Hello, this is my third Fanfic. I have read the Twilight saga so many times, so I figured I should probably write a fanfiction for it. But there were some things from the Night World series that I thought were pretty darn awesome, so I added those in here. A description of my Twilight/Night World vampire:

Twilight features:

Red/Golden eyes

Venom changes you into a vampire

Pale, cold skin

Really fast, and strong

Supernatural powers

Night World features:

Not allowed to love a human

Can be killed with wood-but only a certain kind of wood, maple, and they have to be pierced through the heart.

Telepathic Mind control

I may add to this list in future chapters if I must. I own the plot, which I am very proud of. And the characters, aside from the Volturi if I put them in the story. I don't own Twilight. It belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I also don't own Night World. It belongs to L. J. Smith. Here's the story. Oh, and I apologize in advance for the abundance of author's notes. If I have something to say, I will say it. And don't try to tell me otherwise.

I was running. I loved running. It felt wonderful. I had long legs, so I could run unusually fast. Still, it wasn't fast enough. In case you can't guess, I love going fast. It gives me a thrill. The faster, the better. Up to a point. Unfortunately, I can't reach that point by running. Oh well, I would just keep trying to go faster at running.

Of course then I started dreaming about running as fast as a cheetah, and then a plane, and then overtaking the plane. And winning Olympic medals. Pardon my overactive imagination.

My legs were getting tired, so I slowed down. I wasn't far from my house now, so I figured I could walk the rest of the way. Another wave of disappointment washed over me as I remembered (for the fifth time that day) that it was the last day of summer holidays, and tomorrow I would have to go back to another three and a half months of torture before my next vacation. Sigh. I would have to make the most of this day. I had already gone swimming, done a few backflips of the high dive. I had played Mario Kart a bit. I had finished my book. Oh no. I was out of things to do. On the last day of summer vacation, that was not good.

I took the key to my house out from inside my bike handle-bar. I had come up with the hiding spot. I went to my house and unlocked the door. Once inside, I tossed the key down on the counter and flopped down on the couch. I would re-hide the key later. Actually, I would tell myself to hide the key, and then forget by the time it actually came around to doing it.

I turned on the TV and changed the channel from the news to one that I didn't pay attention to what it was called. All I knew was that American Idol was on right now on it.

And so went the last day of summer holidays. My mom came home. We cooked supper. My dad came home. We ate. I started reading a new book. I went to bed at around 10:00. Normally I wouldn't go to bed that soon, but I figured sleeping in all summer would have its effects in the morning.

In the morning

"River!"

"Unhh?"

My brain had definitely not understood what had just been said. I think it had been my name, but I wasn't sure. "River, wake up!"

Yeah, that was definitely my name. "I don't want to wake up!" I called back.

I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow. I heard my mom walk into my room. A few seconds later, I felt my cat, Rosethorn, jump onto my head and start pawing at me. She had gotten her name because of her bad habit of scratching as a kitten. Thankfully, she had learned to keep her claws in. I rolled back over and pet her. "Okay, I'm getting up," I told my mom, "You are so annoying," I added to Rosethorn.

I got up and went to the bathroom to brush my hair out. I had apparently had a fitful sleep, because my dark red hair was a mess. It was tangled and stuck out at odd places. Grabbing the hairbrush, I combed through the knots, and then smoothed it back into a ponytail.

As I finished my hair I took a glance at my watch. 8:13. Crap. I had to be at school in a half an hour. And since I didn't have my license yet, I had to bike, which meant it would take an extra five minutes to bike to school. Crap.

I ran up to the kitchen, grabbed a piece of bread from the bag, and smeared some honey on it. I ran around frantically, trying to make sure I had all my stuff. I grabbed my over-stuffed backpack, put on my beloved flip-flops, and ran out onto my bike.

