Mia: ELLO ALL! This story is being co-written by me(Wandsandwings) and my buddy/sister Siy Rowling! She prefers to be called . . . Skippy? What the hell kind of name is that?

Siy/Skippy: Well you know what? I shall be called Skippy the Iron Frog from now on! The Frog demands it!

Mia: Fine! Then I will be Marvelous Matilda! Now on to the story Skippy!

In sync: WE DON'T OWN TWILIGHT!

1789 London, England

"Breathe in. Out. And get down!" A girl said, trying to stay calm as the sooty strawberry blonde tried to grasp her half sister who pulled away, tears welling in her eyes that wouldn't fall.

"Mum!" The distraught girl called desperately. The blonde sobbed but shook her head firmly, seeing that the charred body sprawled across the floor was definitely dead. The rusty brown-red eyes of the new-born vampire with ebony hair girl swam with the unshed tears, even as a determined look was pulled into place over grief. She nodded grimly and gave up on their mother.

"We need to go through the kitchen to the back door," The once crying girl shuddered, feeling her body react to the heat. Being a new born allowed great strength but bad reactions to heat and fire. Both of which were surrounding the two half-sisters.

The blonde only nodded, allowing the girl with ebony black hair to pull her to the kitchen and then out the door to the clear air. Gasping in lung-fills of fresh air. After the shock had worn off, it finally set in. They were exiles, never to return home, mother-less, and scared. Really they had never been shown the real world, cooped up in stuffy boarding schools or libraries learning how to curtsy and play nice with the other ladies as well as attract a decent husband so they too could have families one day. But now they were savages and who knew what would happen if either of their fathers ever found them?

The dark haired girl growled, a low feral sound, and suddenly the whole flaming house caved in on itself, having a savage burst of energy, heat spread to what seemed for miles and the flames licked out trying to reach farther and farther out, capturing more and more of the lawn. After only moments there was nothing left of the house, but, to the group in the front of the house started to become worrisome, the fire didn't seem to be dying, in fact it only rose higher like something fueled it even after the yard was fried to ashes. Soon the people went from satisfied at their work to frightful of the fire.

The fire grew like red hot fury and then even the wind was howling like it was punishing them for their misdeed. One of the men fell to their knees, tears streaking down his old and wrinkled face.

"Fear not children! For it is only God praising us of our victory over the soulless creatures. Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!" He cried allowing his voice to echo. Though the younger people were convinced that it was their lord thanking them for doing a good deed, some of the more doubtful people began to back away as the fire grew closer, hotter, burning brighter. While more and more of the mob allowed themselves to fall onto their knees as their death grew closer and closer never slowing only growing faster and taller, some of the more logical villagers knew it was merely a fire gone awry, grabbing buckets of water to try to put it out.

Pure hatred pooled in the two girls very souls. Their mother was dead and they were condemned to live as rejects. There was no voice of reason, just power. And then they were off. It was so natural to see the people they had once shared a town with as prey. To stalk them silently from the shadows before leaping on them. So easy.

Though they were no longer human, there was one thing that nagged at them sometimes pulling the girls from their furious hunting. These were the people who'd watched them grow up, helped them during their hard ships, even sometimes supported them financially.

Suddenly it was all so fast and burning and there were screams piercing the night air. Only one building survived in the whole fire. No humans were as lucky. With blood on their clothes and a new darkness in their eyes, the girls left the remains of the village and left to find a new place to live. A new life.

Current Day, Spoons Washington

I jack knifed up from my daydream; it had been far too real this time. Pulling long unruly red blonde hair from my face, I sighed. Glancing around there was no sign of James though I thought I heard him somewhere in the West wing, probably prowling around with Derek or something. Sighing heavily, I fell back on the large bed and looked at the ceiling.

I probably should have gotten up but I just didn't have the drive to put on a happy face for the coven. I knew Bella had days like this as well. Where everything, all of the years and mistakes, caught up with her. We called them mortal days.

After just another moment of silence I heaved myself off of the bed and shook my mane of hair out of it's barrette. Any other normal person would have just laid in bed knowing they could. But I wasn't just any normal person. I was Nirvana Black, co-leader of one of the worlds' largest covens. Bella couldn't do everything on her own whether she fancied herself superwomen or not.

And that was the morning that began the end.

Marvelous Matilda: Nicely done my Peter loving friend.

Skippy the Iron Frog: Thank you, and I have decided the Skippy is a far too childish name. *distasteful sound here* I shall now be called !

Mia: Yeah right. How bout I call you Siy, or I'll call the alligator over here for snacks.

Siy: *nervous look* read and review! ;D