A/N: Welcome everybody to the beginning of FantasyLand. Please Enjoy….
Also, I do not own anything Twilight, but that's obvious. ;)
Introduction
If she saw her sister read one of those books again, she would scream.
All her beloved sister did in their house or in school or at any public event when you were supposed to be socialize was read. And not read anything worth reading like Jane Austin, or pretend to read the Scarlet Letter like she did for props that she was a intelligent girl, but simple, stupid Twilight.
And New Moon.
And Eclipse.
And Breaking Dawn.
Over and over and over, again and again.
Their mother was at a loss, and their teachers just ignored her and really, Maki was just angry.
To say her sister was anti-social was an understatement.
Darcy sighed as she saw her sister calmly turn the page, entranced into the page 64 of her favorite book. Her shoulder length brown hair covered a part of her face, her grey green eyes squinting to read the text. Her brown skin had a gold shimmer like Darcy's did, not that she tanned to get it.
She barely ever left the house unless she was made to, or Darcy had to take her.
"Really into that, yeah?"
Darcy commented, looking over her sister's shoulder silently. Her sister didn't respond, and Darcy just huffed and sat back.
To day was one of those days when their mother made Darcy take her socially inhibited sister somewhere with her. They were on the public transportation to the mall since Darcy's car had broken down. They were supposed to meet Darcy's friends to shop for their outfits for the performance at the Pep rally two weeks from now.
Not that Moana really cared; she just took one of her books, Eclipse, with with her and read slowly and with care.
They were twins; exactly identical down to every freckle and the beauty mark under their right eye. The only difference was their hair- while Darcy's was long and to her waist in curls, Moana had her hair chopped into something like layers and bone strait. Right now Darcy's eyes were narrowed in disgust.
What was it about Twilight that made people so hypnotized?
She had read the books before, not that anyone knew. She read it to to see what the excitement was about, but just felt bored at the series and quickly put her sisters books back when she wasn't paying attention. Which was frequently.
Today was a Saturday and a bright day in San Francisco. Everyone in the city was full of energy for this day and if it was another day with anyone else she would have been to.
But with her sister around, she just felt drained.
Moana was just so drawn into herself, most of the time. Darcy felt like she didn't have a twin let alone a sibling. Moana just sat on her bed and read and did homework, never laughing never talking and barely eating.
"Our stop will be coming soon, Momo," Darcy said, and rolled her eyes when her sister made no signal that she heard her. Even though she knew she did.
Maybe it was the fact that yes, they weren't exactly in the best situation, but to Darcy it was no excuse for her sister to act like this. A long time ago, before they moved from England, her sister was actually her sister, who laughed and did all the same things she did.
They used to sleep in the same bed when they heard their parents argue. Moana used to tell her scary stories, she used to sing a lot when their dad would play the piano. But now, that was all gone.
Now their parents were divorced.
Now they lived in San Fransisco, not the West End of London.
Now they were separated from the many things they had ever known and were thrown into a 'hectic American life'. As their mother, an architect says. Moriia Powell was a army brat who decided to marry a Englishman fresh out of school.
And more than often they heard their mother say she regretted that. Which was why they had had the divorce. To stop the fighting, and to be happier.
But to her, it seemed the only people who were happy were their parents—because she lost a parent and a sibling when the paper was signed. The divorce was years ago, and Darcy found if she closed her eyes, and really tried hard, she could she home again.
"Did you hear me Momo? Our stop is coming!"
Still no response from her sister and she closed her eyes tightly, before opening her eyes. She wouldn't yell at her sister. She wouldn't.
"I heard you Nahelani," came a cool soft voice. Moana still had the thick British accent. While her accent only came out when angry, Moana still had hers, refusing to start to blend into the city.
Darcy, already irritated, finally let a bit of her attitude out. "You should have answered me in the first place. You act as if you're deaf,"
"No, I do not. What you said was a statement; it wasn't really needed for me to respond because you know I heard you," came her sisters cool voice.
Moana had yet to look up from the book, and from the man who sat next to Moana had had to really think if the soft voice really came from the yound woman next to him. Soon, Darcy was yelling at her sister, irritated at her smart retort.
Everyone was staring, and befoe she knew it, Darcy was letting her temper get the best of her. She had leaned over and snatched the book from her sister waving it in the air.
They were like reflections of each other, except Moana had turned to look at her sister calmly, while Darcy ranted. Soon, a woman, attractive and dressed like a model, had stood up, to grab the book.
" Though I don't know you, I can tell that you have more sense than this to embarrass youself. This is your sister. You shouldn't treat her that way,"
Darcy cut her eyes at the woman, snatching the book back. She would act anyway she wanted! Her sister wanted to ruin her fun day, she'd ruin hers.
"Yes, thank you for the advice. You right I should love to my sister. So here is the act of love-"
With the flick of the wrist, Eclipse went through the window, to the street.
Darcy looked with satisfaction as her sister sat wide-eyed at her book on the ground, about to be run over by a car. Moving faster than her sister had ever seen her move, she was into the street jumping from the moving vehicle like a mad woman.
Then, just like her sister, Darcy had jumped as well letting out a scream as she saw that same car about to hit her Moana, not prepared for the frantic sisters scrambling in front of it.
"Momo-stop!"
It was like a dream.
An unpleasant, sort of painful one. One that seemed so real, that it had Darcy shiver with the fact she could feel her bones crack.
