Star light: Hollywood's new up-and-coming smash hit movie. Staring a lead vampire actor playing a vampire, and a lead heroine who isn't all too right. How does that work?

Note: Vampire's in this story do NOT sparkle or have any effect from the sun

Enjoy

Chapter One

"I hope you're ready Anthony, introductions start tomorrow." Tyler, my manager, states.

"The script is memorized, that's your number one concern isn't it?" I say lazily.

His first movie and already this guy thinks he's king, Tyler thought, I resist the urge to roll my eyes, "Now, Anthony, intro's are your first impressions on the rest of the crew. I realize that you don't know anyone, so I think it would be wise to do some home work before tomorrow morning."

This time last week I was dragged by Alice to go with her and Jasper to Hollywood, her excuse was that I was depressing everyone in the house back in Chicago with my low-key piano music. I honestly couldn't care less. In my one hundred and eleven years of existence I had never been to one of America's biggest landmark. It certainly broke the monotony of life as a twelfth grader high school student. Whilst in 'Dolce and Gabbana' on Hollywood Boulevard a plump middle aged businessman approached Alice, Jasper and me, offering us an audition for what's supposed to be this year's biggest movie 'Star light'.

A movie about vampires.

The irony was not lost on me. I would be a vampire pretending to be a vampire. Alice and Jasper instantly declined, but I hesitated. I understood the risk. I would be on every billboard, Internet page, a television talk show around the world if this became a big hit. It would mean that I would be well known to society, and make it almost impossible for me to unite with my family and their act for a minimum of thirty years after I tire of preforming.

But would that really be bad?

Being surrounded by three perfectly matched couples and being the black sheep was tiring, fast. Not to mention the repetition of high school. I had achieved three medical degrees, a PhD in Pharmacology, Physics and Chemistry, not to mention a bachelor of Music at Julliard. High school and being surrounded by confused and irritating high school students looked very unappealing.

I didn't care for acting in the least, but it would be a much needed change in life style and would keep me entertained even after finishing. It would give me an excuse to get away.

I accepted the audition.

Of cause, being the most attractive out of all candidates, the most alluring and no troubles with holding an emotional face without flinching, I got the lead as Robert Pattison. A possessive, kidnapping vampire that every teenager in the world seems mesmerized by. Naturally, me. I took the usual precaution of changing my name to Anthony St. James –for a laugh- and had do the paperwork to prove so.

"Star Light staring Anthony St. James as 'Robert Pattison', Jacob Black as 'Taylor Lautner', Lauren Mallory 'Christina Phillips', and last, but not least Isabella Swan as 'Kristen Steward'." I smirked.

Isabella Swan. Golden girl of the big screens, a household name. From what I heard any actor or actress would kill to work along side her. Her 'Ultimate girl next door' complex means she steals hearts by the glance, yet her seemingly fragile looking frame makes me wonder how she copes the screaming fans.

I'm looking forward to meeting her.

"As long as you know the basics you'll be fine, just remember you are the most inexperienced actor in the cast, there will be resentment from other actors." I heard Jacob Black had a tantrum when he heard he got the second male lead.

"I can handle myself."

We ride in silence the rest of the limousine ride back to my new apartment complex. With barely a word of goodbye, I leave Tyler and retreat to my humble new home. One step out of the elevator and into the corridor on my level I smell the sweet scent of vampire. With no need to unlock my front door I invite myself in to stare at the burning fury that is Rosalie Hale.

"How could you be so stupid!" She yells, throwing a glass at my head.

I grab the goblet in my hand, not wishing to disturb the neighbors. Emmett, Rosalie's husband –eleventh time and counting- places a firm hand on her bicep, "Calm down baby."

"I will not calm down! How can I? We've relocated five times in the past twenty years! Five! Do you honestly think that someone from one of those districts is not going to remember you? Or notice that you haven't aged a day since the last time they've saw you?"

"That is the reason why we use aliases Rosalie." I unwrap my blue scarf from my neck and shrug off my jacket, hooking it to the hat rack residing beside the front door.

"Yeah Edward, because names are going to stop people from thinking 'hey, isn't that the same guy I went to high school with ten years ago? Oh wait, no, he has a different name!'"

I roll my eyes at Rosalie's ability to blow things out of proportion, "If you haven't noticed I'm using brown contacts, my clothing will need to be updated and my character is English so my voice won't be so recognizable."

"Oh, wow, you're gonna sound British and have muddy colored eyes and suddenly you're a new man, brilliant Edward, stunning really. But have you ever thought about us? Your family? The fact that you're the mind reader and we rely on you to stop from being suspected?"

