When I first discovered Twilight, I fell in love with the possibilities outside of the main story. The backstories to characters the author didn't care enough about to expand, the history and family trees of those who weren't important enough to have their own story... and I found myself wanting more for those characters. Alone, there was no way I could expand a story to the extent that I had imagined.

Enter one of the only people I have ever truly loved. She co-wrote storyline after storyline with me involving our two favorite characters, and in doing so, our characters became closer to each other.

While the chapters of this story are entirely written by me, I absolutely have to give credit to this girl. Without her, this story - and it's author - would not be here.

I do not own the The Twilight Saga. All copyrights go to Stephenie Meyer.

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It's been years.

Years since the only newborn nomad gifted enough to destroy a century old coven of vampires found himself in Italy. Years since he had found my home. Years since he took the lives of hundreds in our tiny village.

His gift was beyond anything we could have imagined, anything Aro could have dreamt or desired. But when it arrived, it became his worst nightmare. Our coven fell within hours. Those who survived the nomad's gift had turned... were welcomed back into the human world they had forgotten; made weak, vulnerable. Within days the majority of survivors had decided they would rather end their now human existence than live out the rest of their lives. Families were separated. Mates lost one another, went missing. Alec...

When I awoke, our home was in ruins. People I had known for hundreds of years lay gutted, their bodies demolished. Others screamed and cried in search of their loved ones through the wreckage. I knew that with or without my other half, I could not stay. With the newborn free, the possibility of another attack made it too high a risk to stay, so I climbed from the ruins of my home and fled into the country side, putting as much space between us as possible.

For the first year I had traveled throughout Europe; never truly feeling safe, or knowing where I could settle... all while growing and becoming accustomed to my now human life. It wasn't until I came across a passenger ship moving from Southampton England to New York that I even considered leaving, but it was the only way to distance myself further from any looming threat. Without thinking twice, I boarded the ship and began to plan my new life in America.

That was eight years ago.

I've been living in Washington since... close enough to my past life, far enough to keep a safe distance from any danger. I travel to Forks every once in awhile, but nothing seems to change. The Cullen's old home has been deserted since I arrived. Once word of my coven's demise spread, I'm sure they had panicked and uprooted their family to find a safer home, but this knowledge never stops me from checking for any signs of life from time to time.

Sighing as I stare up at the empty house, I throw my car into drive and start down the driveway toward the road, considering the long drive back to Port Angeles. While I edge out onto the road, a firm gust of wind blows the slightest smell of salt into the confines of the car, and I immediately think of the ocean. How long had it been?

Glancing down each side of the road, I pull a left and begin the journey west, toward the beach. The weather is mild, but if I've learned anything, it's that winter is far from over. Trees are regaining their leaves and flowers dot the side of the highway, but the wind bites at them every now and then, threatening to take over.

Pulling into the gravel lot leading down to the water, only one other car stands unattended - an old black Hyundai Excel. I park as far from them as I can and climb out of my car, locking it behind me with the push of a button as I stuff my hands into the pockets of my jacket and make my way down the sloped walkway toward the sand.

In the distance I can see four figures making their way toward me, or more realistically to their car, and decide to in the very least let them pass me before finding a place to settle down. I continue my path in the sand, watching them intently as they come closer.

They look young... the youngest being a small girl in her early teens, followed by two older boys who are very clearly from the reservation, and another girl. The youngest girl smiles willingly at me as she passes, followed closely by the scrawnier of the two boys, who only has eyes for her. I keep my expression impassive as I wonder if he's maybe a little too old for her. Then, glancing at the next couple, I note the girl's wild blonde hair and glowing skin... she's nearly as tall as the boy with his arm draped carelessly over her shoulders. Moving my eyes to him, they lock with his for an instant and he suddenly stops walking, taking the time to stare at me as I pull my eyes from his and keep going, feeling the hot rush of blood to my cheeks.

"Embry, what's up?" I hear one of the boys call, followed by the clicking of a tongue against teeth and a shrill voice. "Are you seriously stopping to stare at that girl?! What the hell, Embry!"

I glance back in time to see the taller girl grab the boy who had stopped to stare by the arm and yank him back in the direction they had been going. Furrowing my brow, I look back ahead and continue my journey down the beach.

After an hour of staring out at the waves, I look up at the precise moment a wolf's howl rings out from the trees lining the beach. Raising my eyebrows, I quickly stand and decide it might be best that I get going; a distant and unnecessary feeling of alarm rushing over me. Making my way back to the car, I note the disturbance in the sand where those four people had been. Why had the boy stopped so suddenly? I inhale deeply and push the thought from my mind, until I climb up the walkway to the parking lot and see the boy standing by my car. As I walk closer, he turns to look at me.

"Hi." He manages a single syllable, and I tilt my head slightly while stopping a few feet from him.

"Hello..." I carefully sound out the word, feeling slightly cautious.

"I'm Embry."

I nod slowly, trying not to rudely divert my eyes. His gaze is piercing me and I feel rooted to the spot I stand in.

"That's... great. Could I ask what you're doing with my car?"

His eyes widen, slightly startled as if I've accused him of something illegal. "Oh... uh... I was waiting for you, actually. I, uh... I wanted to introduce myself."

I smile weakly, nodding my head once. "I see..." I step around him, unlock my car and climb in, closing the door behind me. Before I can so much as start it, he's at the drivers window, a hand nearly touching the glass.

I consider him for a moment before rolling the window down half way, giving him a quizzical look.

"I just... I want to get to know you."

"I'm sorry, but I really need to go." I turn the ignition and my car roars to life, the stereo beginning to play a quiet piano's melody.

"Can I at least know your name?" He sounds almost panicked, the words rushing out all at once. "I need to be able to find you again..."

For a brief moment my real name flashes deep in my memory, and I wonder why I'd ever be tempted to tell him the slightest bit of truth about my life. I look up from the seat of my car and get sucked into the deep brown of his eyes. How can this be?

I stare at him for too long of a moment before simply mumbling my new identity. "My name is Eve."

"Eve." He grins slightly before backing up, almost as a sign that I'm allowed to leave.

I pull my eyes from him and put the car in reverse, slowly backing away from him before putting it into drive and pulling away, making my way up onto the main road. I allow myself one glance in the rear view mirror, feeling slightly alarmed to find him staring right back at me through it. As I turn onto the road and lose sight of him, I comfort myself in knowing there's almost no chance I will ever see him again.