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Prologue:

The rain pelted down on top of her head quickly. It was as if every drop that hit her was a new idea, waiting to be explored. She looked upwards asking for an answer to the questions she had been mulling through her brain for the last year or so. What should she do? Where should she go?

Bella Swan looked down at a map that was slowly deteriorating before her eyes. It was strewn across the pavement of a cracked sidewalk. She was kneeling on the wet ground, her knees scraping uneasily against it, she could feel every pebble like they were poking her individually. Taunting her. She again looked at the map, becoming less and less clear with every drop that landed on it. It was already submerged in an inch of water and she could barely read it as it was. It was a bad storm.

Since coming to this new place she had yet to use her powers, weary that she might be detected by the wrong person. She looked around at her surroundings, murky buildings, cracked sidewalks, broken down cars. This was not the place a fairy usually found herself in. She decided she was safe enough.

She looked down at the map, ink running, swirling in the water, and summoned the water to move away from it. The water flushed away, building itself on the sides of each corner of the map, seemingly suspended. One would not notice if they were to even walk by, the rain was so heavy.

Bella carefully looked at the map, determined only to suspend the water for perhaps ten to fifteen seconds tops. You couldn't be too safe.

She need somewhere where she could learn to fit in for a while. A place she could live until everything blew over. In a split second decision she pointed to anywhere on the Washington State map.

FORKS WA.

Chapter One- Loud Pipes

Edward sat stoically at his Steinway, staring at the keys. He almost felt as if the were moving back and forth. A human optical illusion that he oddly missed. He knew this could sometimes happen to humans who stared at patterns for too long. A strange afterimage wafting back and forth over a hardened surface. Maybe he made up the memory, but he was almost able to stimulate it. Anyway, Edward sat stoically at his Steinway, staring at the keys. He had been sitting like this for an hour and twenty seven minutes and had yet to set his fingers to the black and white pitches. He had been playing Rachmaninoff in his head on a continuous loop since he had sat down. Yet...when ever he would be an inch away from touching the keys, something would stop him; confuse him until he realized, had he put his fingers down nothing he wanted would have been produced. For the first time in over 90 years, the piano left Edward completely perplexed. Had Edward been human he might have jumped up from the bench in utter terror, as it would be like someone who reads or writes for a career suddenly being hit with a case of dyslexia. But, Edward was vampire and it put him in an odd place cognitively. He was in his head space, sitting without overt movement in a quiet contemplation that was seen more often then not at the Cullen's. Vampires of course were somewhat sociopathic in a sense and did not show overt emotions unless threatened and even then the cool connectedness of any vampire would make a human balk. No, only certain things could make a vampire feel moved. Edward had never faced a problem like this, and even to himself his reaction was unsettling. He had a tendency to circumvent most issues anyway. Maybe he would talk to Carlisle about this.

Rosalie walked in quietly. In fact if Edward couldn't read her mind he might have been surprised by her entrance. Rose was by far the best at compartmentalizing her thoughts. A talent that most would have to work on for a life time took Rosalie a matter of months. Of course Rose had always been a self absorbed faker. Either way 85ish years of keeping each other company was a lot of time for her to slip up, and she did.

Ed. We are going to be leaving for school soon. You've been sitting in front of that thing for almost two hours.

"Yes, Rose. We can leave when ever." He spoke sullenly, as was the trend lately.

"Okay Ed. We are leaving in ten minutes." Rosalie finished, picking at her hair wearily while gazing at her brother.

Edward Mason Cullen attended high school now. As it had been for the last year. It was probably the worst decision of his life. Previously, he had put all of his money into stocks and investments while he gained several medical degrees. Edward was only three degrees behind Carlisle, who stopped going to school a while ago so that he could work constantly at the hospital. Edward's tally of degrees, though, did not add up to the degrees that Carlisle had accumulated that were no longer valid. You know, the one from the early 1700's. Either way, he was not sure why he was keeping up this whole high school charade. But he would bite the bullet.

Ed old man, get in the car...or are you running today? Jasper thought.

"I will be driving myself in today, Major." He sighed towards his soldier brother.

