This is my first Edward/OC, so be kind. If you don't find his character to be acting or behaving in an Edward-like manner then please let me know.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight
I had thought about death. As I grew up several relative passed away and I would never have imagined it to be like this. Why? Because right now I guess I am a fictional character. A fictional character in my favourite book saga.
I blinked across the room, two sets of eyes staring back at me, one, the hunter's, two, Bella's.
Was this where I wanted to die? Alone, in a place where I didn't belong. Not really.
I knew that if I'd never followed Bella into that closet I wouldn't be here.
I guess when something unexplained happens, beyond your imagination, something that could be a dream, you can't really grieve when it might come to an end.
Chapter 1
I was tired, work had exhausted me. I sighed and trudged up the stairs, cautiously I tried not to wake the rest of the family. I stood on the landing, a beam of light reflected from under my doorway. I stopped. Someone had left my light on. Had my brother dared to borrow my laptop again. Tired and now slightly angry I pushed open the door, my eyes adjusted to the glare of light. There was someone there. Someone who I certainly didn't recognise.
"Hi," The girl whispered.
"Erm, hello?" I asked taking a brave step forward.
"I'm Isabella Swan," Inside my head was screaming with laughter, who was this idiot? She was sat on my bed, I now noticed she was surrounded by my Twilight books, claiming to be Isabella Swan. Yes, I was tired but it hadn't drained me off all my sense just yet.
"I'm Hermione Granger," I swung my arm to the side and indicated towards my Harry Potter books on my bookshelf.
"Are these books about me?"she ignored my joked and instead picked up Twilight.
"Ok. Ok. Ok," I took a deep breath; they were pushing my patience now. Was she one of those strange people that never realised when a joke got old and that it needed to stop? I changed my tactic and decided to ask questions instead of playing along. "Who are you? What are you doing here? How long are you going to bother me before I can get some sleep?"
The girl raised her eyebrows as I continued to glare down at her brown eyes. If she was a burgular about to steal all my prized possessions I guess she wouldn't have let me see her face. That was something I suppose, besides the only thing she seemed attached to in my room was my Twilight books and if she stole mine she'd still be missing Breaking Dawn.
"I'm Isabella Swan, I moved in with my father Charlie earlier today, I was sorting through my closet and stumbled a little and when I walked back out, I was here." As she explained this I went through the description of Bella from the books. Brown hair? Yes. Heart-shaped face? Yes. Pale? Yes. Prominent cheekbones? Yes. Eyebrows darker than her hair? Yes. About 5 foot 4? Yes.
"I'm supposed to believe that?" I frowned.
"Who are you?"
"Laura." I answered simply; I guess she deserved to know my name.
"I could show you?" Bella asked. Oh no! I was actually referring to her as Bella now. I needed sleep. Quick! "Follow me." She rose from my bed and headed towards the closet in the corner of my room. I shrugged and followed, anything to get rid of this crazy girl! She disappeared seconds before me into the darkness, I heard a crash and mumbled apology. There goes my neatly ordered pile of boxes. Then silence.
"Bella?" I asked and took a step forward. My closet wasn't that large I should have been able to hear something. I couldn't even hear her steady breathing. I stepped inside I swung my arms around. There was a brief moment of darkness and then finding the handle of a door, I pushed it open. Light beamed onto me.
"Laura?" Bella's silhouetted appeared, I stepped forward. My eyes darted around the new room desperately I tried to recognise my surroundings.
"See!" Her eyes lit as she indicated around the room, her room. She fumbled into a drawer and placed something in my hand. A passport. Bella Swan's passport.
"Those books," She nodded her head back at were I had just left. "Am I really going to meet Edward Cullen tomorrow?" She asked her eyes alive with the knowledge of the future.
"Um, yes." I moved towards the Calendar on the desk, 17th January 2005. Impossible.
"How old are you?" Bella asked from beside me.
"17," I answered simply. "Pinch me," I demanded. This was so cliché. What was I doing?
"What?" Bella asked.
"Oh for..." I reached forward and hit myself over the head with the nearest book. "Owwww," I recoiled with pain, the results from that test were inconclusive and I almost certainly didn't want to conduct it again. I rubbed my head and frowned. "Tell me something that isn't in the books."
"Umm," Bella paused and nervously glanced downwards, she rubbed her arm before she reached out and pointed to a small blemish just below her elbow. "That's a scar I got from a door when I was 12."
I released a giggle, and pointed to one on my hand, "I got that from a fence when I was 11."
"We make quite the pair," Bella laughed.
"Definately," I smiled and slowly moved back towards the closet. "I need to leave," As much as there was the pull of watching Twilight unveil before my eyes something wasn't right. I'd felt uncomfortable, on edge, ever since I'd entered his room.
"Is there another book?" She asked, "The story didn't seem to finish," her eyes continued to plead with me.
"Yes," I burst, "One more, Breaking Dawn. Before you ask, I haven't had chance to read it yet!" Much to my annoyance.
"Ok, right, that's good?" She asked. "Any idea wh
"Yeah, look I'm off." I walked away, stepping straight into the closet and shutting the door behind me. I fumbled around aimlessly in the dark and then re-opened the door. Bella was standing there, a smile quickly formed on her face.
"You're staying!"
Oh Hale no! A smirk formed on my head as I thought of my group of friend's reactions, if they knew where I was.
