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Summary: Avril Dixon moves to Forks with her sister, Coralline, and her dad, Richard. The family move from London, and when Avril spots the Cullens, she is sure somethings wrong about them. When Emmett takes a strong liking to the human, can her fantasies and obsession with vampiric literature come true?
Avril P.O.V
Well, looks like the move is finally going head. After our mother's mysterious death, our father took up a job in America, Forks, Washington, (He calls it a fresh start, me and my sister call it Hell) and now we're leaving our beautiful Victorian home, to live in some cottage, over on the other side of the bloody world. The small village we're going to is called Forks, I have visited it once, and it rains like theres no tomorrow, I'm surprised that we'll even get signal on our phones. I don't want to leave London, my sweet memories of my mother in the house we grew up in, but I want to support my father, Richard Dixon. My sister – Coralline – on the other hand, is not as open-minded.
"I cannot believe your making us do this!" Coralline screamed. I jumped out of my lazy slumber, and looked towards my bedroom door. It was wide open, and I could hear my sibling howling away.
"Coralline! We have been planning this for months! Behave!" Our father shouted back. The sound of stomps came closer and closer as Coralline climbed the stairs. She turned around and stormed into my room.
"Get up! Jesus! Get off your lazy arse, we have to go!" She screeched.
"Coral, I thought you didn't want to go…" I murmured, while sitting up.
"Oh just get the hell up!" Coralline growled and walked out of my room, slamming the door loudly behind her. I climbed out of bed and shuffled over to my wardrobe. There was one outfit left in there, the rest I had packed downstairs. I pulled off my black pyjama top. It was basically just a long sleeveless shirt, it reached half way down my thigh, and I just wore scarlet shorts underneath to bed. I pulled on my bra and neon-green strappy top. Over the top I put a black shirt with rips along the back and front, exposing the shocking colour. I lazily pulled off my shorts and yanked on black jeans. After forcing on a pair of green Doc. Martins I looked in the mirror. I put on some black eyeliner (Alright, 'some' is an understatement) and tied up my purple-streaked black hair. How about we say I have a 'different' style, and leave all the Goth jokes behind, shall we?
"Avril, come down and get breakfast. We have to leave in half an hour." Dad called. Well, that's me. Avril Dixon. Well-known for being lazy, shocking, and the daughter of a rich Financial Adviser. That's right, rich; life is good when you're aDixon.
"Coming!" I called back, and ran downstairs.
"Move out the way!" Coralline called from behind me, before shoving past me and into the kitchen. I followed her in, and sat next to my father. His hair was a greying brown, his eyes green, and he was wearing his usual pinstriped suit. Coralline stood by the fridge, her bleach-blonde hair tied back in a high ponytail, her side fringe hung in front of her left eye. She was wearing faded jeans, pink pumps and a pink hoodie. She had eyeliner on, mascara, lip gloss and blusher.
"Coralline," Our father said sternly "Why have you got that much makeup on? Is it needed?"
"Yup." She answered, popping the 'P'. "You don't pester Avril with questions like that, and she looks like the daughter of Death."
"I do pester Avril; it's just that she ignores me more than you do."
"Um, hello? Sitting right here!" I exclaimed. They turned to look at me, shrugged and returned to what they were doing before. I leaned back in my chair. "When are we leaving?"
"Now." My father cursed, looking at his watch, before getting up and running out. I grunted and went out after him, grabbing my skull-printed suitcase. Coralline followed us, being slow deliberately. By the time she had reached the car (It was a gleaming black Porsche) I was sitting in the back with earphones firmly in place, and our father was threatening to start driving. We made it to the airport, and 'surprise surprise' we were late. We boarder our flight quickly, and found our seats.
After half an hour, Coralline let out a frustrated sigh, and yanked off my headphones. I snarled at her, and she stared at me.
"What the hell was that?" She blurted.
"That, sister dearest, was a warning for taking away my music." I said in a sweet voice.
"Riiiiiighhhtttt…" She said slowly. "Well turn it down, I can hear your music anyway, and its crap."
"My music is not crap!" I shrieked.
"Pft! What the hell were you just listening to, anyway? A cat being killed painfully?" Coralline replied. Our father moaned, but we ignored him.
"Oh my god! Its way better than that rap stuff you listen to! That isn't even music!" We managed to keep that one argument going for the entire flight, and when we got there our father snapped at us to be quiet and get our stuff. We left the airport grumpily, and climbed into a car that our father had had shipped over. I smiled. It was Bugatti. The drive was long, taking a couple of hours, but soon the city landscape turned into a dreary forest that I fell in love with instantly. Our cottage was buried deep in the trees, and I smiled as the car stopped. Coralline stepped out of the car… and straight into a muddy puddle. I burst out into fits of laughter. Her once-pink pumps had suddenly turned an ugly dark brown.
I stepped out and grabbed my bag, snickering to myself as I walked up to our new home.
Then I stopped.
My jaw dropped.
The world ended.
The cottage was beautiful, huge and old-fashioned. Vines grew up the sides of the white walls, reaching up to the second floor windows, and the front garden was full off beautiful flowers. There was a small archway above the door, and a white picket fence surrounding a gigantic back garden, only slightly visible from where I stood. I followed the stone path up to the front door; I pushed it open and wandered in. Inside was better. The walls were wooden panels, as was the floor, but strangely unique décor covered the place. I was standing in the dining room, which had a small yet gleaming kitchenette in the corner of the wide open space. A grand table stretched across the room, with candles placed on it delicately. I walked on through into the living room, and gawked at the huge TV that hung on the wall. The two sofas were brown leather, and bookshelves lined the three of the walls, the fourth was built up of glass windows and a set of French doors. I looked out at the garden, at the never-ending twirls of flowers and trees, and saw a small, white swinging chair hidden like a lair farther out. If my eyesight wasn't so good, I wouldn't have seen it. I ran upstairs, and my father shouted up to me,
"Third door on the left!" So I went down the hall, and pushed open the heavy door.
"Holy…" The room had large bay windows, exposing the magnificent garden below, wooden floor boards and scarlet walls. There was a four-poster bed with black satin hanging from the top and blood-red covers. All the wood in the room was a dark brown, and one of the walls was lined with a bookcase, filled with my gothic literature. An old chandelier hung from the ceiling, the candles replaced with light bulbs, and a black rug spread out across the front of the bed. I wandered over to a set of chairs, there were each like red velvet, and positioned in front of the gothic fireplace. There was a squeal of happiness, and I knew that Coralline had found her room.
"Avril, Coralline, get down here." Dad called. We both rushed down stairs, pushing and shoving each other constantly. I managed to get past her and outside quicker, and for the second time today I'd stopped, and stared. Dad stood next a gleaming red and black motorbike.
"I know your birthday isn't until' Friday, but I thought you'd want it now, y'know as-" He couldn't finish, I'd flung my arms around his neck and hugged him.
"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank You." I repeated, close to hyperventilating.
"Why does she get a motorbike?" Whined Coralline, who was acting more like a eight-year-old, than an eighteen-year-old.
"You get a car, and your the one who will drive to school and back. Avril's bike is so that she can get somewhere without annoying you." Dad said. I grinned at him.
"Nah, he just loves me more." I teased, smiling.
"I got her a Ferrari." My face fell, and Coralline barked a laugh.
"Jealous, yet?" She said. I shoved passed her, and went into the house.
Well, this was Forks.
I wrote this ages ago, and originally it wasn't a Twilight thing - it was just a book I was writing. I couldn't really get much farther than when they reach the new town, so I came up with this, and changed a lot of it.
Hope you enjoyed it.
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