Author's note: Hey guys! It's me, The Blood Thirsty Angle! So this is the most recent Twilight Story I've put out and it's not centered around Vladimir and Stefan for once! So anyways, I got this idea from reading a book series called: The Iron Fey and I got an inspiration for this story. Yes, Lauren is the main character and I know she's not very popular (or nice for that matter), but I just love taking characters we don't know a lot about and giving them personalities. I tried to keep some of her personality from the book, but I also added a little bit of my own stuff. Another thing I will address is that I don't like Bella or Edward. In fact, this will probably be my only story that features them a lot. My Vladimir and Stefan stories don't really focus on them. I probably should be working on my other stories, but I wanted to throw something new out and see the reception. So enjoy!

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. They belong to Stephanie Myers. I only own my OCs.

Maybe I'm just jealous,

I can't help but hate her,

Secretly I wonder,

If my boyfriend wants to date her

~Girl next door-Saving Jane~

She had been traveling for so long now.

The branches tugged at the hem of her worn white dress, snarling the fabric and tearing it off with a sound that made her wince. The ground beneath her bare feet crunched, the frost bitten grass snapping apart before growing back together again as if they hadn't been torn apart. The wind was howling against her face, her eyes smarting with tears. It fogged her vision a little, but the woman only glanced down at the infant lying in her arms.

"We're almost there, my lady," she murmured, her old voice cracking. "Almost there."

The light in the distance made her cringe, yet her heart flared with hope. The safe house was only a few feet away! She smiled down at the babe, the wrinkles crinkling on her face and the crow's feet tightening around her eyes. "We're here now, my lady. The time for Molea will continue on."

The old woman rapped on the door, looking at the baby one more time. "Your transformation will continue here, my lady," she pressed the child closer to her, moving the strands of corn silk blonde hair from her face. "And soon you will become…"

"Whatcha writing?"

I instantly slammed my notebook shut, my face immediately turning a brilliant shade of red as I whipped my head around to face Jessica, who was now grinning at me like an idiot. "None of your business," I snapped, stuffing the notebook into my bag. "There is such a thing called "personal space," you know."

She only continued to smile, the smile looking extremely flaky. "I know," she said, as if this was the most obvious thing on the planet. "But you were so intently focused on writing that you didn't even notice I was talking to you."

My blush began to fade away, and I straightened my shoulders, running my fingers through my shoulder length blonde hair. "Oh, well, what were you trying to tell me?"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

She plopped a small wrapped box in my lap, looking expectantly at me. I sighed, knowing she wanted me to open it right this minute. She was demanding that way, very determined when she wanted something done. I opened the box, tearing at the paper very gently, being very careful to not tear the paper. I'm kind of a perfectionist that way; I hate it when things are torn and out of order. I opened the box, a smile lighting my face. "Pretty," I said, lifting the bracelet out of the small box. "Thanks."

Jess smiled smugly. "I knew you'd like it. I always pick the best presents."

I rolled my eyes a little, sliding the silver metal onto my wrist. It illuminated my skin, making it glow in the lamp light of the cafeteria. Jess sat back in her seat, flipping her curly dark brown hair behind her shoulder. She opened the cap of her water bottle, taking a dainty sip from it as if she were a princess. "Watch out," she said between sips. "Bella is on her way over here."

"Oh goody."

I watched with guarded eyes as the mope queen herself walked over here, looking as apathetic as she usually did. Angela was with her, her gentle brown eyes smiling at her as she fiddled with a package in her hands. I lowered the guarded look in my eyes for her, a small smile growing on my face. "Hey Angie," I greeted as she and Bella pulled up chairs. "I haven't seen you over here in a while."

She blushed pink, while Bella remained as emotionless as ever. If I had it my way, Bella wouldn't even be at this table. I can't stand her, no; I mean, I REALLY can't stand her. A week before she came here, everyone was talking about how the police chief's daughter was coming to go to school here. For a whole week, that's what everyone was talking about. Usually, I'm the talk of the whole school, whether it is good or bad. Call me shallow, but I don't care. I love being the center of attention.

"Here," Angela passed a package to me. "I hope you like it. I worked really hard on it."

I'm bitchy and shallow, but when it comes to Angela, it's a whole different story. We've been friends since we were little and even though I'm a bitch, she still can put up with me. It's a strange miracle how this happened, but I'm secretly glad it did. Jessica is fine, but I know she only hangs around me for the popularity. Angela hangs out with me because she wants to, because she's nice. She's very shy and sweet, and I view her as the little sister I never had. And if someone were to hurt my little sister, I would not hold back on them.

