Ok, so its been a while since I've posted anything. A long while actually. But I feel the need to write again, a need to post it too. . So here it goes, my first Twilight story, slightly different than what you'd expect I think. PS: the single quotes are telepathy. FYI.

Regan sighed, sitting on the plush couch and channel surfing had lost its charm. She could hear Jasper and Alice whispering sweet nothings to one another in their room. Rosalie and Emmett were further down, making a lot more noise. Emmett was trying to apologize to Rose for something or other. Regan couldn't even keep up with their petty squabbles then make up sex after. Carlisle and Esme were in the study, discussing Carlisle's day at the hospital. The only other person in the massive house that was silent was Edward, her dearest brother.

'Wacha doin?' she thought up to him.

'Listening to music and watching the sun attempt to rise,' he thought back down to her.

'Want company?'

'Sure.'

Their telepathy was something that had Carlisle perplexed. He was convinced that it had to do with the manner of her change. She had welcomed death with open arms, and Edward, poor Edward, was so new that he could not resist the scent of her blood. Regan was a thief by trade and a good one at that. She had been caught in Buckingham palace attempting to steal the crown from the queen's very head. She made it out to the dense on the outskirts of town when a bullet found her abdomen. It cut through her liver then bounced around her insides, tearing as it went. She was in exceptional pain and when Edward arrived and began to drink from her, she embraced him. Carlisle pulled him off of Regan and tended for her. He had hoped that she could be for Edward what Esme was to him. But they were not destined to be more than siblings. Though of all of the family, Edward and Regan shared the closest familial bond.

Regan turned off the television and grabbed a People magazine that Alice had left on the coffee table and walked up the stairs to Edward's room. Smiled into the office as she passed, waving silently to her "foster parents". They waved back but she was already past. She silently opened the door to his room and sat down on the comfy couch beside him. They didn't say a word as she sat down. She pulled her legs up Indian style and began to leaf through the magazine.

He glanced over at her, apprising her as she sat down. Her long curly brown hair cascaded halfway down her back. Her golden eyes flickered around the pages quickly as she chewed her lip thoughtfully. He changed the song on his iPod and the speakers it was plugged into silenced for a moment before picking up again. Jack Black's voice began to lilt through the speakers and she smiled.

'Excellent choice,' she thought to him.

'I think so,' he replied.

'Just don't let Esme hear it,' she warned.

"Edward," Esme's voice echoed softly down the hall. "You know how I feel about that music,"

"Sorry Esme," he called, in a voice no louder than he would use to speak to Regan who was next to him. She giggled and Esme's voice called once more.

"Regan, don't encourage him please,"

"Sorry Esme," she called with a laugh.

Edward changed the song again, an Irish song from Boondock Saints echoed through the speakers. They both laughed at the choice and settled down to watch the sun attempt to rise. When Edward had said that earlier, she was puzzled. How could the sun only attempt to rise? She understood though when she looked out the floor to ceiling windows. Warm rays from the sun that sent parts of them shining were being smothered by thick inky storm clouds. Thunder echoed in the distance, though intensifying exponentially by the passing second. The promise of a storm was thick on the air and an uneasy feeling grew in Regan's stomach. Edward was immediately aware of this when she started to phase into what she looked like as a human. Her hair frizzed out a little and her eyes turned a vibrant green. Her skin warmed up in tones to a golden brown and her hands clenched into fists. Her shape shifting ability stemmed from her uncanny ability to change her appearance to avoid getting caught in her thievery. And in this life, it had become somewhat of a security blanket. When she was uneasy or afraid, which her personality and demeanor would not show, she would sink back into her human form. She could shift into any person she wanted, but was most comfortable in her previous appearance.

"What's wrong?" he asked aloud.

"Nothing," she said, keeping her eyes averted from him. She knew he would know her lie as soon as she looked in his eyes.

'Liar,' he thought to her.

"I have a bad feeling about today," she said. Thunder roared overhead, shaking the panes of glass with the reverberations.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

'I'm not certain, I just feel like something bad is about to happen.'

He put a reassuring arm around her shoulder. "Everything's going to be fine, even if there's trouble brewing, has there been anything the two of us couldn't handle?"

She smiled weakly, he was right. No matter what came along, together they could face it. But why didn't the unease in her stomach dissolve. Nature answered with another peal of roaring thunder.

So there it is. The first chapter. I know its kinda short, but I have three five page papers to write, so this is my fun writing, that's the no fun part. Review and let me know what you think. If I don't get any, I'll know that I've lost my fanfic touch. Toodles!

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