A/N This is my first attempt at a fan fiction. I thought I would try a bit of a different angle. Please bear with the story, Twilight Characters do come in within the next few chapters.
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**This Chapter has been updated and I decided to add a Prologue. Please enjoy!**

Prologue

My mind was telling me I shouldn't be in pain. But my body was on fire, and I couldn't stop screaming.

This wasn't my pain.

We had shared our pain before, but it was never this strong. And it was getting stronger.

I could feel searing heat flowing throughout my whole body, making it feel somehow stronger, but also seemingly killing off a part of me.

Was I dying? Was she dying?

I screamed louder. Why weren't they helping us? Why wouldn't they make it stop?

Chapter 1

DPOV

"Mum, I don't want to go and live in the States." I frowned "My life is here in Oxford, all my friends are here, my school's here and I've started to fall in love. Now you're saying we have to move four thousand miles away!"

"Don't be like that sweetie. You know how difficult the last year has been for all of us. I thought that you would be exited to start over. It will be like going on an adventure". I saw a tear roll down her cheek. I guessed that she was thinking about our father and the hell we had all gone through dealing with his death. She quickly brushed the tear aside and put on a brave face before continuing. "I understand it will be tough leaving your friends behind but you'll make new ones and you still have your sister. As for 'falling in love'" she said using air quotes, "You and Matt have only been dating for a month and you're too young to know what love is."

That last comment really stung and I couldn't help answering back "God Mum why must you always treat me like a child? You have no idea what I feel and right now, believe me, you don't want to know." I was already seething by this point and I knew I couldn't bottle my anger much longer (I was only just controlling it now). I would have to leave the room before I said something that I would end up regretting.

As I turned on my heel to leave, Josephine called out "Mum, why don't you let Dawnafus know what you got her?" I could see the excitement lighting up my sister's face. Both the comment and her expression had piqued my interest. I turned round and shot an inquiring look at Mum.

"So?" I asked.

"Well when we move to the States, to help you both with the transition, I thought I'd get you a... little something." Can you believe it, my Mother, who once she starts talking never normally shuts up, decides that she's gonna put in a dramatic pause like that stupid quiz show on TV.

"Mum you do realize that there aren't any adverts in real life right? You don't have to do the whole dramatic pause thing, you can just tell me." I was really starting to lose my patience with her. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Josephine had a Cheshire cat grin spreading from ear to ear. So she would be benefiting from this gift as well. Wait a minute why had Mum told her about it before me?

After what had seemed like a lifetime sat on the plane from London to Port Angeles (in reality it was only 8 hours) we had finally landed and began piling into the car that would take us to our new home in Forks, Washington. Sitting in the back seat listening to the rain lashing down on the car, I thought back to the plane journey. I was glad that due to Mum's inheritance we were able to afford first class tickets. I didn't even want to think about how much worse the flight would have been if we had been forced to sit like sardines in economy.

So Mum had finally spilled the beans that her gift was a car of my very own. Apparently she felt it was time that Josephine and I had more independence. I had a suspicion that it was more to do with the fact she was fed up of ferrying us to school and back every day as she needed her car for work.

The three of us walked into the garage for the grand 'unveiling' of my new car. Mum and Josephine had turned into complete freaks. Why were they practically leaping for joy? I was sure that it was just gonna be a little run around car that would get us from A to B. There was no need to get so excited. But when Mum pulled the sheet off the car to expose it, I understood why they had been so excited. The car was stunning.

"Wow" I exclaimed. I couldn't form a coherent sentence at the moment, I was so taken aback by what I was looking at. They had not just brought me a car, they had got me my dream car, a 1967 Chevy Carmaro. It wasn't quite perfect though, rather than being bright yellow it was a blue colour, it also needed a new stereo. Oh well I could forbear these minor flaws, it was gonna be so much more fun to drive than the crappy Ford Fiesta I was used to back home. I couldn't wait to phone Matt and tell him what my surprise gift was. He's always wanted to drive an American classic. Maybe when he came to visit I would let him take it for a ride, after I had a ride of my own... I could feel a blush rise to my cheek and quickly turned to walk around the car to hide my face, and check it out from the back.

