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Important A/N

**BEWARE: This Fic does not include Bella, if you cannot handle this, then stop reading. If you can handle this, then by all means read, enjoy and review **

Summary : It has been prophesied that there would be a Faerie that would be born with the power to destruct vampires at will.

"Earth to Edward?" Alice trilled impatiently. I roused from my sleep-like state and noticed that everyone was already out of the car except for Alice and me. These dream-like states had only been happening for the past decade. I felt like there was some type of standstill in life; an understatement considering what I was. Nine centuries and counting. Could life be anymore dull? I doubt it.

I closed my eyes and inhaled the deep scent of the car mixed with Alice's usual flowery smell. But underneath Alice's scent there was something amiss. Another smell laced with coconuts, pineapples, and the salt of the ocean… Alice usually had the scent of violets combined with vanilla. This tropical scent mixed into the air was so unusual for Forks; it was a mundane little town and contained nothing tropical about it. My body tensed, and I frowned in confusion.

You smell it too?

I nodded in response to Alice's silent inquiry. My mind filled with curiosity. I glanced outside the car window, where Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett were already out of the parking lot and almost at the main entrance of our high school. They looked cool and calm as usual, but their eyes betrayed their suspicion. My sibling's thoughts were in sync with what Alice and I had noticed

This scent reminds me of Maui; the breeze, the ocean. I did look rather stunning in that hula skirt…

Typical Rosalie, always getting distracted by herself. Emmett's thoughts were now different; he'd started suspicious but got quickly distracted by a memory of a scantily clad Rosalie hula dancing.

Jasper, always militant, was peering around casually, before his gaze finally stopped on a big black SUV. The Escalade Platinum Hybrid, to be precise. The model that had not been released yet, and was not supposed to be released until two years from now. The very model Emmett was on a waiting list for. Who in Forks would have such first-rate privileges?

Not that my family and I were snobs, but we knew everyone in Forks and no one in town would have had access to things like non-released automobiles. Whoever these people were they must be new to town And they had to have come from money, considering their taste in clothes and vehicles.

The bell rang distantly, but no one around me made any move to go inside the school. My siblings and I were not the only ones watching the spectacle of a car show. Almost the whole student body were scattered around the outer edges of the parking lot, and I could hear the multitude of thoughts coming from them. There were the usual jealous thoughts, genuine curiosity, greed and admiration. I tried to ignore all of these so I could focus on the minds of the beings in the car. From what I could tell, there were only two humans in the car, but their minds were utterly blank; when looking into their thoughts I felt like I was floating in an empty void. There were also two other beings in the car, that could not be identified, and I was sure they were not vampires… I turned to Alice and she just shrugged her shoulders, looking just as confused as I did.

The doors of the car opened, and four people stepped out. A man got out of the driver's seat, and what I assumed – now without my special ability to confirm or deny this assumption – to be his wife came out of the passenger door. The back doors were opened by two younger people – teenagers. I would've also assumed the older couple were the teenager's parents, but they did not look to be a day older then their mid-twenties. This was peculiar. They all donned massive black sunglasses, except for the younger male, his eyes a menacing shade of green that was almost too bright to be natural. They must have been from out of town, because they were overdressed for the cold weather. They all wore long expensive black coats, except for the teenage girl – she wore a pure white coat with fur trim. The hood of the jacket was pulled close over her head, so I couldn't see her face past the shadows. The boy's face was unnaturally beautiful, so similar to features of a vampire…

Quite ostentatious, the pair reminded me of Rosalie. As they passed us I caught a whiff of their scent. Strange, there were three distinct scents but two were similar. There was the scent of a normal mortal from the 'parents', but it was wrong - warped with a dulled smell, as if their scent had been muted. The second and third scent were very similar except one distinctly reminded me of the tropical smell that Alice and I had noticed just moments earlier, and the other smelled as if it was a sordid copy of the first. These scents were obviously coming from the two not-so human teenagers.

This was rather bizarre. My curiosity piqued, as did everyone else's. I could see the images of the teenagers in all the student's minds, more so the young male, because his face wasn't hidden behind sunglasses. Naturally, the female population were going insane with his supernatural, exotic features. I ran my hand through my hair impatiently. The parent's scents were totally off, and the teenager's scents were definitely not human; they were just too foreign. I had never encountered such smells in all of my existence, and by the looks of it, neither had my siblings.

By the time lunch arrived, the school was in an uproar. Minds and voices were going stark mad with rumours, insinuations and stories. It reminded me of the day Carlisle and Esme enrolled my siblings and I into Forks High School. I'd never realized humans could gossip so much until I got to Forks High School. I mean, usually we always got attention, no matter what school we attended, but in Forks we were always the topic of gossip. It had been amusing at first, but I quickly became bored and annoyed with the human's pettiness and short attention spans. It looked like finally the heat would be taken off of my abnormal siblings and me. We never willingly associated with the humans.