When I finally got to school, I was out of breath. I glanced at my watch. 8:30. I gave a loud groan/sigh/angry animal noise. School didn't start for another fifteen minutes. Since I didn't have anything better to do, I went into school and walked to my 10th grade classroom. That was weird. I was so used to being a freshman. Now I was a sophomore. It was strange to picture myself like that. I was used to picturing last years sophomore's when I heard the word. Now I would have to shift my whole perspective. Just my luck, when I first got to the classroom, it was still locked. Aagh! This is why I hate the first day of school. I plopped myself down in front of the door. At least the first day was on a Thursday. That meant tomorrow was Friday and then we had a long weekend, due to the fact that Monday was a local holiday.

Another thing I had to look forward to. We were getting two new kids in our class. Both of them were boys, which was a very good thing. There wasn't exactly much selection in our class for guys. Hopefully at least one of them looked nice. "You here early too?" I heard a familiar voice ask.

I looked up from where I was sitting against the door. There stood Eva, my friend from last year. "Yup, woke up late and rushed over here," I told her.

"My mom insisted I get here in time, and now, well, I'm definitely here on time," she smiled.

We sat against the door and visited for a while. Soon the rest of our class came filing in. Our teacher came as well and unlocked the door. I walked in and placed my stuff on a desk towards the middle/back of the room. Best spot to be if you want to take an inconspicuous nap. The teacher pays attention to the very back, and up front is super obvious. I plugged my ipod into my ears and laid my head on my desk. I hated mornings.

Every time someone walked in the door, I looked up to see who it was. Somewhere in the middle, the two new boys came in. As soon as I looked up, I thought, My hopes for selection have been answered.

They were beautiful. I had never seen anyone like them. Well, there was that one guy I saw when I went to Ottawa. He was pretty darn cute. But nowhere near these two. They made supermodels look like hoboes.

One boy had dark hair, which shone slightly in the fluorescent lights, and was down to his ears and very straight. His eyes looked bright red from where I stood. He must have those coloured contacts. His skin was pale, and he looked sort of tired, like he hadn't slept well the night before. He must have had nerves from starting a new school. I'd had really bad nerves when I started here in grade four. The guy was tallish, not crazily so, but enough to notice it, and he had a muscular build. He was the hotter of the two.

The other kid had dark blonde hair, in the same style as the first guy. His face had the same angular shape as the dark-haired guys, so I figured they were brothers. They also had the same tired look on their faces, and the same pale skin tone. This kid had almost the same eye colour, but his was a sort of burnt auburn colour. More contacts. He was slightly taller than the first boy, but less muscular. He was still unbelievably gorgeous, but not as much as the first guy.

The two guys went to the teacher's desk and muttered something I didn't catch. She nodded pleasantly and gestured around the room. They must have asked where to sit. The guy with the dark hair went and sat at the back; the guy with the blonder hair headed my direction and sat down by me!

"Hello," he began, "My name is Paul. Over there is my brother, Desmond."

I smiled awkwardly back at him. "I'm River."

"That's an unusual name for a girl."

Trying to go with the conversation, I shrugged and replied, "It suits me, I'm unusual for a girl."

What I said was true. I was a tomboy, through and through. I was currently wearing my favourite choice of clothing, jeans and a t-shirt. I raced my bike and was as fast as almost all the guys in my class. I never wore make up and I didn't mind getting dirty. I went looking for frogs and insects, and I started fires better than anyone I'd ever seen.

The teacher interrupted our conversation by telling us that we could go and pick our lockers now. I grabbed my backpack off the back of my desk and slung it over one shoulder. Following the mob of students, I walked out of the room into the hallway. I met up with Eva and picked a locker beside her, not too far away from homeroom. I started to unload my stuff into my locker, and then paused when I saw Desmond coming to claim a locker with me. "Is this locker taken?" he asked.

"No," I said, "You can take it. Unless there was another one you wanted to take. But then you probably wouldn't have asked if this one was free. Sorry, I wasn't thinking very much I guess."

He smiled serenely at me, looking as though he was just putting up with me. "All the other lockers are taken, so I guess I'll take this one."

As he unloaded his stuff into his locker, I mentally slapped myself in the face. Aah! I was such an idiot. I had totally blown any chances of him asking me out. Why did I talk too much when I got nervous? Why couldn't I just stutter or do something normal? Why, why, why? Eva laughed at my expression. "At least he went in the locker beside you," she said.

