Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight nor am I Stephenie Meyer. (sadly) Some of the characters are mine, but the majority of them belong to their rightful owner. (Steph Meyer) I'm simply playing with them for a little bit.


This is not a love story, but rather a story about love and what happens when it claims someone's life. Well, two someone's lives in particular.

Forks, Washington. Small town, small population. And yet it seemed perfect for me and my current vampire status. Something about it told me that this town would be important to me, although I couldn't put my finger on why. After going all over the America for several years, I was surprised that I hadn't made a town somehow.

My Jeep's engine had been acting strange, so I decided that pulling over to ask for directions to the nearest garage was the best way to find answers. Seeing a man casually walking down the street, I pulled over next to him and rolled down my window.

"Excuse me, do you know where I could get car parts?" I asked him, being as polite as possible.

He turned and nodded, moving closer to my window to speak to me. "Your best bet would be going to Hale's, the owner has everything there."

Once he gave me the directions, I turned back onto the main road and started off going west. Somehow, I found my way to the car garage about twenty minutes later. I had planned out everything that I was going to say: what the problem was and the year of the car, although all of that information evaporated from my mind when I saw her.


Author's Note: I bet we can all guess who he means when he says "her" :) Tell me what you think about it and whether I should carry on with the story or drop it.