"So Dawnafus, what do you think about the colour? Gorgeous right?" Josephine asked smirking. I wasn't sure if she looked that way because she had caught the blush or whether it was just excitement.

"I should have known that this was your input" I chuckled, after all blue was her favourite colour.

"Mum, this is too much. It must have cost a fortune" I said hugging her.

"I got a really good deal actually" She smiled. "Come on, lets take it out for a spin" She said pulling the driver door open for me.

"Maybe tomorrow" I said shutting the door again "I promised Matt that I would call him when we arrived." Just the thought of him had me smiling again. The blush that had gone reappeared slightly. I didn't miss the obligatory eye roll I got from Josephine, the one she gave every time I mentioned Matt. She didn't seem to approve of him, something silly about his messy hair. Little did she know that his hair only looked like that after I had my way with him and twisted my fingers through it just the way he liked. With that thought I skipped back to the house to go call him.

JPOV

"It's ok Dawnafus, I'm here. Just let it all out, it'll be ok" I said the words over again as I stroked back her brown hair from her face where it had become damp through her tears, and let her cry into my lap. When she was upset, I felt it too, and I couldn't help a few tears falling from my eyes as well.

"But I.. miss him.. so much.. how can.. this ever.. get better?" she sobbed. I'm pretty sure she was referring to Matt but she may have also been talking about Dad.

I just hugged her and rubbed her back and repeated my words of comfort while she got it out of her system. After another half an hour of sobs and hugs, my sister finally cried herself to sleep. I maintained the gentle pats on her back for a while as I let my mind wander.

It had been this way for the last few days. Each day Dawnafus would be fine, a little red around the eyes but otherwise coping quite well. But when mum had gone to bed she'd come into my room and cry about her boyfriend. Well, ex. They had tried to make it work long-distance, but without the physical side of things, it just crumbled.

We had only been in Forks a couple of weeks. Our mother had decided that Oxford wasn't a safe place anymore. In fact, she thought moving to the opposite side of the world would be the only way of escaping everything that had happened.

After a while, cuddled up with Dawnafus, I finally drifted off to sleep too.

The next day Dawnafus and I were going shopping for the last time before we started at our new school. We had supplies and new clothes to buy, so obviously our moods were a bit brighter. She drove us to Port Angeles in her new car, the BIG buy-off to get us to give in to the move. It was the car Dawnafus had always dreamed of having. But Mum had let me have a say in the colour. I refused point blank to ride in a bright yellow car (the colour Dawnafus would have picked). Midnight blue was a much better choice, and hardly clashed with any of our clothes.

After a good five hours shopping, we had decided on our "first day" outfits and had all the pens and pencils we could ever need, so we made our way home.

"What do you think it's going to be like at school on Monday?" I asked Dawnafus. I was getting a bit nervous. I didn't want to be classed as some kind of loser straight away.

"Probably a lot of gawking and staring at the 'newbie's'. It doesn't help being twins. But we handled secondary school in England with three times the amount of students. We're gunna be fine"

"Yeah, I guess." We always knew how to cheer the other up. But it was difficult when we were both struggling with the same situation. I decided to change the subject. "You definitely agree that the denim skirt goes best with the second top with the sleeves right?"

And with that we divulged into a lengthy conversation about what we would wear on which day, weather permitting. Ok, so it was mostly me doing the talking. I love clothes!

By the time we arrived home I had practically sorted out our next two weeks wardrobe selections. Dawnafus went off to read one of the books she was half way through, while I decided to email my faraway friends back in the UK.

That evening followed what had become our usual routine. After, saying goodnight to mum, brushing our teeth and settling onto my bed, Dawn's tears began again. She had only been with Matt for a month, but they had spent most nights together, so that's when it hit her most. Shopping can only hold off the sadness for so long.

It's not like he was even that great though, in my opinion. Sure he wasn't too bad on the eyes, but I wasn't much of a piercing lover. And the hair! If you're going to grow it out, at least brush it once in a while!! But as I said, this was my opinion. Dawnafus was quite sure he was the most perfect man out there.

Our last day of freedom before school was spent relaxing and relishing in the fact we had nothing to do. I spent most of the day on my laptop or watching some of the TV shows I had gotten into. We went to bed early, hoping the extra sleep would aid us in our first day of American high school.

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