"Yeah, cause everywhere else was full," I snapped.

"That was just a lie so that he could go beside you and make it look like he had to. See, look. People are still taking lockers.

Sure enough, there were still students opening lockers to load with their school stuff. Eva gave a knowing smile and went back to her locker.

Was I ever glad I had a friend who was part girly-girl. Otherwise I'd never have known what to do. Now I knew that I still had a chance with Desmond, and if not him, his adorable brother Paul.

At the end of the day

I walked back to my locker at the end of geography class. That had to be my most boring class. But I needed it to be a palaeontologist, so I would endure. As I loaded my homework into my backpack, Desmond came down from the other end of the hall. He opened his locker and put away his history books. After that, he turned to me and said, "Do you know if there's anything going on in town this weekend?"

"I think that there's a dance at the park on Friday night. There'll be fireworks and probably some snacks. I don't know all the details yet."

"How about you give me a call once you find out," he answered, scribbling down his number on a sheet of loose-leaf and handing it to me.

I took the number and casually placed it in my pocket. "Thanks, I'll call you soon."

He nodded and put his back pack over his shoulder, then turned and left the school. Eva gave me a proud look. "Nice," she said.

"What?"

"He gave you his number, idiot!"

"So I could call him about the dance on Friday," I reasoned.

She sighed and shook her head. "You are totally clueless. When a guy gives you his number, it is good. Usually it's the other way around, but it doesn't particularly matter. At least he didn't use any pick-up lines to get your number. Pick-up lines always fall into two categories: dorky, or nasty. You wouldn't believe some of the things guys have said to me to try to get my number. This one guy said-"

"I don't need to know," I said hurriedly.

"Okay. See you tomorrow," she said, and walked off to her house near the school.

I walked out of the school and got on my bike. I rode home quickly and watched a bit of TV. Then I figured I better find out the details of the party tomorrow. I picked up the phone and called Dominic, who had organized the party. The phone rang once, twice, and then he answered. "Hello?"

"Hi Dominic, it's River."

"Hey River, what's up?"

"I was calling about the party tomorrow…"

"You want to know what's happening?"

"You're a mind reader."

"Well, it's starting at around 8:30, and it'll probably go to about sometime between midnight and one in the morning. There's gonna be hot dogs and burgers, and some pop. You can bring a CD to put in the playlist pile if you want. There's a limit of three CD's per person. That's about it. Can you try to spread the word a bit? There aren't many people going yet."

"Yeah, I can do that. Desmond wanted to go; I actually have to call him back to tell him what time and stuff. Thanks for the info."

"Your welcome. See ya."

"Yeah. Bye."

The line went dead and I hung the phone up. I then pulled the little piece of paper out of my pocket and dialled the number written on it. The phone rang only once before it was answered. "Hello?" came Paul's voice out of the receiver.

"Hi. Can I please speak to Desmond?"

"Who's calling?"

"It's River."

"Okay, one minute please."

The line was quiet for a little while, and then Desmond's voice was on the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi Desmond. It's River."

"Oh, hi River. Did you find out what's happening at the party tomorrow?"

"Yeah. It starts at 8:30, and it goes until around midnight or one. There'll be food and drinks there. If you want you can bring some CD's to put in the playlist pile, but you can't bring more than three. That's pretty much it. Do you think you'll be able to come?"

"Yes, I should be there. I think Paul was wanting to come too. Is that all right?"

"The more the merrier."

"Okay, I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"Okay. Good-bye."

I hung up. The rest of my evening went the same as yesterday. By the time I went to bed, I was completely excited for school to come, because it meant I would be able to see Desmond again.

And so ends the first chapter. They're gonna be short, because I'm working on another fanfiction, and I can update more if I keep the chapters short. Please review my story. Every chapter if you want, i don't mind. I love reviews! THey are wonderful! Even if you tell me my plot is crappy and i have the worst writing you've ever read, i don't care!