Chapter 1

As far back as I can remember I was never one to follow other people's paths. I chose not to and to do what I wanted. That implies to the situation I've somehow gotten myself into…but what can I say…the French are just unpredictable aren't they…I'm dying and there's nothing I can do about it.

"Carlisle! Stop you don't know what you're doing."

"I know enough to save this girls life. She's dying because she risked her life for her family."

I lifted my head and looked at the two men that were above me as I was bleeding out.

"imbéciles. s'éloigner de moi et vous sauver…" (AN: fools get away from me and save yourself) I wasn't sure what they were trying to do but I refuse to speak their repulsive language. The one called Carlisle understood me and spoke back to me in my native tongue.

"Please let me save you. I owe you my life."

"You owe me nothing." I spit out and he shook his head and then bit me.

I screamed and tried to punch him but he moved so quickly and then I was on fire. It was the worst pain I have ever felt in my entire life. That's when my life changed forever or how it began to move forward. I picked up a rock and threw it, a little too hard apparently because it didn't even touch the lake water. There was a loud crash as a tree fell over and I flinched.

"force stupide. Il est difficile de contrôler la plupart de ce que je fais maintenant." (AN: stupid strength. It is hard to control what I do now.) I shifted in my sitting position and sighed. Why did we have to move to England? My country was so much better. I miss my home, the food, the culture.

"It's never easy to control when your first turned." I looked over my shoulder and there stood Carlisle.

I turned back around and stared at the lake. "I didn't want to be like this Carlisle. It is…too much for me sometimes. I can see my family that I've lost. They all think I'm dead and I can't even tell them I'm not."

"This life isn't easy…and I'm sorry for turning you for my selfish reasons but you were meant to save your family and you were meant to live this life because your fate shouldn't have led you to die."

"I'm only 17…17 Carlisle…and I will live to be more then hundreds if not thousands of years…I am so small compared this new world I face."

"I promise. I will always be with you."

"I know."

"You'll never be alone."

And I wasn't for the next half century we were always together and we added to our weird family. First it was Esme and next came grumpy Edward. I smiled at the memory of him then it fell from my face. Carlisle came into my room and told me we were moving to the new world as people call it. A god damn place called New York. I feel like I've been in England so long I'm going to go stir crazy. I don't like speaking English and haven't, the only time I do is to Edward from inside my mind. And now we're moving to another place with English…god help me.

Even my new mother Esme thinks I don't like her because I don't answer her with words but it's not that. Edward and Carlisle has explained it to her but she won't listen and even though I'm older then everyone except Carlisle, Esme insists she teach me English I sigh as Carlisle smirks again at me and his wife as she begins to try and get me to talk. I cross my arms and she throws up hers in exaggeration.

"Your woman is insufferable…I hope she stops soon or I may just talk to her in the worst possible broken English to make her stop."

Carlisle and Edward burst out laughing and Esme frowned in disapproval.

"Okay what did she say this time?"

"I said zat you are insufferable and I waz going to speak in broken English to annoy you."

I've never heard such a pregnant pause as I did then and I smiled softly at my new mother and she huffed and slapped me as she pulled me into a hug. I froze and raised an eyebrow as I patted her shoulder and she wouldn't let go.

"I can't believe you. You can speak almost perfect English and you choose not to."

"I zink zat English is a disgusting language…so I choose not to speak it…français est plus beau non?"

Carlisle laughed and I smiled at Esme and she snorted and rolled her eyes. She gave me another hug and then I went up to my room. I smiled to myself. That would be the first and last time I speak English to my mother. She won't bother me anymore I think.

I sat down on my bed and closed my eyes and began to meditate. I knew this was as close as I was going to get…to sleeping I mean. I used to have such vivid dreams when I was mortal…and now…I have them. But they're real. Carlisle calls it a gift. I call it my only life-line to the outside world. I can see what's happening in the now. I just have to search for a random being. It doesn't matter who it is. Sometimes I get stuck on a person and get lost into their world. There's so much life in the living. And lately, I've been attached to this girl. Well…more like a young woman. She just turned 18 her name is Rosalie Hale….

"Mum?"

"Yes dear?"

"Have you seen my jumper?"

"You mean the blue one?"

"Yes Mum the blue one."

"Check your closet…actually Rosalie dear why not have Mira find it for you? She is your personal maid after all."

I watched as Rosalie sighed and looked in the mirror ruffling her own golden locks as Mira came into the room. I smirked at the live image. I stopped watching so that she could change and contemplated on this person a bit longer.

"Why do I watch her more often then I watch others around me…what could it be…" I've been watching Rosalie since she was 14 years old and never have I been curious about another human being then I am now. She didn't really peak my interest until one night she was writing in her diary and looking at herself in a mirror. She described herself as being ordinary and yet there was nothing ordinary about her. She was beautiful for a human and she hadn't even gotten to adulthood yet. I knew she would be magnificent and I wondered why she sold herself so short. That's what made me keep watching her.

For some reason she was just so interesting to me and I didn't understand why. I watched her again as she began to comb her hair and watched as she went about her normal routine and then I heard a knock on the door. I looked at the door and waited for them to come in which they did. It was Edward; it was always Edward when I was watching people. He found it fascinating and I let him watch with me. He walked to the end of the bed and sat down.

"You find her interesting for the fact that her life is so different from how you were."

I didn't say anything and I shrugged and he sighed.

"Claire…maybe it's time to move onto someone else."

"Non…"

"What? Why? You've been watching her for 4 years and you're not anywhere close to an answer as to why she's so special. I can tell your mental link is already closely bonded if you don't stop soon she's bound to notice….you know what happens when the person you're watching realizes their being watched…even from their own mind.

I didn't say anything but he already read my mind and he sighed.

He nodded and I finished packing. We weren't taking much since we can just buy new stuff when we get there.