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Chapter 1: Odd Past

Liz's POV

I still couldn't believe that I was doing. That my brother and I willingly chose to do this. Well, not willingly, no. It's just that certain circumstances have forced us into this decision. It was either this or go stay in a foreign country with our mother for the next few months.

This was the first time that my brother Diego, and I would be separated from our mother since our birth. This was hard on our mother as well. She loved us, and we were the only link to the past that she could not remember. The circumstances surrounding our birth were strange. Nobody, not even our own mother, knew who our father was.

My mother has no memory at all of the first 17 years of her life. She was just found unconscious in the middle of the street one day. She was bleeding and dying. It was my grandmother that saved her life. When my mother woke up she had no memory of how she got here or who she was. She was very frightened. All she could remember was her name. Renesmee, it was such an odd name indeed. She couldn't remember who her family was or how she got here. How did she end up in Los Angeles? Was she even from here? It scared her that she didn't remember anything.

When she was found she was wearing a beautiful wedding ring. She was married and she didn't have any idea who her husband could be. It still kills my mom that she can't remember anything. No matter how hard she and my grandparents tried, they just couldn't locate any family members. In the end my grandparents just ended up adopting her.

About a month after she was found she learned that she was pregnant with my brother and I.

All three of us really stand out from most of the people around us. We are all much paler than a normal person, and our senses are off the chart. Seriously, it's like we have some kind of super genes or something. Out of all of us my mother is the most odd. She hasn't aged a day in the past 18 years. We don't understand it at all. She's 35 years old and yet she still looks like she's 17 years old. I know this because I've seen pictures of her from 18 years ago, and she hasn't changed at all. It's weird because even college guys will ask her out.

Did I mention that I look exactly like my mother? Well, I do. People always mistake us for identical twins because we look like identical twins. They don't believe us when we tell them what our real relation is. In fact, they laugh at us. Not that I blame them, I would laugh at us to if it were the other way around. Yeah, we are definitely a strange bunch.

About ten years ago my grandparents left Los Angeles and moved to a Indian Reservation in Washington. It was the Quileute reservation. My grandparents had just retired and they wanted a more quiet peaceful life. My grandfather opened up an auto repair shop there just to have something to do.

My brother and I were moving in with my grandparents for the next several months. Our mother was working temporarily in England. We could have gone with her, but instead Diego and I chose to go stay with our grandparents.

Since my brother and I were driving there the trip was excruciatingly long. It was a 20hr drive non stop. There was just no way that we could drive that long non stop though so we've stayed that night at two different hotels. So it's been two days that we've been on the road. Let's just say that the trip has also been pretty costly in the gas department as well. My brother's car was even more of a gas guzzler than mine, so I don't envy him at all.

It was a nice relief when I saw a sign that said welcome to the state of Washington. It gave me some hope that we'd make it to our destination sometime in this lifetime.

After a few more hours I finally arrived at the town of Forks.

I was now just about 20 or 30 minutes away from my destination. I could feel the excitement bubbling up inside of me. I looked in one of my mirrors to see if my brother was anywhere behind me. I could see him way behind me somewhere.

I got that strange feeling that I was being watched. Then I noticed them. To my right I saw two extraordinarily beautiful people. They had extremely pale skin, even more pale then my brother's, mother's, and mine. They both had the most unusual gold eyes. That's where the similarities end. The woman had beautiful long, brown wavy hair. She looked like a goddess. The boy had beautiful bronze hair; exactly like mine and my mother's. My brother's hair was black. The bronze haired boy was also extremely beautiful. It seemed inhuman how beautiful these two people were.

It wasn't just there good looks that caught my attention though. It was the way that they were staring at me. It was like they knew me from somewhere. I was sure that they were mistaken, they could not have known me at all. I would remember beautiful faces like theirs. They just couldn't stop staring at me though. It was really weird. The boy's face grew more confused and frustrated.

I forced myself to stop staring at them that way I could concentrate on where I was going and not get into a car accident. Things got even weirder when they kept following me. Was it just coincidence? It was also a little creepy. But then they abruptly stopped following me the second that I entered the Quileute reservation. From their expressions I could tell that they were extremely frustrated, upset, and anxious.

One quick look at the dashboard told me that I was extremely low on gas. I was in danger of having to push the car the rest of the journey.

I was pumping gas when I saw a red Volkswagen Rabbit pull up. The only reason that I knew what type of car it was is because I'm a nerd when it comes to cars. Fixing up cars is a hobby of mine. That's why my grandfather hired me to work in his auto repair shop while I lived with them. This car was definitely very well kept indeed.

The boy that got out was gigantic. He had to be at least seven feet tall. He looked depressed for some reason.

Then he turned around and saw me. The gas pump slipped from his fingers in his shock. He looked at me like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had that same look on his face that those two pale strangers had.

He started walking over to me.

"Nessie is that you?" he asked. Who was Nessie?

"No, my name is Liz. I'm sorry" I said.

He looked very disappointed.

"But you look just-. Never mind" he said angrily.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Jacob. Not that it matters, you're clearly not who I thought you were" he said bitterly.

Who did he think I was? My mother perhaps? No he couldn't have known my mother. He was just a teenage boy.

"Well I hope you find who you are looking for" I said.

"Just leave" was all he said. How rude I thought. Whatever, hopefully I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. He clearly wasn't the friendly type of guy. That much was clear.

I got into my car and drove away.

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