I took the package from her, a large smile lighting my face. I lifted up a pink scarf, noting how it smelled of roses. I wrapped it around my neck, instantly priding myself on how it complemented my white blouse. "Thanks Angie," I smiled at her, inwardly amused on how she sighed in relief. "It's lovely."

"I'm glad you like it," she replied. "So how does it feel to be nineteen at last?"

"It feels like freedom," I sighed. "Freedom to do whatever I want, when I want."

Jessica nudged me, a cocky grin forming. "Like you don't do that already," she and I both snickered, Angela only shaking her head with a grin. Bella only rolled her eyes, but I could care less about her. If she thinks she's too good for any of us here, then she should take the exit pass from our group and leave.

"So Bella," I asked, knowing full well my tone was snide. "Where are the Cullens today?"

"Camping." She answered back in her usual flat tone.

I only smirked, noticing how her vague face turned into a sour one. "Too bad," I commented airily. "Too bad they're not here so you can sit with them. We don't want you to turn into a zombie again."

Jessica fidgeted nervously, Angela casting me a warning look. Bella didn't even respond, she just took a bite of her salad and chewed mournfully. I had to roll my eyes at this. It was disgusting how dependent she was on them. In fact, whenever Edward wasn't around, she would get all mopey. It was like a dog waiting for its owner to return. Like that movie about the dog that waited for its dead owner to come and how it sat at the train station everyday till it died or something. It took all my strength for me not to cry during it.

"So what are your plans for this evening?"

I jumped at Jessica's sudden question, but quickly retained my gracefulness. "Gran wants to have some grandmother/granddaughter bonding time or something of that sort. Mom and Dad left for some weekend business meeting, so that means I get nothing from them."

Angela took my hand, squeezing it gently. "This is the seventh birthday they've missed. I'm so sorry, Lauren."

I only waved my hand. "Well, whatever to them. Actually, Mom did something really weird this morning," I noticed Bella had left, and I began to talk even livelier than before. "I walked down to the kitchen, where she was drinking coffee before taking off to Sacramento, and I asked her a question. Well, I had to repeat the question several times before she finally answered and her only response was, "Oh Lauren, I didn't hear you come in.""

Angela glanced down at my feet. "But you're wearing high heels. How could she not hear you?"

"Maybe because she's getting old?" I took a sip of water. "But this has been happening a lot recently. Ever since last month, she and Dad keep ignoring my presence. Do they know how insulting it is? How could they ignore their only child?"

Jessica shrugged. "Maybe they're busy."

"They're always busy. They wished me happy birthday as they were walking out the door, hardly sparing me a glance."

Jessica only coughed uncomfortably, looking up at the clock on the cafeteria wall. "Oh look at the time," she started, getting up and stuffing her water bottle in her bag. "The bell will ring in five minutes. Wish me luck on handling Bella in P.E!"

Angela gave me a one sided hug, her tall frame towering over me. "Happy birthday," she said in her sweet tone. "And maybe your parents have something big they'll bring back for you. You never know."

We bid each other goodbye as we went our separate ways. The rest of the day passed on normally, well, as normally as things could be around this place. Everyone was gossiping about the killings and disappearances in Seattle, and even I will admit, I was getting pretty creeped about by it too. I mean, some sicko was out there killing people! Who wouldn't be scared?

"Hey! Lauren!"

I turned around in my seat, watching as Tyler appeared in his seat behind mine, flashing me a grin. "Hey Tyler," I answered back sweetly, pushing back some of my hair. I smiled coly at him, watching as he blushed and fiddled something out of his pocket. "Why Tyler, is that for me?"

He continued to blush, nodding. He handed the small box to me, watching with hopeful eyes as I opened it. My smile widened as I looked at the ring, admiring the pink gemstone. "Tyler," I slipped the ring on my right index finger, holding it up to the light. "It's so pretty!"

He gave me a crooked grin. "It only cost me thirty dollars," he leaned back in his seat. "I'm glad you like it."

I gave him one last smile before turning around in my seat, opening my notebook for our English class. Like usual, it droned on, our teacher going on and on about how our generation didn't use proper grammar and what not. I agreed whole heartedly on that; bad grammar was one of my pet peeves.

I didn't see Tyler after English, so Trigonometry and Government went by rather slowly. I hurried out of the school afterwards, giving my friends, (minus Bella,) a quick goodbye and hoped into my silver Subaru. Driving home was about as exciting as it gets, and it had begun to rain hard, which wasn't helping at all. The minute I could get out of this town, the better.