Today seemed harder than usual for Edward, who for the most part, didn't have much problem tuning out the thoughts of the children in school. It was all sex, money, sports, cliques, etc. Today was different. All of the thoughts of the students today had an annoying characteristic to them. Everyone was in a blissfully good mood. Not that Edward loved hearing the thoughts of angsty teens, but he probably felt somewhat jealous of these kids, who usually were just as broody as him. (Even though Edward counted his problems as severely worse than any of these mortals could relate to). On top of every one around Edward being completely cheerful, there was a new student today. Who was on everyone's mind. Including his siblings, who surprisingly weren't feeling to hot (so to speak). Alice's usually jubilant demeanor was diminished to shy smiles and bouts of quiet contemplation of the future. Rosalie, who usually was neutral, looked somewhat pissed off. Emmett was staring down at his food sullenly, and Jasper... Jasper seemed like he was completely confused.

Ed old man, if you can hear me...I'm having a hard time compartmentalizing everyone's feelings. All of the humans are extremely happy. I want to give that to you all, you all seem so sad. Yet, my gift seems to be glitching. I feel like your all blocking me out, I am unable to project or ignore.

Edward nodded minutely in Jasper's direction. The idea that his gift was glitching at all would send Jasper into a cesspool of his own panic. Edward thought to check in on Alice's thoughts more carefully, to see if her own gift was backfiring. It would be strange to think that all of their gifts were being blocked somehow. Although, Edward could here peoples thoughts just fine.

Blank. Blank. Blank. Wings? Butterfly? Tattoos? GUH! WHY IS THE FUTURE SO HAZY. I DON'T GET IT...EDWARD! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR MY THOUGHTS, I CAN TELL YOU ARE LISTENING. LOOK, at this, look at how weird it is!

Alice's vision went into a tunnel of hazy light blue with turquoise edges. Sometimes, Edward noted this could happen with various colors before it settled into a vision that had some kind of solidarity. This, however, was completely different. It was just a floating image, almost as if it was conjured, nothing to connect it to reality like most of Alice's visions. They were gorgeous, Edward thought briefly, what ever they were.

"Butterfly wings?" He asked quietly.

All of his siblings looked over at him simultaneously, silently questioning him. Of course this was besides Alice who was nodding confusedly towards her older brother. They might have asked what he was talking about had there not been an interruption. What is weird about this interruption is that had Edward and his family not been Vampires, they might not have noticed at all when a young girl with chocolate brown hair braided down to her waist walked in. Each of the Cullen's heads turned one second after the other. Had anyone been looking it would have been comical.

The girls hair was curly, a fool could tell you. Although it was put into a loose braid, it fought to escape, tendrils of chocolate framing her pale face. Her eyes were wide, and almost cat like, although one could tell that she seemed far less cunning, her eye lashes were dark and long. Severe. They surrounded her mahogany colored iris'. This of course startled Edward, whom until this moment had never met a normal human with traces of red in their eye color. Although, he reasoned, her eye sight was probably not good enough to detect the color. This was a little ironic he though congenially.

Beyond her eyes was her upwards pointing nose and her plump red lips, pouting as if it were the saddest day ever. She couldn't have been more than five foot two, probably less. Her structure was wispy, but womanly. She had curves, but they were girlish. She was a sprite, just like Alice. Although she seemed more... exotic.

She was wearing a pair of loose overalls over a tank top and she seemed to have painted intricate patterns on her shoulders and upper back with a wide brush. Had she just left the art room? She looked like she let someone paint with oils on her back...

Before Edward could make any further observation about her he was suddenly flooded with the thoughts of his family...:

Oh...she's definitely weird...

Woah... she smells...amazing...

Me and her have the same nose...

Those overalls are hot...

Edward turned his head towards them all.

"Who is she?" He asked hotly.

"The new girl." Jasper breathed. Her emotions are so pure...undiluted, flowing from one to the other, none of this bi-polar teen bullshit. She knows how to control herself internally.

He should have guessed that she was the new girl, but nothing was going right today, not even Edwards keen sense of observation.

AN: okay so...I'm really bad at updating...well see how this goes depending on reviews...3 also this is not a song fic, but...the chapter names will be named according to the song that I think relates best to the chapter. So prologue and chapter 1: Loud Pipes by Ratatat. LOOK IT UP.