Rights go to Stephanie Meyer.

We were always together, wherever we ventured to. We were not solely twins, we were best friends as well. I had sworn to myself I would stay loyal to my brother, my twin, my associate through the distinctiveness and loneliness that shrouded our lives. We had always felt connected in emotional and mindful means, which no other could comprehend.

We shared blood, memories, and we shared unique talents.

There's an old myth, a scattered idea that stated twins were born with strange personal links. That twins have a bond above average siblings which pointed to supernatural-like qualities. Their bond begins inside of the womb; nine to ten months prior to the birth for sensing the each other's presence, acknowledging the other's unborn sentiments. Twins also on occasion, were said to create their own language. Though from time to time, words were not even essential for my brother and I to use for communicating. We on some level, had our refined manner to know how the other always felt. So whether we both received our gifts because we were twins, or our gifts had fully caused us to be twins—it was simply my twin and I in our underlying world of secrets.

It was nothing but ironic, when we were altered upon that very night, reborn into, real creatures of the shadows. Then indeed, we practiced things they all would justly and utterly fear. But none of that mattered to me any longer. For our master, and our maker, had called my brother and I his prized treasures. He not only expressed his need for us, he wanted us, even when he we were…too different to begin with. Our gifts, or the so-believed curse that lived within us never caused him to dread our existence, but made him all the more fascinated instead. He gave us salvation, and in return, we gave him our devoted service.

And ever since then, whenever I look up into the sky, I am able to find two, distant stars hanging side by side of brilliant red, amongst the stars which are common, dull, and glow plainly white.

The sight causes me to believe that my twin and I forever were in fact, meant to shine in the eyes of others. The proof reflected itself within the darkened heavens.

We are not the Witch Twins, we are but Twin Stars.

I rarely choose Movie-verse over the Novel-verse due to obvious differences between them, but the twins' representation in the films were more interesting to me. I honestly favor the idea of them being 15, 16, versus their hinted age in the book, which is only around 12 or so. I may sound even more biased because I've always been a humble fan of Dakota's, and I loved Cameron as the Leech kid in X-men too.

And perchance the reader disagrees with any of the content in the following chapters, please don't argue or lecture. These drabbles are purely experimental and for simple enjoyment.

Thanks for the time.