Chapter One: A New House...Not a Home

My name is Keira Swan and I'm not like others. My mother Isabella Swan was one of the few who knew my secret. My father is over one hundred years old in a seventeen year olds body. He's a vampire, the living dead. My mother though she is now gone into the afterlife was a human. No one knows exactly how I was able to be conceived only that I was but no one knows this secret except for three people. Jason Isaacs-a hybrid himself, my mother, and myself.

Perhaps you're wondering why my own father doesn't know its because he never knew I existed. He left a few days after my mother and him slept together. He was a one night stand, in that sense, and he broke my mother's heart. I don't hate him not really but I don't love him...I'm indifferent to him. All I know of him is that his name is Edward Cullen. But now I'm going back, back to place that could very well reveal my secret and all the other secrets that go with it. I'm returning to Forks, Washington with Jason and my stepfather Neil.

Neil knew nothing of either of my secrets in fact he knew nothing of me and he liked it that way as did I. We didn't see eye to eye and because of it we never spoke to one another we merely existed in each other's space. Jason was my rock, my center. He was the one who held me when I cried at my mother's funeral, who let me curse at him when I was really cursing the world, who stood up for me when other kids called me a freak. I was absolutely in love with him but to afraid to lose him to admit it and he was also my adopted brother.

Mom had begged Neil to adopt and at first he had said no that if they were to have kids it would be biologically their own but she had insisted after she confessed to him that she could no longer have children, there had been to many complications when I was born. Finally he agreed when I was eight and I remembered the day that we went to an orphanage (for lack of a better word.) it was a day I was likely to never forget.

Flashback

We were at an orphanage where to many sad faces dwelled. Mom said that we were here to pick me out a new brother or sister for me. I didn't really understand because weren't new brothers or sisters supposed to be babies that cried all the time, most of the kids here were older then me.

Mom and Neil told me to wait in the living room like space while they talked to the social worker and the woman who worked at the orphanage. Awkwardness began to surround me while I saw the few kids that were in the room with me whisper and laugh as they pointed at me. Tears came to my eyes as I brushed them away angrily...I wouldn't let them see me cry, wouldn't let them know that they had won.

"Hey, my name is Jason. Yours?" I looked over at the voice startled to see a boy about my age perhaps a year or so older standing right beside me. He had long hair that came to his shoulders and I knew somehow that if it had been put on any other guy they would have looked like a girl but Jason didn't. His skin was darker, tanner then most and he looked cute with his dark brown eyes that seemed to swirl with black, like rivers circling over and over again . They were beautiful.

"Keira." I told him simply feeling a blush rise up to my cheeks. He smiled back at me with a grin that clearly said he understood, what he understood exactly I wasn't sure.

"Nice to meet you Keira," Looking over at the other kids in the room who were still laughing but were also listening attentively. "Um...come with me please that way we won't have to deal with them." With a nod of his head in the general direction of the other kids.

"Ok." I nodded as he turned away only to turn back and grab my hand and then he began walking. I followed trying to ignore the yells behind us while trying to figure out, and failing to, where he was taking us.

Finally he stopped as he closed a final door behind him before he turned to look at the view in front of him, I hastily did the same. The summer sun was nearly scalding but the way it glinted of the rocks and sparse plant life was pretty in its own way. But it didn't stop me from hating the sun...I hated it with a passion which wasn't a good thing seeing as I lived in Phoenix, Arizona.

I watched at Jason took a seat on the steps that led of the porch and to the ground. Sitting down beside him we sat in silence and for a brief second I wondered if he was going to talk at all and then the thought was gone and I knew that this silence would be rewarding more so then an actual conversation. I felt something stir within me, a weird feeling that somehow told me that Jason was like me. A loner, outsider, outcast, freak. That knowledge made me feel more connected to him then anyone else in the world even my own mother who though was amazing never truly understood.

I wasn't sure how long we sat there staring out at nothing at all the while his hand had found its way once more to mine and was now clasping it gently though somewhat desperately. As if he were afraid to let go, as if I was his life boat in the middle of a raging ocean. Soon a commotion from inside the house caught my attention and before I could wonder out loud what was going on the door opened to reveal my mother, Neil, the social worker, and the orphanage owning lady.

"I'm so sorry he's never done anything like this. Jason has been with us from the day he was born...he still had the gooey substances of birth left on him when I found him outside my door crying so mournfully it sounded like a wolf howling the loss of its pack. You can have a meeting with any of the children you wish and see which one best fits your lifestyle." Her voice at the end sounded desperate and I could feel their surprise when they saw the two of us sitting together peacefully.

Standing up I looked at my mom dead in the eye and said.

"There's no need for that. We'll take him." My voice authoritative as I patted Jason on the head,

"I'm not a dog you know." Jason told me dryly. I let a giggle escape my lips.

"Hush, boy." I told him as if speaking to a misbehaving dog. Looking back at my mom I saw that she had tears in her eyes and that she was smiling...a knowing and yet happy smile.

End of Flashback.

Mom and Neil talked about it and agreed within a few minutes and an hour and a half later Jason was sitting with me in the back seat a smile on his face. That day was the best day ever and from that day on Jason and me were inseparable.

A tugging at my shirt made me look around only to find Jason grinning slyly at me. Cocking an eyebrow I placed my hands on my hips and forced myself not to laugh.

