"Trust in the timing of your life. Trust your journey."

-Unknown.

"You know, you could've at least warned me." I said into my phone, "I know Lily is a free spirit and spontaneous and all but a little warning would've been great, dad." I said lightly as I read my worn copy of 'The Great Gatsby'. It was mid day here in Vegas and the temperature was boiling. It was mid summer and the numbers were in the triples. Thankfully, I was saved from any interaction with the heat outside by being in the airport waiting for my flight to Forks, Washington.

"I know, honey, but we weren't really sober at the time of our short but beautiful wedding," Her father's deep and gruff voice came out in a breathy chuckle, "We can't really do anything about it now since we're already in London but hey, we aren't complaining and besides, you've always wanted to go visit your mother and brother. It's been a few years, eh?" Her father reminded trying to keep his voice light.

Truth be told, the topic of my real mother and my older brother Sam was always touchy ground with dad. I never understood why and never bothered asking in respect for him. I only remember visiting my mother and brother once and that was when I was five. Dad had gone with me and we didn't last long or should I say he didn't last long. For some reason, my father was haunted by the place he had grown up in and refused to have any connection to that place.

I could never understand why. Forks, in my five year old memory, was beautiful and lush. Despite the sun hardly shining, it was still majestically beautiful. Green for as far as the eye can see. For a person who hated the heat, Forks was sounded like Heaven. I loved the rain. Whenever we were graced with rain in Vegas I would sit by the window curled up in a warm, fuzzy blanket and watch the weather with peace.

I've always kept in contact with my mother. She calls nearly every day. Sam calls every few weeks but not as much. Mom tells me that Sam has a lot on his plate these past few months but won't get into detail why. Despite, me being curious I couldn't pry. It wasn't my place.

I was definitely excited. Dad, after our last visit to L.A Push, refused to ever go back and forbade me of ever going again. So, the thought of ever returning had been wiped away from my mind until today. I was extremely excited. My body was filled with absolute glee and joy. I was finally going to see my mother and older brother! After all these years, I was overjoyed at the thought.

I tuned back into reality realizing that my father was babbling with Lily about London. I blinked when I looked at the line for my flight and saw that the plane had arrived and people were already. It wasn't a direct flight but I doubt this many people were going to Forks. "Hey, dad I gotta go! My flight is here and people are lining up!" I cut him off as I hurriedly put my book into my backpack and got up heading towards the line.

"Alright, sweetie, text me when you get to your mothers house, okay? Lily says to be safe. No boys, do you hear? I don't want to hear about any boys, got that? No one is good enough for my Princess." Dad loudly stated earning laughter from Lily and an eye roll form me.

"Yes, dad, I will text you and no boys. Boys have cooties." I humored him.

He gave a satisfied laugh, "Atta' Girl! Love you!"

I quickly replied back and hung up the phone and eagerly waited the long flight to Washington.

I had been correct about the amount of people going to Forks. I had been the only one going to Forks so; imagine the slight panic on the faces of the people on the plane with me. It was really funny. The looks I received were even funnier. They were probably dying to ask what in the world could a hick town have that a girl like me could possibly want. I was disappointed to say that I had forgotten about the weather in my excitement while rushing out the door and into the taxi. I had forgotten my hoodie and sighed. I didn't feel like digging through my suitcases for a hoodie, so I would brave through the cold that I could feel just by looking out the windows of the air port.

I giddily found my suitcases and made my way towards the exit. Suddenly, I realized that my mother hadn't told me who exactly was picking me up. Confused, I stood outside like a moron. The cold instantly greeting me by nipping harshly at my sun-kissed Vegas tan; people were zooming around me but there weren't that many people were at the airport.

Without warning, two burly and thick arms wrapped around my waist lifting me into the air, "Now, this possibly couldn't be my baby sister, could it? Last time, I remember you were in a pink dress and pigtails." The familiar voice of my older brother made me giggle like crazy as he spun me around.

