This is my first Twilight Fanfic. Forgive me for any mistakes, as English is only something I have picked up from movies and books. I do not own Twilight.

Edit: I do know that I need a beta, but I don't want to. Does this make me selfish? Yeah. But I write for fun and I think a beta will just deter me from writing.

I hope you will enjoy this.

I looked around, gauging the place that I know was not where I supposed to be.

I was supposed to be in my bed, listening to Naruto soundtracks to help my mind wonder the possibility of being in Naruto World, doing jumps and stuff.

I was definitely sure I was sane, well, last time I've checked. But this. What the heck is this?

More importantly though; where the heck am I?

Glancing everywhere like a soon-to-be-headless chicken, I forced myself to breathe. I had this habit that of unintentionally not breathing when I was too much in a daze.

Okay. Exhaling a slightly foggy breath, I focused on one thing. My being in a freaking random place definitely is not normal.

Did I teleport to a different world or something? Might be. I ducked my head low as I pondered.

I didn't recall of ever be in this place at all, I only recalled the countless fanfictions about an original character landing in the world they loved to be in.

Well, I hope this is Naruto or Harry Potter.

Scratch that, maybe I was sleep-walking.

Yeah. Uh-uh. That's it.

Though, why is it near or in the woods? My home isn't near one, anyways, why would I be in one, goddammit?

Someone might tell me to calm down and not dazedly staring into space, racking my brain to find an answer like a maniac, but to hell with that. I deserve to freak out. I might have landed in a completely different world if I suddenly can be in a place I different place before I went to bed.

I had doubted your presence, dear God above or someone up there, but please tell me I wasn't out of my mind when my eyes registered the plank of wood with the words 'the city of Forks welcomes you' across the street.

I wanted to yell. But instead, what came out off my mouth was a short, "Huh."

That was interesting. I know that Forks is a real place that just happens to be used by Stephenie Meyer for Twilight setting, but this is too creepy for my taste.

Shivering and grateful that I didn't land in this place at night but still, it was after rain for sure. The asphalt was wet, and the scent of earth was emanating strongly all around me. I was in my plain red t-shirt and black long trousers, so sue me for not being immune to this weather. I grew up in a country with a tropical climate. Even when I went to Japan for an exchange study, I can't even handle the below nine-degree celsius weather.

Typical tropical girl, I am.

Sighing in exaggerated despair, I thought of my mother.

Dearest Mum in who knows where now, I dearly hope I wasn't in Twilight.

I'm really not a fan of Supernatural Beings, so I haven't read the books. The movies, I watch it in clips on YouTube. Even if I didn't want to know the existence, the Twilight memes were everywhere, making me watch it to find the faults and whatnot.

The movies were definitely weird, but I guess it was okay. My fear of supernatural, or even weird beings like Dracula ― vampires ―, prevented me from knowing all details about Twilight. I was fascinated, yes, but I thank my lucky star that in my twenty years of life, the evidence of such beings was almost non-existent and I didn't bother to worry about it. I tend to ignore things that scare me. I'm a normal human being, after all.

Although I sometimes daydream of landing in Harry Potter world or even Naruto world, I had never contemplated of Twilight world. Well, maybe once or twice to see what Alice, Rosalie, Edward, and Bella looked like in real life, but that was just a passing curiosity.

As if someone or something answering my plea, I caught sight of the dreaded car of doom.

Silver Volvo.

Holy crap.

Throwing up was something that I despise because I don't like the pungent smell of the food I've eaten to coming back from my stomach to my throat, but my stomach contracted with a pulse of something, not unlike anxiety, the bile rose to my mouth and I threw up on the grass.

Eyeing the result of the panic made my stomach churned again, and this is why my mother said I didn't fit to be a doctor. I couldn't even handle the sight of my own vomit.

Wiping the excess saliva from the corner of my mouth with the end of my right sleeve, I quickly waved at the car that might or might not have been the evidence of the cliché of the clichést.

Dimensional travel, ladies and gentlemen. That, or someone sent me here. Because this is not a dream.

I was sure of it.

Regardless of the terrifying realization that I'm not even in Singapore anymore, my brain decided to think that I needed to hitch-hike that car.

"Stop!" I didn't know why my vision suddenly became good enough to spot that car that must have been going over one hundred kilometers per hour. Please, if this really was Twilight, let it be Alice in the car or something. Even Edward with Bella in the car is welcomed, although not too much. Just not Rosalie, because I think she would make my self-esteem cease to exist, or what might have been left off for wearing my 'home clothes' in a middle of nowhere ― er, in the public.

The car screeched to a halt in front of me. Checking my appearance to ensure that I wasn't inhabiting Isabella Swan's body, like the countless fics I have read, I inhaled oxygen as much as I can.

The windshield opened.

Suppressing the urge to facepalm because, of course, my luck would have been shitty enough. But bollocks, he looked unnatural that it somehow made me unable to appreciate his good looks.

Clearing my throat, my scratchy voice greeted, "Hello. Do you mind to give me a ride?" I stood there, stiff as I wait for him to answer. I hope I don't look like I was too homeless-looking for him to ignore.

Golden eyes stared at me, impassive. Eyes light and searching.

It hit me why the red flags were suddenly raised in my mind when that windshield opened.

Bloody hell. I've almost forgotten this one's ability.

Instantly, my mind became a jumbled mess of Japanese, Indonesian, and Dutch thrown in. For a moment there, I was grateful for English was only something I have picked up from the constant traveling I did with my Mum who was a professor at the University of Indonesia.

Purposely trying to think in a language is hard, but to do it in three languages are a freaking difficult, an almost impossible challenge as I tried not to wince at the robotic nod that I had received from this boy or man. Or a vampire. Nevermind, really.

"Where is your destination?"

Haha, right. Right. Where?

Where, exactly?

A crazy thought occurred to me while I examined the scenery before me.

Papa, if you were watching me up there, please don't be scared because I definitely am not scared.

"Cullen Residence, please."

I pictured a wall inside my head, a barricade, mental barriers, while not acknowledging the aura of this vampire was giving off after I had said that.

Suicidal and not really registering the situation I was in, my stupid ass decided to sing the things that would have made Edward Cullen kill me if he saw me as a threat.

Tralalala, Vampire, Cullen, Cold Ones, Werewolves, Spanish Influenza, Masen, Alice, Blood, Volturi, lalalalala.

Only the sound of rain hitting the car was heard. And me, breathing, of course.

Great. I think I could do magic now because I now feel those other-worldly eyes on me, sizing me with a bewildered stare, not a hint of horror or anger detected.

Genuine confusion was written on that face.

Hiding thoughts from a Legilimency with Occulumency, anyone? Harry Potter, thank you so much.

All I need is a wand now.