Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer.

This story will be a mixture of the books and movies, bits and pieces taken from both so I can work the storyline how I want it to. Some things are made up, and some things are changed to fit in as well.

In this particular story, while Renesmee will be born, Jacob is not the one who will imprint on her, as his role is already determined. I also feel for Leah, considering all that has happened to her, so she will have a mate by the end of this as well.

This story is being posted as is. As stated in my profile, all stories posted are not changed/reviewed/beta'd or anything else. Raw, unedited, text, meaning there will likely be typos, grammatical errors, and the like.

Read, enjoy. There will be no author's notes after this.

Updates will be random.

Wish

Our Story

I didn't smile anymore. I didn't laugh. I barely showed any form of emotion, to be honest. My face was almost always blank, my eyes dull, attention drifting. It was how I dealt, how I got through the day, how I survived. I was, for all intents and purposes, a shell. The emotions, the feelings, the thoughts, were all still there, but they were locked away in a little box in the back of my mind. The key had long since been hidden, even from me, and there was wall after wall after wall built up around the pathetic little box, making sure that no one would ever be able to get to it, making sure that no one would ever be able to make me feel again... making sure that no one would be able to hurt me ever again. Of course, this had it's downsides, but they didn't matter. I was safe, safe from everyone, safe from the world.

Saying I was your typical teenager would be a lie. I was far from everything normal, typical. I always had been, and people made it a point to frequently remind me just how strange and abnormal I was. My family, aside from my little sister and mother, wanted very little, if nothing, to do with me, they hadn't since I was born. My father? My older brother? I didn't exist to them, and though we all lived together, they ignored me to the point where it was like I was never born. There were no photos where we were all together, just them, all of them, or of myself with mom and Vitani. This had bothered me when I was younger, but I'd grown used to it, not like I had a choice.

School wise, friends, peers, they ignored me as well, or did as well as they could. School does tend to force you to interact with one another, even if on a minimal basis. When I wasn't ignored though, I was picked on, beat up, ridiculed. I never understood why they all thought I was a freak, I still don't. I looked normal enough; short, choppy blcak hair, freckles, short stature – 5'4'' – and scrawny, as they typically described me. The only thing that actually stood out were my eyes, but Vitani had the same eyes as me, and everyone loved her.

No one would ever tell me anything either, so I was left in a pit of confusion. All of this, the hatred, ridicule, the being ignored, is what created the barrier in my mind. What made me block everyone and everything out. After all, if I didn't feel, then they couldn't hurt me. If I didn't feel, it wouldn't bother me that no one cared. If I didn't feel... I could go on with my life.

So I made it so.

Vitani was all but oblivious to this, and made it a point to do whatever she could to see me smile. I loved her so much, and for her, I would do anything... I did my best to smile, to... be happy, for her, but I couldn't, not completely. If I had to proportion it, my reactions to her were about 4% real, which was... really sad.

But still she tried. She never gave up hope. And when I'd look down into her eyes, her golden, shining eyes, I felt just a small spark of hope for myself. She made me think that one day, things would be better, even if juts for a moment.

My mother... she knew, she could see it, but she chose to ignore it. It was easier for her to deal with it, that way. She had enough to worry about with Johnathan -my dad- and Nuka – my brother - , being how they were, always causing in some sort of trouble, causing some sort of uproar, whether it be here, at home, or at school or work.

I was okay with that.

I had no reason to not be.

After all, by ignoring my... problems, she treated me like I was normal. She'd smile at me and talk to me, and even hug me, though the latter wasn't very often. I think it bothered her to hug me, which again, was alright. I was very cold, after all. My skin was anyway. Vampire jokes, of course, had been made because of that.

If it weren't for what we were, I'd have probably believed I was one. Though, I was glad I wasn't. Having a craving for meat all the time was bad enough. I don't think I could handle having a craving, an addiction, to just blood, especially human blood.

Anyway, I've been rambling. My name, is, Kovu Pride, and yes, you may laugh, as our parents did name us after the outlander's from The Lion King, and this... this is the story of how my walls were torn down and I became one with my destiny.