The pain was so blinding, so strong, that Moana couldn't even scream, her voice now actually gone.
It was just white, a painful bright white light. Darcy in a moment thought she was dying, as did Moana.
But they had the same thought as they went through this: Where is my sister?
They were one half of a whole, after all. It was natural to look for the missing half.
Darcy
It felt cold. To cold and too painful. My whole left side was vibrating in the pain where I just wanted to scream, but I couldn't. I couldn't scream, I couldn't do anything. I wanted to cry.
Suddenly I felt very childish and stupid to doing that to my sister. But right now I just wanted to know she was okay.
Mom would kill me for not taking care of her.
That's when I felt it. When the pain wasn't as painful. When cold suddenly went with wet, and I could feel something under me.
It was grass. The ground was now under me, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was actually holding in until my fingers grabbed long grass between them.
My heart was beating so hard; even if it sounded cheesy, it felt like I fell out of the sky to the ground.
Like those small bouncy balls. The ones Momo and I used to play with all the time.
Momo.
Where was my sister?
I tried breathing deeper. Suddenly I was feeling like the actress from Kill Bill—I needed to wiggle my big toe.
But I couldn't. I could just feel my fingers and my stomach and my thighs, but my toes felt to numb to move.
God. Did they run over my legs?
I didn't want to be paralyzed.
Forcing my eyes open, I looked in front of me. Nothing in front of me. Nothing but grass and trees and twigs and sticks and leaves and night.
This wasn't San Francisco.
Slowly I could feel my calves, and the feeling dripped down to my feet. Grabbing my still throbbing side I rolled over, to look at the dark sky. Full of stars.
I heard all types of insects, and I felt the urge to get up, to look around to find Momo and to shake her stupid. Why did she run in front to that car? For a stupid book?
While I felt like cursing and finding my sister, a gentle voice came to me, a few steps back. It was motherly, and sounded almost like singing. I wanted to know who that was.
Did she take me out here?
"She is conscious Esme. I do not think that her voice or her ability to talk has came back to her as of yet, though,"
Esme.
I knew that name.
"Esme…." I said. It was so familiar. Too familiar for me to forget. How could I-
"Darling, please. Let me go to her,"That voice was definitely male, and English.
English. Did my mom find us out there sprawled and sent us home to Dad?
Was this man a person who kidnapped the children for parents? Like Smugglers?
Did daddy actually know people to do that for him?
Soon, there was a man above me, a blonde. He was so close my vision blurred for trying to concentrate so hard. He was slowly checking if I could move anything, asking me questions.
Like what my name was, where I was from, how old I was. What today was.
"My sister…"
My sister. If she died…because of a book-
Slowly, I felt a calming sensation, my breathing regulating. I felt jello-y, but more awake. My side was throbbing with my left arm, and soon I began to notice something. This man's hands. They were quite cold. And now that my eyes weren't as blurry, I could see that he was so pale. And handsome.
Very nice looking I must say. Like…..Brad Pitt hot….No, hotter than that.
I heard a snort coming from my left then, and I tried to look over there but only saw trees.
"Who..w-who are you?"
I said, eyeing him. His eyes were carefully looking away from my eyes and I looked at his clothes- expensive but simple.
"My name is Dr. Cullen. What is yours?"
Cullen.
Cullen.
CULLEN.
Very familiar.
"Where is my sister..?"
There was a chuckle, from the doctor. "Why aren't you an uncooperative one? If you must know, your sister is laying a ways away with my wife. Now if you please, tell me your name, "
"Mo..Mo…"
I wanted my sister. NOW. It was important for me to see her, to look my reflection the eyes to see if she was okay. So I could kick her ass.
"Its okay, I'm fine."
I gave a sigh of relief at hearing my sister's accented voice. Why did she seem okay but I felt so horrible? The doctor however attracted my attention again, and I looked at him, trying not to be sucked in the prettiness that he was. And he was quite pretty…
"Now, I am going to lift you slowly. I need you to look strait ahead, and no where else. This is very important you do that, understand?"
Clear minded, I nodded, and gave a soft breath as the doctor lifted me up.
I will admit. I have never followed directions. Even as a child I was always disobedient; but I find this was one of those moments when I was supposed to listen.
Because to my right in a half circle were ten large….bears. With big paws. That looked like my cousin's half wolf half dog pet she put down in South Dakota. But like twenty times larger. And you know that was fine. Because I was delirious from the fact the seemed to be inching closer and the doctor paid no heed to that.
But then to my right, I saw people. Pale people like Dr. Cullen, beautiful like him with strange gold eyes, and frowns.
"Now, please, close your eyes," Dr. Cullen said. He was touching my arm, and I sighed as I felt my arm be examined.
My sister was saying something, but it wasn't loud enough. There was nothing but clicking. Clicking of my brain as I worked it out.
There was only one Dr. Cullen I had ever heard of.
In front of all of the frowning beautiful frowning people, I saw my sister. She was in a woman's arms, with Carmel hair and a soft smile, and a splint on her leg. While her body had lots of scratches, she had that look in her eye. That look she had when she read her favorite part of her stupid book.
The book we were in.
A/N: So what do you think? It just popped into my mind when my sister said she wondered what it would be like there for me, since I love Twilight so much. and of course, I had to bring her along for the ride too!
I hope you enjoyed this! More to come soon….