AN: hello! And thank you for reading my story, I hope you enjoy it, I believe that this story will have my full attention for a while, so expect another update sometime in the future .

About the plot: I stole some ideas from the book "the society of S" so if you have read that book you may see some similaritys.

This story will go along with the same timeline as the book Twilight, I'm not gonna take out major parts of the story, like when Edward leaves.

I will try to make it a great story with the characters acting like themselves, not what I WANT them to act like (hate AU and out of character)

Well, ENJOY!

Chapter one "Could he be…?"

As I ran through the forest gusts of wind blew past me, the exhilarating feel of the cold winter air filled me with a long lost sensation. I felt at home as I ran-large evergreen trees quickly passing me by. It was perfect.

I laughed to myself as I jumped over a moss covered log, it felt so good to run free—to good.

A feeling of dread enclosed on me and I halted my fast pace. In panic I surveyed my scenery. The night sky showed brightly with a full moon giving the forest a eerie glow. Something was wrong. . . I couldn't tell what, but deep in my chest I could feel it. The heavy weight sank deeper and deeper on my heart. A cold sweat broke on my skin.

The cracking of a branch caught my attention and I quickly turned around in a panic, the scenery spinning in my vision. I tried to call out but my voice wouldn't come, it was held back in fear.

'why was I so afraid?'

In a swirl of chaos I got my answer.

Staring at me, at a disturbingly close proximity was the beast. His eyes filled with a freighting glean. On his face was a smirk, but that quickly disappeared behind a look of disgust.

In that moment I knew my life would come to an end.

It was an odd feeling- even though I knew my fate came closer and closer, even though I knew that this beast would be my down fall-I felt at peace.

It was an odd sensation, one that only came when you knew a story was coming to an end. The sinking feeling after the climax.

I've been waiting for this moment since the day I was born in to this fate. It was only natural.

As he glared at me with hate filled eyes, a smile came to my face.

"I'm ready." I say with a shaky voice. . . But to my surprise my fate never comes, I wait, and wait but he never strikes. He just stands their, glairing.

Why won't he strike?

The anticipation is worse than death.

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I awoke with a jump from the terrifying dream, my hands still trembling. Looking around I quickly composed my self- I was after all- in my English class.

"Its good to see that you finally regained consciousness miss Fleur" the naisly voice of Mr. Higgins spoke form the front of the class.

"sorry" I murmed, looking down to the wood pattern desk

"As I was saying, It was ambition that was the down fall of Macbeth—" but before the teacher could finish his statement I interrupted "It doesn't help that his wife was a power hungry women who would kill anyone as long as it meant him being king and her being queen." I may have been asleep most of the class, but I was not gonna let the teacher think I didn't know what was going on.

"why yes, that doesn't help the situation for him at all" he replied with a smirk, glad to see that I was-although lazy- a bright girl after all.

I looked around the class room, and smiled at the fact that no one seemed to be looking back at me, or desperately trying to introduce themselves. It was the second week of my move to this small town of Forks, and the school seemed to finally accept that I didn't talk to people-at last not for fun. I would talk to teachers about school subjects, I would debate subjects in class, but I didn't socialize with people unnecessarily. Even after a year of living on my own, Being social was still not an easy thing for me.

I grew up in a small town much like this one, but my father and I kept to our selves mostly. He had his research assistance that would come and go over the years to keep him company. No single one staying for more than 3 years at a time , and me…I had my nannys and my father. He was all I needed. He taught me, and discussed with me. He told me about the world, and helped me through any struggles I had. He was the one constant in my life back home. I had several caretakers. Women who would come a couple hours a day make me my food and clean our old large house, nestled in the woods, but none of them ever got very close to me. To them I was an odd child. . . a girl with no mother who would rather read then watch television. A girl who didn't go out and run around playing in the sun, who enjoyed the rain more. A girl who would rather have study history than play dress up.

But that life was all behind me now. No more father, no more old house, no more little girl who didn't know any better.

No more lies.

I continued to listen to the lecture, until the bell rang loudly. With a sigh I got up form my chair and walked slowly out of the door, observing all the people in front of me, chatting happily with each other about the weekend and how they were gonna bomb on their calculus exam.

Two people caught me interest, a slender girl with dark hair, and a tall boy with bronze colored hair. He had his hand wrapped attentively around the girl and looked down to her with love filled eyes 'sickening' I though in response to such intense emotions.

But the boy…he seemed familiar…His eyes were a familiar gold, his pale flawless skin I would recognize any ware, but not as his…He remined me of my father.

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