girl with the brown hair smiling at me.

"Um thanks" I stammered. She just nodded and turned back towards the front of the class.

I continued to stare mesmerized by her. She was beautiful. Honey-colored eyes smooth blemished free pale skin, perfect lips and high cheekbones. While most of my classmates still looked like kids, this girl seemed as if she belonged on the front page of a fashion magazine, instead of in a desk in my Spanish class. As if she could feel my stare, she minutely turned her head. I glanced away quickly.


AN: Whatcha think? Yes, no, I should stick to reading and forever forgo my attempts at writing. (Um I didn't think I was THAT bad). But that's your opinion.

So please review. Have about two more chapters that I will definitely put up but the rest depends on the response (or lack of) that I receive. So please please review. Will also appreciate CONSTRUCTIVE criticism (you don't have to be cruel people).

I know story is a bit slow in beginning but I think later chapters will be more entertaining.