Disclamer: I don't own Twilight saga.
Preface
Bella was packing to go to Forks when there was a flash and she disspeared. She reappered in a room with seven beautful people she didn't know in it. There was another flash and her mother and her father appeared with her mother's husband Phil. One more flash showed a boy that seemed familar with a boy with a stony face and a pile of books with a note. One of the beautiful strangers picked up the note and read it out loud.
"Dear Cullens, Bella, Charlie, Sam, Jacob, and Phil,
You are here to read the three books on the table. They will tell you the future. They are about Edward Cullen and Bella Swan. Please intoduce yourselves," The man finished.
"I will go first. I am Carlisle Cullen. This is my wife Esme. My sons Edward, Jasper, and Emmett. My daughters Rosalie and Alice." He pointed to each in turn. The one Edward caught my attention. He was more that beautiful. My dad stepped up.
"I am Charlie Swan. My daughter Bella. My ex-wife Renee, and her husband Phil." He pointed to each of us in turn."
"I'm Jacob Black," said one of the boys. Ah, that explains why he looked familar. Everyone looked at the remaining boy.
"I'm Sam Uley." He was glaring at the Cullens. Well isn't he nice. Carlisle looked back at the note.
"More words have appeared. 'Well take a seat and have fun. I started with New Moon for my own amusement. Don't even try to read the out of order. The words will disapear. Have fun. Enjoy yourselves. See ya, Me.' Well I guess we should have a seat."
Everyone sat down. Carlisle picked up the book on top and opened it.
"I'll read first if you don't mind." Nobody did.
"Preface.
I FELT LIKE I WAS TRAPPED IN ONE OF THOSE TERRIFYING nightmares, the one where you have to run, run till your lungs burst, but you can't make your body move fast enough. My legs seemed to move slower and slower as I fought my way through the callous crowd, but the hands on the huge tower didn't slow. With relentless, uncaring force, the turned inexorably toward the end-the end of everything.
But this was no dream,and, unlke the nightmare, I wasn't running for my life; I was racing to save something infinitely more precious. My own life meant little to me today.
Alice"
"Is that me," the little pixie spoke up from Jasper's? lap whom she was currently sitting on.
"Maybe," said Carlisle. "I don't know." He continued reading.
"had said there was a good chance we would both die here."
"I think it is me," Alice said. I wondered how she knew.
"Perhaps the outcome would be different if she wasn't trapped by the sunlight;only I was free to run across this bright, crowded square.
And I couldn't run fast enough.
So it didn't matter to me that we were surrounded by our extraordinarily dangerous enemies. As the clock began to toll out the hour, vibrating under the soles of my sluggish feet, I knew I was too late-and I was glad something bloodthirsty waited in the wings. For in failing at this, I forfeited any desire to live.
The clock tolled again, and the sun beat down from the exact center point of the sky."
"Well that was interesting," said Emmett was easy to remeber. He was huge.
"Who wants to read next?" Carlisle asked.
"I will," said Esme.
"I have a question." I said.
"Go ahead," said Carlisle smiling at me.
"Whoes point of view is this in?"
"I don't know,"said Carlisle pondering the queston. "Maybe we should read to find out." I nodded and he handed the book to his wife.
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