"Sorry to say this man, but she's got a point." Emmett backs up Rosalie, sorry Eddie, but if I don't agree she'll withhold sex for a year!

"And me, Rosalie? Do I not get to be selfish some times after all that I give up for this family? I remember a time where you and him were nowhere in sight for at least a decade, did I ever question your selfishness? Or the fact after you killed those five men when you were a new born? Did I not help your cover-up? Or when Emmett killed his singer back in Montana? Was I not the one screening every single mind in that district to make sure that anyone had suspected nothing more then an animal attack? Huh? So, sorry Rosalie, if I'm not content with playing a high school student surrounded by ache prone teenagers with personality complexes and paired couples who couldn't be more happier!"

Rosalie's face softens, slightly, "Is that what this is all about? Not having a mate?"

I run my hand through my hair, "No, not entirely. I just need…Change. This is new, this is different, it will be challenging. Don't get me wrong, I will come and visit from time to time, if Alice ever sees a threat I will do everything in my power to stop it. I'm already having her keeping constant scan's on my future, if I knew that this was going to expose me or any of you for the matter I wouldn't be here."

Rosalie's mind is screening all possible way's to convince me that I am wrong, that I should go back to high school and continue on as if nothing has changed. But she couldn't find any excuse. "You will come back to us?"

"Eventually."

With a sharp nods, Emmett sighs, "Well then, now that that shit's sorted out who's up for a little hunt? I'm starving!"

I understand Emmett instantly. Hollywood has such a dense and compact population, the scent of human is even soaked throughout this apartment. I considered a house, but I figured that being only me and supposedly I am just an eighteen year old kid picked up from the streets of Hollywood to star in a movie, I'm not suppose to afford a flashy home.

But flashy apartment on the other hand…

Rosalie, Emmett and I go hunting in Runyon Canyon Park, wild life to Bambi and The Wild Coyote. For anything more appetizing we would have to go more in-land. We feed quickly as both Rosalie and Emmett have a flight to Australia that afternoon. Wishing them luck with the Kangaroos and Koala Bears, I drop them off at the airport in my new glossy white prius. Only with a stern warning to keep out of mischief from Rosalie and a wink from Emmett did they go. I laugh, if there was anyone needing to be worried, it's me for those two over in the impressionable state of Queensland. I silently give a pray to the Country as I leave the airport hands shoved in my jean pockets.

I pass the night away with endless playing of Debussy. Thankfully when I brought this apartment I made sure that the walls were thick enough so neither I disturb the neighbors, nor the neighbors disturb me. Obviously with being in such a close proximity to humans, their mindless chattering is only void when asleep, and even then it's tough finding a time in the evening when everyone in the building is shut eye. Thankfully this apartment complex is three very spaciously high and two very generously across.

Before even realizing it is already seven thirty in the morning. Time to get ready for the introduction of my fellow crew. Dressing semi-casually, I throw on a pair of dark fitting jeans, a blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up –the temperature is supposed to be warm, not that I notice- and black laced shoes. I put my iphone in my left pocket and my wallet and a small canister of brown contact lenses in my right, knowing that every two hours or so I will need to replace them due to my venom. It's almost a good thing though, normal men usually need to go to the bathroom every few hours, so it's sort of a reminder.

I lock the door behind me and make my way to the set at Universal Studio's. Tyler tried insisting I take a limo, but I insisted I take my prius. I like driving. And it's not exactly a long trip to the well-known land mark. Showing my ID to the guard, ballet parking took my car when I get close enough to my set.

Entering the set, eye's fall on me immediately. I'm not late, but everyone seems to be here, thoughts all centered around me.

'That must be Anthony St-something. Ridiculous, how did he get MY part.' Jacob Black.

'He's sooo hot! No wonder they chose him to play Robert!' Lauren Mallory.

Everyone else's are all a blur, both Jacob and Lauren's thoughts are the loudest. Someone bumps into my side, gripping my forearm in support, "Ow, I'm so sorry!"

I look down only to find a small brunette beauty composing herself, blushing. Isabella Swan. It takes me not even a moment to realize that her thoughts are void. As if no one is standing beside me. It takes me two moments to realize that she doesn't smell like food. Instead a sweet smell eloped with the smell of soap and lavender. It takes me three moments to realize that her skin isn't only pale –not as pale as mine- but her skin temperature isn't as hot as other humans, but around eighty degrees compared to the usual nighty-eight point six –again, not as cool as mine-.

But it's instantly that I feel an electric current at our first initial contact.