"Sam!" I laughed clinging onto him until he stopped with the spinning.

My brother had definitely grown up well. He was extremely tall, muscular, and fit. I bet money that Fitness magazines would hire him within a heart if they got a look at my brother. He had black shaggy hair and dark brown eyes. He had a grin on his handsome face and excitement clear in his eyes.

He set me down and got a good look at me and frowned, "You were right, Emily, we're going to have a hard time keeping the boys away from her. Sorry, Serena, but you're being grounded until you're no longer young and beautiful." Sam stated with a dead serious look on his face but the giggles emitting from the beautiful woman behind him said otherwise.

She had to be in her mid twenties. Despite, the large scar on her half of her face she still remained beautiful. She had a friendly and lovely smile. The dark skin that came with the Quileute's here. She had to be the beautiful fiancé that mother always gushes about.

I couldn't help to laugh at Sam but shake my head, "Somehow, I'm not upset about that." I giggle as Sam ruffles my light brown hair.

"Serena, this is my beautiful soon-to-be wife, Emily Young. Mother probably forgot to tell you but you're going to be staying with us. Don't take it the wrong way but it's probably better that way. I doubt you want to stay with a bunch of old people." Sam smirks as he introduces me to Emily.

I giggle, "Hi, Emily. I've heard a lot about you from my mom." I say softly as she grins and pulls me into a tight hug.

"I am so excited! Sam always talks about you. I'm so happy to finally meet you!" She gushes out in a rush and I couldn't help but laugh. It didn't feel as if we were just meeting for the first time. It felt as if I had always been here and was returning from a short trip. It was a good feeling that great things were to come from being here in Forks. I was glad nothing was awkward. I knew it wouldn't but one never knew. I was glad Emily liked me. I knew we would both become close.

I glad to finally see Sam, as well. Despite, he not physically being with me throughout my life I knew we would only grew closer. Family was important in Forks and that was something that even my father couldn't deny. I couldn't wait to see where this went. It would be at least a year until I was supposed to return home. I was only seventeen so, I still had to go to school but I wasn't nervous. I was excited to see what L.A Push High School brought.

"Thank you, I feel the same way. I've only wanted to come here since forever ago. Man, I can't believe I'm actually here." I said with awe clear on my face. Sam gently wraps his arms around both Emily and I as if shielding me from the cold that didn't seem to bother them as much as it did me.

"Well, sis, How about we head on home and get you settled in? We are far from the last faces you'll meet today." Sam says earning a laugh from Emily.

"That's for sure!" Emily giggles.

Same goes to pick up my suitcases which he does effortlessly, "Dang, bro, do you lift?" I said, awed poking his biceps. He rolls his eyes.

"Funny, now get moving we have a long drive to L.A Push." Sam nudges me forward. Emily walks beside me as the three of us immerse ourselves into conversation. Sam and Emily would mainly ask questions about me and I would respectively answer. It was like I was their new shiny toy and they would refuse to let go.

I definitely had a good feeling about L.A Push. I was curious to meet more faces and eager to learn about the place of my birth. I didn't know much but I was very eager to learn. I sighed in content with a lazy grin on my face. This was the beginning of a beautiful adventure.

Welcome to my first Twilight FanFic, Dusk!

This story contains bad words, some violence, other supernaturals, some fluff and lemons, and the occasional error in most chapters.

This story also does not bash Bella Swan or the Cullen's! Bella isn't the bitch most stories portray her as. Both Bella and the Cullen's are heavily included in this story past chapter six or seven. This story will also follow the book and movie—although l will add some plots and twist among the way to keep it interesting.

I am telling you this beforehand so, you don't read my story and then decide to leave a review stating why this or why that. Please keep those reviews to yourself, please. Not all stories will be suited for your taste. Although, I am open to nice, constructive criticism.

I, also, will state this once and only once.

I do not own anything in the world of Twilight. I only own my OC's and my separate story line.

Without further ado, please enjoy Dusk!