The bored look on my face quickly vanished as I pulled into my driveway, a pleasant smile forming on my face. Our home was built when my father was still a baby, so when my father's parents moved out of it to go live in Hawaii, they gave it to their eldest child. This happened a year before I was born, so it was kind of an added bonus to them. The house itself is really quite luxurious, though I have heard from Bella that the Cullens house is the most beautiful thing she's ever seen. Not that I'd listen to her though. Nothing impresses her but the Cullens.

I stepped out of the car, my shoes clacking against the pavement. I shivered as the wind blew coldly, tightening my jacket around my arms as I hurried across the pavement to the front steps. I opened the smooth oak door, hanging my jacket on one of the hooks on the wall. "Anouk?" I called out, wondering why I didn't see our housekeeper. "Anouk, I'm home!"

No response. Narrowing my eyes, I walked down the hall to where the kitchen was. There she was, sitting at the table while writing something on a notepad, humming some Dutch song. I stood in doorway, hoping she'd notice my presence. She didn't even seem to notice; she just continued to write stuff down. I cleared my throat, my arms crossing over my chest. "Anouk?" I said again, a bit of an edge in my tone now. "I'm home."

She still didn't answer! I growled, my foot tapping against the floor. "Anouk!" I practically shouted, praying to God she heard. "I'm home!"

She jumped, turning to me with a surprised look. "Oh…"she started, her head cocking to the side again. "Who are you?"

Was she serious? Was she actually serious? I stared at her incredulously, my jaw opening a little. "You've got to be kidding me," I shook my head, feeling a headache begin to form. "It's me, Lauren. Johnathan and Melissa Mallory's daughter."

She blinked several times before she jumped, an apologetic smile forming. "Oh, Lauren! I'm sorry, I've just been so preoccupied that I forgot you were even there. Can you forgive me?"

I rolled my eyes. "I suppose so, though if you're having memory loss, you should get it checked out" her smile immediately brightened and she let out a laugh. She always seems immune to my bluntness, which isn't always a bad thing. I leaned against the counter, sweeping my hair back. "So where's Gran?"

"In the library. She said to tell you to go up there."

I nodded, walking up the stairs to the large library that lay only two doors down on the second floor. I opened the door, walking in to find my grandmother sitting near the window, looking perfectly at ease. I couldn't help but admire her from a far. Even though she's my Grandmother, she only looks about to be in her early fifties. Her face only has a few wrinkles and her hair is a pretty kind of gray. Whenever my parents would host parties, people were always commenting on how young she looked and how she couldn't possibly be my grandmother. But she was, and I wouldn't change anything about her.

She looked up from her book, silver eyes staring into my own green ones. "Lauren," she called out as I walked over to her. I took her hands, giving the right one a respectful kiss and smiled. She always smelled of peppermint, sharp and strong. "How was your day?" she asked as I sat down, moving her book aside.

"Fine," I answered, moving my messenger bag off my shoulder. "I got a few presents from my friends, which was nice except for one thing."

"What?"

"That Bella came over to our table," I wanted to slump down in my seat, but I refrained from doing so. "I wish the Cullens would have showed up so she would leave."

Gran shook her head, trying to force down the smile that was forming on her lips. "Oh Bella," she sighed, as if the very mention of her name caused her exasperation. "If only she would grow a back bone. I've seen her across town, you know. Always looks like she's bored or something. She would be a lot prettier if she smiled more."

I had to agree to that. Even that I couldn't stand her, a jealous part of me knew that she could be as pretty as me. Maybe even prettier. Her hair was a beautiful shade of mahogany and her eyes were like chocolate, rich and dark. If she knew how pretty she was and owned up to it, and maybe even grew a back bone, then we could have been a great team. But no, she dressed in shabby clothes and constantly acted like no one was worth her time. At least I gave people a chance. Most of the time.

"I see you have a ring on your hand. Do I hear wedding bells?"

I flushed, instantly looking down at the ring. "No," I argued. "It's not a wedding ring. If it were, the ring would be on the left ring finger. My ring is on the right."

"I see. So, was it Tyler who gave it to you?"

"Yeah," I nodded, a soft smile growing as I thought of him. "He was really sweet about it."

Gran tucked a strand of hair back from her face. "You should go out with him, I know he really likes you," she grinned at me in a teasing way. "Though how could anyone resist you. You're absolutely cute."

