A/N: Hello Everyone! Kawaii Stella here with my very first solo TwiFic! I say solo cuz I'm co writing The Lost Letters with Elena McVoy. (you should go check her out she's awesome.) This is just the introduction. This Intro is in my OCs, Claudine's POV. This story mostly will be in Claudine's, Carlisle's, or 3rd person POV. I'm already to typing the 5th chapter. Warning, the fourth chapter is very long when it gets here. I'm quite pleased inn my mind about how this story is turning out. I hope you all enjoy it! In your reviews, please be nice. I don't like flames. They hurt me. So read, review, and enjoy! ~KS

Disclaimer: I don't own anything pertaining to Twilight. My OCs are mine and so is the town I created for them. So don't steal them.

The Diamond Child

By: Kawaii Stella

Prologue/Introduction

Through my heritage, I had learned many legends that many considered pure myth. However, I knew they were true and very, very real. Many of times I had learned through firsthand experience. There were thousands of different tales; spanning the ages since my adopted family's beginnings. Well, my father's adopted family; my father whom I don't remember and know little about.

My father and his sister were the first to ever enter the clan and be part of "The Legend of a Thousand Facets" or more commonly called "The Diamond Legend". The Legend of a Thousand Facets got its name from old tales that in certain matters were so different, yet covered the same thing: the immortals.

Yes, immortals; the ones who live forever. They are the vampires. Bloodsucking creatures of the night and all that. However, not all vampires are night bound. Many a breed of vampire can easily survive in the sun. My father is one, or so I'm told. Others can come out in the day but are weakened greatly by it. There are also those who fit the most stereotypical type of vamp: those who sleep by day, eat at night, and get turned to dust if they get caught in the sun. There are tons of different vampires, but there is one breed I have yet to encounter that I'm truly curious of: the diamond skins.

Now, I'm sure you're wondering who I am and why I am telling you this. Well my name is Claudine and I'm a legend keeper slash warrior of my clan. My clan basically is a mix of Irish and Native American peoples but since its beginning has gained more nationalities. Yeah, I know it's not a cannon mix but hey, you gotta deal with the cards you're dealt. My job of as a legend keeper is simple: I learn the legends, keep them alive, and, if possible, learn more about them. I'm 17 and I already know nearly all of the oral legends and most of the written ones. So to say the least I can tell a mean ghost story. In these times of peace there isn't a big call for warriors to stand guard or fight. So in my spare time I travel to different dimensions and universes to gather new legends. Well, I do that occasionally. Usually I leave to another dimension just so I can get away and focus on my art.

If you hadn't guessed my family can be crazy. As far as I know I've always been raised by my grandparents since I don't have a clue who my birth parents are. It was my grandma who got me into the legends in the first place. On rainy days like today I can't do much, so like most rainy days I'm sprawled out on their couch watching The Price Is Right.

"That's too much!" Gran yelled from the love seat, startling me out of my daze. The show cut to a commercial and Gran asked me what I wanted for lunch.

"Hmm… I dunno'," I said, going into the kitchen to rummage through the fridge.

"How about fried chicken?" Gran asked me.

"Oh yeah, that sounds good!" I said as grandpa walked in after hanging up his hunter orange raincoat out on the porch.

"What sounds good," Grandpa asked.

"Fried chicken," I informed him.

Grandpa agreed that fried chicken did sound good and sat in his rocking chair; using his pocket knife to get the cakes of mud out of his boots.

After The Price Is Right was over, I accompanied grandma into the kitchen so I could help if she needed me to – which usually wasn't the case. Usually I just sat there and watched her work her magic. For a while I stared out the kitchen window, watching lightning cut across the sky. My loyal dog came and sat at my feet as I said,

"Some summer storm. It's so dark outside."

"It sure is," Gran commented.

"I don't think we've had a storm this bad since this past spring," Grandpa commented from the living room.

"Hmm…" I said.

As I stared into the dark, rolling storm clouds, I had an odd feeling stir within my soul. Someone was going to die.