Hey guys, this is my very first fanfic. Criticize it and review please. After all constructive criticism is the best for a budding author. Just a note, Jake's going to apprear in later chapters. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything here except for Kyrie and the plot. All else belongs to the talented Mrs. Stephenie Meyer.

This isn't real. Please, someone, anyone, tell me that I'm dreaming. This is logically and scientifically impossible! I guess I should start from the beginning…

My name is Kyrie Castañeda, a Spanish local who traveled to the Philippines with my biological parents as a mere infant. Unfortunately my parents were the victims of an untimely accident thus leaving me orphaned and alone. I remained an orphan until I was seven. I was adopted on the thirteenth of May, one day after my birthday, by a peculiar couple. My new parents were named Isabella and Edward Cullen, so I became Kyrie Castañeda Cullen…

Back then I had no interest in why my new parents behaved so abnormally nor why we moved all the way to Alaska. I was happy, happy that somebody wanted to take care of me. Two complete strangers gave me a home, fed me, clothed me and most of all loved me. The constant snow was something I loved. In the Philippines, it had only rained. I could play in the snow long enough to give me hypothermia if mother didn't bring me back in to warm me every other hour.

From ages eight to fourteen were the happiest in my entire life. My adoptive mother, Bella, took good care of me and provided me with all the necessities and spoiled me occasionally. Our hair color and pale skin color matched so nobody could ever tell that I was adopted. My adoptive father, Edward, taught me about sports, music and literature. I learned the basics on how to ski and skate. He also taught me how to play the piano although I preferred the guitar. My favorite activity was reading though. Both my father and mother fueled my interest in books until it became insatiable. Our house had an entire room for a library. I started my schooling in Alaska as well. I didn't make too many friends because I always tended to isolate myself in books. Life I knew was perfect. I had parents who loved and cared for me.

The months rolled by and soon enough Christmas time came. The snow became deeper and the air had a nasty bite to it. My father made it our tradition to venture into the forest and cut a tree down while mother stayed in the house getting the decoration ready.

"Kyrie!" called father from the living room "Get out of those books and come down otherwise I'll leave you behind."

"Coming dad," I called back. I placed 'The Alchemyst' back on its shelf then ran down the stairs, pulling my snow boots on and grabbing my emerald green parka off the coat rack. My mother delicately wrapped a scarf around my neck before kissing me and my father good bye. I had to look away for three minutes because my parents always happened to get distracted when they kissed, forgetting I was still in the room. The second they pulled their seemingly glued lips apart, I grabbed my father's hand and rushed out into the snow. The white blanket crunched beneath our feet until we reached a spacious clearing in the forest behind the house. My father's tousled bronze hair whipped around in the wind yet he didn't look cold. I, on the other hand, was freezing. I felt his unmittened hand pat me lightly on the shoulder. His pale hand seemed to be perfectly sculpted instead of born. He and my mother were so perfect. Their beauty and grace seemed unnatural, so out of this world. I wouldn't have been surprised if they told me that they were something more than a normal human. I failed to catch the grimace that flickered against my father's face for a fraction of a second.

"So," said my father, bringing me back from my reverie "which tree here do you think would be perfect for the living room, sport?" My eyes scanned the trees surrounding the clearing. Most of the trees were much too large for the room. Some were too skinny. The others were much too young to cut.

"Why don't we cut this tree?" I pointed at a tree that was sitting on the rim of the clearing. My father gave me a dazzling smile before he slung his axe over his shoulder. The axe was half my height and the blade was probably heavier than me yet he carries it without any apparent difficulty…weird… Out of the corner of my eye I saw something white and furry scamper into the forest. My curiosity was sparked and that led me to follow it impulsively. It was a small snow fox. The white of its fur flitted in and out of view as I tried to keep pace with it. I had never seen a kit all on its own, away from its mother. I ventured after it, running deeper and deeper into the unknown forest. I ventured deep enough for the trees to block out the light of day. The trees themselves were gnarled and ancient. Some had what looked horribly like claw markings gouged into the trunk. The kit stopped suddenly, its nose high in the air sniffing. I hid behind an evergreen bush in case the mother decided to show up. The small kit started growling at the forest with its hackles raised. Something or someone was in there, waiting, watching. A low growl ripped through the air, scaring the kit off. Whatever was in those trees was definitely not human.

So what do you guys think? Remember, I'd like any kind of review, be it good or bad. If I get at least five I'll write the next chapter later. R&R s'il vous plait?

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