"Thanks," I stood up, accidentally kicking my bag over. "I'll be right back, I have to use the restroom."

She gave me a small wave, and I dashed off. I probably should have used the restroom before going to see Gran, but it couldn't be helped now. As I washed my hands with our lavender soap, I stared at myself in the reflection. I smiled, noticing how pretty I was. Yes, it's vain of me to say, but it's true. I'm fair, though not as fair as Bella. My hair is a silver blonde color and as straight as corn silk. My eyes though, are what really stand out. They're green, kind of like a fish's scale or an emerald.

My ears, though, are what kind of bother me. Not that they're distracting, but they kind of look like an elf's ear. When I was in preschool, one kid noticed and started calling me an elf. It got even worse around Christmas time, but it soon stopped once our teacher finally had enough and scolded him for an hour about making fun of other people's differences.

I continued to stare at myself until I heard Gran ask if I was okay. I exited the bathroom, heading back into the library to see Gran looking through my note book. She quickly closed it when she heard me walk in, but made no effort to say she wasn't snooping. "Your notebook fell out," she admitted as I sat back down in my chair. "And I know it's your free writing notebook, so I decided to see what you were writing. Who is the woman with the baby?"

I shrugged, taking the notebook and putting back in my bag. "I don't know," I looked into her gray eyes, watching how her expression changed from curiousness to relief. "It came to me in a dream last night, so I had to write it down. I've been having a lot of dreams like that recently. Must be stress."

Gran nodded her head absent mindedly. "Perhaps," she leaned forward a bit. "Or maybe you have a very active mind."

"Maybe."

The sound of the door opening disrupted our conversation, and Gran leaned back into her seat. Anouk walked in, carrying a tray with an English teapot and cups. She set it on the table before stepping back politely. "Will there be anything else, ma'am?" she asked, her Dutch accent very prominent.

Gran shook her head. "No, thank you, Anouk," she dismissed Anouk, who walked away to go do whatever. Gran took the teapot, pouring tea into two cups. I smiled, lifting the cup to my lips, gently blowing on it. It smelled of Jasmine, my favorite tea. I opened the honey jar, pouring some honey in before adding milk. Gran took a sip of her own tea, giving a soft sigh once she was done. "I found a nice little restaurant in Port Angeles. A nice French themed restaurant."

I cocked an eyebrow, taking a long sip of my tea. French food was my favorite, and every time I'd go to Port Angeles, I had to go get a crepe from the La Belle Creperie. I set my cup down, taking another inhale of the tea. Gran added more milk to her tea, her nimble fingers brushing against the tea cup softly. "We should leave soon. I'd say in about an hour."

"What's the name of the restaurant?"

"Cest Si Bon. I've heard it's quite nice. Expensive, but nice."

I pushed my chair back, grabbing my bag as I stood up. "I'll go get ready then. I'm assuming that the place is fancy?" she nodded her head and I smiled. "Good."

I whisked out of the library and into my room, which stood on the right side of the house overlooking our backyard. Out of all the rooms in our house, I can honestly say that I have the best view of our yard. The others are nice, but you can see the whole countryside from my window. And my parents made sure I had the best. The floors were a light wood and the walls were a cream kind of white. My queen sized bed, pink of course, really stood out when people entered my spacious room. A desk stood in one corner, my laptop and other books neatly arranged on it. A large bookshelf and chair stood nearby on the other wall, for despite what some people might think, I am a book worm. Along with my vanity, the door next to it led to a walk in closet.

I stepped into the closet, pulling out a pastel pink chiffon dress with a one sided strap. I stripped myself of my clothes, grabbing a strapless white bra from my small dresser before laying the dress out on the bed and quickly hurrying into my bathroom to take a quick shower. Not even fifteen minutes later, I was blow drying my hair while adding make up on the same time, a skill which was not exactly easy to do while reapplying eyeliner and mascara.

As I stared at myself through my vanity mirror, I couldn't help but give a grin of satisfaction. I looked beautiful, no, I looked gorgeous. I did a once over in the mirror before walking back into my closet to pull out a pair of white sparkly heels. Gran was waiting down in the hallway, dressed in a dark blue mid length cocktail dress. I don't know how she did it, but Gran manages to look good wherever she goes. She even tells me sometimes that we should always look our best wherever we go, which I believe whole heartedly.

"You ready?" she asked, an amused smile on her face.

"Yup."