We sat at our usual table in the back corner of the cafeteria. The room had high ceilings and, and the long wooden tables creaked with age. The white walls were painted with stripes of yellow and green in an attempt for school spirit. I sat with my siblings, all of us incredibly bored, but keeping with the human charade of adjusting in our seats, playing with our food - all the useless human mannerisms - to keep up appearances.

"Edward, do you think you could stop brooding for a moment, and tell us what you know?" Rosalie almost looked petulant with the scowl on her face.

"Why, Rosalie? You've never seemed interested in any new students before." I had to keep myself from laughing, Rosalie thought of no one but herself, and expected the rest of the world to abide as well. Especially the male population.

Jasper, Alice and Emmett broke out in a quiet laughter. So rare it was to see Rosalie jealous of anyone.

Bastard.

I smiled at her widely.

"But seriously, who do you think they are? And did you see that boy, he looked so arrogant." No doubt, Emmett was scouting for competition, and this new boy's cockiness only added to his appeal.

I glanced at Jasper; he looked thoughtful. I wonder… their scent seems familiar to some creatures I encountered on my travels with Maria…

I was about to inquire about his thoughts, but I didn't want to reveal them to everyone if he wanted to keep them private. I made a mental note to ask him about it later.

"Well, Alice, do you see anything?" Rosalie asked impatiently.

Alice seemed annoyed at the question. "No!" she snapped. We all glanced warily at one another, except for Jasper, who seemed lost in his own world.

I looked at Alice, and focused on her mental voice, but all I got was a jumble of fast-forwarded visions or scenes; they were too fast to pick apart, and I could understand why she was frustrated.

"Alice, what is that you're seeing?"

"I don't know," she whined. Her hands were clamped on either side of her head. I had never seen her so frustrated. "Every time I try to concentrate on those new people, I just get these frenzied visions; they won't settle, and I can't remember anything." She pouted. This was more than strange.

Could I be losing my visions?

"Not likely, these creatures aren't human, or vampires, so you might not be able to read them," I assured Alice. Rosalie rolled her eyes.

"I hate it when you two go into your own private world, and act like we're not even here," Rosalie fumed, as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. If she was human, I was almost sure she her face would be flushed red with anger. I rolled my eyes at her.

In that moment, the air wafted with the two variations of summer smells. I looked across the cafeteria to see the two mysterious creatures enter. They proceeded to go to the concession line-up. It was almost comical they way the room fell into a complete silence, and almost in the same moment became loud again with over excited whispers that I was sure the new kids could hear.

I filtered through the thoughts and figured out from Jessica - Forks' unofficial gossip queen - that the new teenagers were in the office for the first part of the day sorting out their transcripts. From the general consensus of the gossip, France was their country of origin. I'd heard other similar stories close to that in other minds as well. By the sunglasses evident on the girl's face, she apparently hadn't taken them off all morning. It wasn't even sunny outside; if it were, my family definitely would not be here.

Rosalie was about to speak, but I signalled for her and the rest of my siblings to use our special way of speaking, accelerated and faint so average humans couldn't pick up anything. Extra precaution against these abnormal beings.

"Who does she think she is?" Rosalie started. I scowled at her thoughts. "I mean, it's a bit extreme to be wearing sunglasses in this weather. She's just wearing them for attention," Rosalie said in a matter-of-factly tone. Emmett nudged her. Sometimes even he thought she went too far. The couple proceeded to the seating area and chose to sit down at the center table. As if the new girl had heard Rosalie, she removed her sunglasses from her face, and took down her hood.

The shock from the student audience that came at that moment was beyond ridiculous even if it was greatly appropriate. The first thing that caught my attention was the shocking mass of black and gold curls that tumbled down the girl's back. They were tumultuous, wild and carefree floating around her as if she were in water. She had catlike hazel eyes that were flecked with the same amber colour that my siblings and I shared. Her skin was tantalizing; it had a copper colour – no caramel, was closer… well, whatever type of brown it was - and shone with a slight sheen of golden shimmer. It was probably not visible to human eyes because she was literally glittering - the same way my kind did when our skin was exposed to sunlight - and it would have caused a commotion if the humans were able to see it. Her face was too beautiful, too exquisite, to be human, and I was immediately disgusted, as if her beauty were a too sweet beverage with a sour after taste. It was too much to take in. There was no doubt in my mind that this girl was not human. Not at all and neither was her friend - or perhaps brother. I would assume brother, but the pair didn't look alike; the only similarity they shared was their unearthly, striking, foreign looks.

