(My first Fanfic. Please R&R, I promise you'll like it! It's funny!) (This version is like Twilight, but twisted around. Bella and Emmett are siblings and parents are not divorced--usual pairings,too!)

Twilight Twisted

Ch. 1(Bpov)

I was so excited to go to the art museum today! Art has been a big part of my life ever since I was born. I swear, my throw ups were like throwing messy paint on paper; just priceless. My mom's an artist, and my dad is a cop. And it would be a happy, perfect family if Emmett wasn't my older brother. He's big and tough, but I do sometimes think that he's the little 'sister' who I have to take care of.

"Emmett, don't touch that!" I yelled at him. He was trying to reach out to this cool allusion picture.

"If you break it, you're paying for it." He gave me this weird look, as if he was trying to think.

"I thought you said that these were priceless." He said with a serious face.

"Oh, my, garnage Emmett! Sometimes I'm shocked that we're related." I said.

"You know you love me. You'd never survive, Bells." I just rolled my eyes at his "charming" comment.

"Hey Emmett, look!" Jasper called.

Jasper's Emmett's best friend. They've known each other since they were in 5th grade. Jasper was obviously smaller than Emmett; lets face it, everybody's smaller than Emmett. Anyways, Jasper has blond hair, blue eyes, and he is always calm and polite, yet has this 'Emmett' personality, too. I guess that's why they're friends.

I was heading toward the boys, when all of a sudden I saw the most beautiful, breathtaking painting in the whole gallery. There was a man holding out his hand, but nobosy else was there in the picture. I observed the man's face. He had the most beautiful eyes known to man! His hair was messy, yet cute. But with all of those wonderful features, his facial expression was fake. You could tell he was lonely. His smile surely didn't reach his eyes. I lifted my hand to feel the painting's texture. It felt so real. The background was a beach, and I thought I felt the sand. I began moving my hand to the water, and it felt...wet! This was unbelievable! I wonder...what if I moved to his hand?

As I was doing this, I felt the presence of something rushing behind me. I slowly turned, and all of a sudden an object comes flying towards me! I quickly ducked, and I guess it was a vase that was thrown because it hit the masterpiece behind and both fell to the ground. I quickly looked up to see a guilty Jasper and a dead Emmett starring at me horrified. I was so mad! I didn't even get to see who the painter was of that beautiful artwork I admired!

"You two are dead!" I yelled. Emmett and Jasper both just ran toward the exit, leaving me behind. I was NOT going to get blamed for their destruction. I quickly made an escape out of the gallery. Hopefully the security cameras didn't get any of that.

I ran down the stairs, trying real hard not to trip, and found Emmett and Jasper laughing their heads off.

"Man, now THAT was priceless!" Emmett said.

"Yea...oh hey Bella, you aren't mad are you?" I heard Jasper say. I just walked past them, thinking.

"Hey, Emmett, I'm going to take the truck , and head to the beach, o.k? I want to take a walk. Tell Mom I'll be home for dinner o.k?" I said, still looking frustrated at the ground.

"Sure Bella."

I got in my truck and headed off to the beach. It was a nice day today. I don't know why I wanted to go there, but I just felt like it. All I could think about on my way there was that painting I loved. It all felt so real, I just wish I knew who painted it.

When I got to the beach, I quickly changed my pants and shoes in the restrooms. I felt like walking along the water today. It was really breezy though, but it felt nice. I was walking along the beach, looking at shells and some sand crabs along the way. I wasn't really thinking about anything. Just enjoying the moment. I moved my hair back away from my face, and as I was moving my hands away I saw blood.

I felt my head again to check, and I guess I got a cut from when the vase hit the wall and glass shattering in the gallery. I felt like I was about to pass out, but I maintained. I've been getting better from seeing the sight of blood.

I began heading toward my truck, until I heard an unfamiliar voice behind me.

A/N: (Dramatic music...So who could the mysterious person be? Keep reading in the next chapters coming up to find out. Please review! I have written 13 chapters so far and will post them up soon!)