Anouk opened the door, smiling at us and bidding us goodbye as we headed towards my car. The ride was mostly filled with a comfortable silence, the two of us occasionally chatting about random things. By the time we got to the restaurant, it was around five thirty and the sky was beginning to lose a bit of its brightness.

As we strolled in, I noticed one of the waiters gawking at me, so I gave him a quick wink and swayed my hips a little as I walked. Gran noticed this, but she only fought back a smile. "I was just like you when I was you're age," she whispered to me as we waited for our table. "I was not afraid to flirt a little."

"I know," I whispered back. "You've told me many stories of the countless men you've dated. Did Grandpa ever get jealous?"

Her smile died a little and she only shook her head. "Anyway," she began, completely dismissing the question. "I have something to discuss with you."

"What?"

"I'll tell you in a little bit."

An annoyed looking waitress led us to our table, looking even more impatient as we ordered our drinks and left without even sparing us a glance. Gran raised an eyebrow at this, shaking her head a little. "My, someone is rude," she commented airily. "I think someone needs to get some manners."

I nodded. "I agree. I mean, we're the ones who are going to tip her. She should at least be somewhat polite," my eyes moved across the room, taking in the people in décor until one group of people caught my eye. "Oh no…"

There they were. The eight of them, sitting at a table and chatting away without a care in the world. Out of all the places they could have gone, the Cullens had to come here. And it wasn't just Edward and Bella, but the other members of the family too. I sighed, hoping they wouldn't see me, and turned to Gran with a sour look. "The Cullens are here," I muttered. "At one of my favorite themed restaurants on my birthday. Aren't I the luckiest?"

Gran only shook her head, patting my hand. "Just ignore them, dear. They're not worth getting upset over."

The waitress came back with our drinks, pulling out a notepad and asking us in a slightly bitter tone about what we wanted. By the time she left to get our food, I could tell Gran was starting to get slightly edgy. "Just ignore her," I said, quoting what she said to me a few minutes ago. "She isn't worth getting upset about."

"Now you're copying me," Gran teased. "But that waitress is getting annoying."

"So is Bella's presence," I stated bluntly. I glanced back over to their table, flushing a light pink as I caught Edward staring at me harshly, as if he had somehow heard what I just commented about. I instantly turned my eyes back to Gran, trying to calm my flush down. "So, what did you want to tell me?"

She took a quick sip of wine, quickly dabbing her lips with a napkin. "I wanted to discuss something with you. It's about our family," she paused, waiting to see if I would react. "There are some things I think you should know about."

I raised an eyebrow, wondering where all this was coming from. Our family is about as normal as it gets, despite my parents being gone a lot and me being adopted. Yes, it's true, I'm adopted. It's not something I go around saying, so only a few people know, like Angela, Tyler, and even Jessica. Not even Mike knows I'm adopted. It's not like I'm ashamed of it, it's just something that I don't feel the need to talk about. Though I suppose some people might assume because I look absolutely nothing like my parents and grandparents, but whatever.

"Like what?" I asked, biting into some French bread. "That Mom and Dad like to go on business meetings rather than spend time with their own daughter?"

She frowned. "No, it's more about your heritage," I bristled a little with the emphasis on "your." "Lauren, I was the one who brought you to your parents when you were a baby, and not from the adoption center like they said they got you from."

I frowned. "They said they got me from an orphanage in Siberia," though now that I thought of it, they had never stated why they were in Siberia in the first place. "Why are you telling me this now? It doesn't matter how I got here, right?"

She pursed her lips. "Lauren, what I'm trying to say is that you're not from Siberia. In fact, you're not from any orphanage."

I felt my stomach churn a little at those words. "What are you saying, Gran? Did you kidnap me? Wait, this is some kind of a joke," I let out a small laugh. "Real funny, Gran."

She let out an exasperated sigh, looking directly into my eyes. "Lauren, I'm being serious. This is no joke," her tone made me stop laughing. Staring at her hard, I knew she was actually serious about what she was talking about. Taking another sip of wine, she continued. "You are not from Siberia or any orphanage, you were certainly not kidnapped, and I am not your grandmother."

I dropped my bread unceremoniously on the plate. "What?"

"I am not your grandmother. Nor for that fact am I your mother's mother."

Our waitress came back before she could continue, serving our dinners without even telling us to enjoy our meals. I didn't really care at this point, for I had lost my appetite a while ago. Gran didn't seem the least bit upset, she bit into her duck with grace. We ate in silence, neither of us looking at each other until our waitress returned to take our meals away. When she left, Gran returned to the topic at hand.