The fact that I couldn't read their minds only solidified my belief in their other worldliness.

I would've said that they reminded me of vampires, because we were all known to be extreme beauties, but they held a different type of beauty. Our beauty was threatening yet luring, and human's subconscious warned them not to get too close. But their beauty seemed to be… happy almost, if that was the right word - at least the girl's did. The boy seemed to have a similar dangerous look as us. Or maybe this was all in my head.

My curiosity began to wane as I watched the two. They seemed to be putting up a convincing human charade, so I decided to stop watching. I could not say the same for the rest of the students; they were ogling at the couple unabashedly. Regardless, I would discuss this with Carlisle later; he must know something that the rest of us didn't. I ignored my intense pull to watch them, and decided to drift back into my preferred state of self-induced oblivion.

The bell rung, and Emmett and I exited the History class. It wasn't that I had to re-take any of my classes; it was just that I had already done the classes, and it infuriated me having to repeat the same material. Really, how many times does one need to learn that Christopher Columbus found the Americas? I mean, surely they could vary the history they teach. Perhaps we could learn about Europe's many wars, or the colonization of Africa, or the conflict of the Middle East… not that I hadn't already learnt all of this anyway. I headed down the south corridor of the hall and was about to take a left down the staircase to my art class when I heard the murmurs of frenzied conversation.

I automatically went into stealth mode, as if I was cornering prey while hunting. The sounds were coming from a broom closet to my left. I glanced around the halls but they were empty, except the one or two stragglers running late for class. I could hear the conversation perfectly from where I was standing. And even though I couldn't see who it was, the pungent aroma of summertime was a confirmation that the two new students currently inhabited the closet.

"I want to leave, now!" one voice said angrily. It was female and soft.

"We just got here, we are not leaving. And besides you chose this place," the second voice argued, sounding annoyed, as if dealing with a petulant child.

"I've changed my mind. It's not what I thought it would be." Her voice suddenly changed, sounding wistful and sad; childlike. It would melt the crankiest man's heart. "Whatever I thought or felt, it's not here." She took a deep breath,"I want to go back, please, Xavier."

"No." I could hear the finality in his tone. This girl was not getting her way. I heard a frantic shuffling and the sound of skin on skin contact. Suddenly it went quiet, and I could hear nothing, except for heavy breathing, a whimper from the girl, and silence. A faint, glowing golden light surrounded the edges of the door, and quickly went dead. Then the door click came, and I headed towards an alcove just to my right, using accelerated speed to avoid being seen.

The couple in the broom closet emerged, and were none other than the new students, as I had confirmed with their overwhelming scent. Xavier, obviously being the boy, stepped out, smoothed down his clothes, and glanced around the hallways as if he was getting ready to cross the street rather than a school hallway. He glanced back to the girl impatiently.

"Zarina, let's go." The boy Xavier didn't have an accent, on the on the contrary, both his and Zarina's voices were rather "Western" sounding, and didn't have the tiniest lilt of a Parisian accent. Obviously this France story was a farce The girl stepped out of the closet, her hands crossed over her chest in irritation. Or rather Zarina, the unnaturally beautiful girl. If I couldn't stand to look at her before, it was even worse now. She looked even sweeter than before, her eyes slightly dazed and her demeanour somewhat off balance, as if she were tipsy.

She turned to the left, towards the alcove I was hiding in and stared. At first I thought she was looking because of her unexplainable intoxication, but then I realized she could see me. The way I had contorted my body to fit the narrow crevice should have been unnoticeable to humans.

She came up to me, and her eyes immediately sharpened after looking at me. I stared into her hazel irises; they were mesmerizing. Then she smiled, a glorious smile that could only be described as angelic.

"Hi," she beamed at me. She didn't even seem fazed by my irregular stance. I quickly untwisted myself from the alcove and stepped out to maintain some sort of dignity.

"Zarina, what are you… oh, it's you." Xavier walked towards us, but stopped mid-step upon seeing me. Me. Why would he remember me? Well, I couldn't be too surprised, my family and I did not go unnoticed easily.

His breathing quickened and I could almost sense the anger in his eyes as his fingers began to tremble slightly. He was trying to control his anger, but wasn't doing a very good job at it. Human or not, his emotions were emanating, I could only imagine what Jasper would feel if he were here.

Xavier grabbed the girl's hand roughly, and dragged her down the stairwell that led to the art classrooms, shooting daggers at me the whole way, as if daring me to follow. Unfortunately for him I was going the same way.

A/N : Introduction to our 2 new characters in the 2nd chapter