"What do you want?" I asked making sure to make myself sound irritated Jason merely smiled wider before raising his hands up in the air.

"A million dollars, a hooker, a car, something to eat...those things for starters." His voice was rougher then most and lower to but it had the ability to wash over and me and everyone else as if it was silk.

I couldn't help the giggle that came out and at the sound I saw his smile widen even more.

"Just for starters? Who knew a hooker, a meal, a car, and money all wanted at the same time. Congratulations Jason I do believe you just summed up the thought in every guys head across the world." I mocked clapped as he bowed slightly causing me to laugh again. This time he laughed with me and I let myself drink up the sound of it, the sound that never got old.

A car horn blared to the left of us and we both turned to see Neil in his car, a mustang convertible. Jason shot me a look of annoyance and I rolled my eyes back at him as we both made our way to the car. Once in the backseat I laid my head on Jason's shoulder thought he protested. I just whacked him upside the head and told him to shush.

Sleep rarely visited me anymore but when it did I welcomed it gladly and as I fell into the abyss of sleep I felt two strong arms wrap around me and I couldn't help but smile softly.

The problem though was that when I slept it felt as if no time passed from when I lost consciousness and when I regained it. Two minutes asleep or two days felt the same. So I was always grouchy when I woke up because what was the point in sleeping if you never felt refreshed when you woke back up.

"Come on sleeping beauty time to wake up...or do I have to carry you to your room?" Came the amused voice of the one and only Jason. I blearily opened my eyes and blinked up at him.

"Why are you holding me in the first place?" I noticed that we were no longer in the car but in a yard.

"Well, Neil really wanted to go to town, perhaps I'm not the only one who wants a hooker, and he wasn't waiting for me to wake you up so I either picked you up and got you out of the car or you joined him wherever he was going." He stated simply and I nearly laughed at his expression, he was so proud.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure that's it. I know the truth pup you just wanted to hold me. Now put me down!" I demanded the last sharply ignoring his pouted lip as I took in my surroundings.

A small house stood in front of us...it was one story and looked nothing like my, our, home back in Phoenix. The outside of the house was completely white except for the cream colored shutters. All in all it was rather bland. The yard looked more like an undersized meadow that had never see a lawn mower, the grass was up to my waist.

"Home sweet home." Jason said into the silence that descended upon us. I smiled though it looked more like a grimace before shaking my head.

"Its not home." My voice was sad as I began walking up to the white front door. I heard Jason take a deep breath as he followed me.

"Then where is home Ria?" It was his personal nickname for me and never would I let another person call me it or any nickname for that matter.

"I'm not sure...but its not here. Not here." The last two words were whispered as Jason closed the front door behind us. I felt his hand on my shoulder and I instinctively leaned into his chest allowing his presence calm me.

"The decorator I hope was not paid for this job, if so it was money wasted." His voice was light and I knew he was trying to lighten up my suddenly sullen mood. It worked only because his words rang true.

The walls were white and there was no furniture what so ever...the room that I figured was the living room was blank, a canvass that nobody had taken the time to paint. It saddened me to know that nobody would at least not until we moved out and someone else moved in. The rest of the house was in the same condition...white...or an off white with no furniture.

"Great...where's the straight jacket cause I'm in the insane asylum now?" I sighed as I dropped my bag that contained a week worth of clothes and a picture of my mom, Jason, and me all together sitting in front of our old two story house.

"I don't know...but this isn't like any asylum I've ever heard of," I looked at him questioningly. "They don't usually let them sleep coed." He explained simply. I almost laughed until I realized something...there was two bedrooms...one of them, the biggest of course, was Neil's while the smallest was Jason's and mine.

"You are so sleeping on the couch, No arguments." I told him furiously. He lazily swatted my finger away from his face.

"Aww I'm not feeling any love. Besides why should I get the couch...you're the one that rarely ever sleeps." He had a point his body did require more sleep then mine did but he also had the annoying ability to be able to fall asleep anywhere. He had fallen asleep while standing up once while waiting in the lunch line of our old school and he was nearly impossible to wake up once he fell asleep.

"I should get the bed and not the couch for one main reason...I'm a girl and it would rude for a gentleman to have a bed and the girl have a measly couch." My voice was just soft enough that his eyes melted just a bit and his shoulders slumped just a little, I had won. Though in the end there was no reason for battle there was no couch nor was there a bed.

Walking over to me with a sober a sober expression on my face I braced myself for whatever he was about to say. I should have known he would never admit to defeat...he was to proud. Laying a hand on both my shoulders he lowered his face down to mine his warm breath blowing in my face causing a shiver to radiate down my spine. His lips stopping half an inch in front of my own...my sluggishly beating heart began beating faster then normal...I heard him chuckle softly before slowly moving his lips up to my ear, not breaking eye contact until the last second.

"Ria, I'm no gentleman." His words were soft and low...causing my heart to stutter. Then he was gone out of the room to some other place in the house.

Exhaling slowly I breathed in a shaky breath before shaking my head laughter bubbling up in my throat. No matter where we went Jason was always the same his actions never wavered into new ones and for that I was grateful. With every change that had happened in my life and would continue to happen he remained ever the same. A statue that does not wither or erode over time but stays as it always was knowing that is how it always will be.

A/N This will be about Keira and Jason's relationship mostly and how they fit in with the Cullens as well as it will be focusing on Edward and Keira's relationship. please review even if you hate it.