"Lauren, I'm telling you all these things for a reason. My real name is not Paula, but Erline. I am a fairy."

I stared at her for a long time, wanting to laugh at her, but the stern look on her face refrained me from doing so. She sighed, giving a pause before continuing. "I know it sounds…strange, but I would never lie to hurt you, Lauren. One day this will all make sense, but for now, hear me out. Please."

I crossed my arms. "Fine," I knew I sounded snotty, but at this point I didn't care. "Go ahead and continue with your ridiculous story."

"It's not a story, Lauren," she reprimanded sharply, her gaze softening a little as I winced at her tone. "This includes you too. You are a fairy, Lauren."

I couldn't help it; a laugh escaped from my mouth. "You're full of it tonight, Gran. I mean, Erline," I emphasized her name, noticing that she was now glaring at me. "Sorry, but this is very hard to believe. You're going to have to try a little harder than that."

Gran surprised me by grabbing my wrist, causing me to let out a little yelp. "What are you doing?" I snapped, seeing as how her grip was quite firm. Several people nearby started to look, causing my cheeks to flare pink. "Let me go!"

She ignored me, her forefinger lightly tracing across the soft skin of my wrist. I watched her silently, my jaw gaping as my skin began to glow a little. My fair skin began to shine like alabaster, Gran's fingers leaving behind a glowing blue line that twisted into a design that I could not describe. Like numerous of swirls and diamond like shapes that imprinted themselves in my skin.

"What the hell?" I breathed, my eyes widening. "Do I need to get my eyes checked?"

Gran looked me in the eye. "Do you believe me now?" she looked back up to the waitress, who handed her the billing tab. "You and I are both fairies."

I continued to glare at her. "Why didn't she see the symbol thing? It was right in front of her!"

"I glamoured her. She saw only what I wanted her to see."

I frowned, remembering that I read about glamouring from somewhere. "Are Mom and Dad fairies?" I asked, wanting to know some more answers. "Answer me!"

"No," she answered firmly. "I have been glamouring them for years. You're not their child, and very soon, they won't remember you. Haven't you noticed that they have been ignoring you?" she waited as I nodded my head, letting out a soft sigh. "I haven't glamoured them in a while, and I am getting to that very reason."

"Why?"

"Because-"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The windows that faced the east wall shattered as two figures cashed through. People scrambled away, most of them running out of the restaurant and into the streets toward their cars. The figures raced towards us at inhuman speeds, smashing the table that lay between Gran and I.

"GRAN!" I screamed as one of the figures grabbed me, pinning my arms behind my back. "GRAN!"

The other one tossed Gran across the room, ignoring my screams. Gran crumpled to the floor like a rag doll, but to my surprise she got back up. She stepped towards the figure, a light or something gathering in her hands. She snarled inhumanly at the figure, glancing towards the one holding me in rage. "Let her go," she seethed. "How dare you touch her!"

The figure chuckled and I shivered at the sound. It sounded hollow, as if it had no feeling behind it. "You are in no position to make threats, Erline," he sneered, laughing again. "We have you outnumbered. And we are much older than you."

"But she is older than all of us," Gran spat back, shooting the light at the other guy, who merely deflected it with his own. "And as soon as she remembers, she will protect us all!"

"We shall see."

"Gran!" I called again, fighting against the figure a bit harder. "Gran, who are they? What's going on?"

Gran paused, looking at me with a sad smile. "You will understand in time, Lauren. I just hope someone will be there to guide you through the time of Molea."

"Huh? Gran, I don't understand!"

"You will eventually."

"Carlisle, what the hell are these?"

I jumped again at the sound of new voices, my eyes widening as Edward Cullen threw the figure holding me across the room, my jaw falling so wide a swarm of flies could fly in. I saw his adopted father, Carlisle or something head for the other figure, but the figure moved aside quickly. It grabbed Gran, calling out to its friend in another language before taking off through the window.

I ran after them, but a cold, smooth hand stopped me. I fell to my knees, wrapping my arms around myself, totally ignoring my ruined dress. Carlisle stared down at me gently. "Are you alright, Lauren?"

Edward spoke before I even opened my mouth. "What are we going to do with her? I overheard her parents are out of town."

"We'll take care of her."

And I found I could not object to him.

Word Count: 5,992

Well, that's the first chapter. Tell me what you think! Flames will be ignored (or laughed at) and if you liked something in the story, tell me what you liked or didn't like. I do like constructive criticism as well! As for you readers who liked my Vladimir and Stefan stories, I will update them soon! I haven't abandoned them!