Hey! Jinxi here! ^^ Okay, so, this doesn't start out in any of the Twilight characters' POV, but it starts out with a character I made up. It starts out in the real world, so that's why it's a little confusing at first. She's an obsessive Twilight fan that pulls the Twilight characters into reality. Oops! Sorry, I won't spoil too much. Anyway, enjoy!

They thought I was crazy, but you couldn't blame their "ready-to-jump-to-conclusions" thoughts. At the time I had even agreed with them, but I know for a fact that I wasn't crazy, and I'm still not. It happened, and I'm willing to tell every detail to how it happened and when it ended.

I was coming home in the late afternoon after being at afterschool tutorials. I remember the details clearly—beige sky with overall burnt clouds, the sun set high with a fading glow to its luster, and dew that had mysteriously appeared on the grass, sparkling in the bleached light. My mother had asked me to pick up some groceries, and I was just running inside to retrieve the grocery list, only to discover my Twilight book—which had been missing for about two weeks—upon the counter, right next to the grocery list. I couldn't contain the overwhelming pleasure, relief and happiness that gushed through me, and if it wasn't for the rush and instinct to hurry to the store, I would be celebrating and dancing in some cheerful craze around the house. However, instead, I hugged my favorite book to my chest and just barely fluttered my fingers over the grocery list, slipping it into my pocket as I held dearly onto my found treasure.

I practically threw the car door open and knocked my waist into the seat, inserting my keys into the key hole and turning it to make the engine roar to life. Delicately, I settled the book down on the passenger seat and gently caressed my fingers along the cover, like a mother stroking the cheek of her baby.

I jerked back against the seat as the car backed out of the driveway, screeching audibly until it came down to a low, snake-like hiss, one that made me worry about my tires' condition. Instead of pausing to ponder, I rocketed down the street and halted at the stop sign, my eyes scanning the streets briefly until stomping on the pedal once again.

Sooner than I thought possible, I was revving down the highway, being polite and considerate to other drivers that resided in the various lanes. As my joyous drive continued, a red beam suddenly halted my parade, and I stomped on the brake. My car froze at the light in a shudder and went still, but it appeared to be the only thing that was calm at the time, for I heard my heart pounding like drums in my ears.

I sighed—taking into consideration my hurrying drive—and then glanced down at my Twilight book.

Here's the crazy part.

The apple that was on the cover had been put to the side so that the hands were free and waving at me. I stared, petrified, at the book, my jaw dropping. It was waving to me?!

Suddenly, there was a loud blaring honk from behind me, and I panicked as my foot came down on the pedal like a bomb. I was blaring ahead now, my fingers curled tight on the wheel as I tried to get the insane picture out of my mind. I had ripped through the intersection and made it across when I gathered my thoughts together.

The cover had moved? How was this possible? I was going delusional. That had to be it.

Upon my decision, I took the option of taking one little peek at the cover once again, only to discover the white hands beckoning to me now, and that's just when I freaked.

"Holy freaking crap!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, and then whirled the car around, into a parking lot that lied in front of the grocery store. As soon as the car was safely secure in a space, I took a long glance at the cover once again and then breathed steadily.

Okay, so it wasn't just moving a little, it was moving a lot. No biggy though. It's just my imagination. Maybe I took the wrong medication (I have ADD, so I have to take medicine for it.). Maybe stress is causing me to see bizarre things.

I peered through the window, expecting to see a flying pig or a bull in a tutu, but instead I saw rows of cars seating in a space just like the one I was settled in. Then I glimpsed warily down at my precious book to see the hands waving again.

The next thing I knew I was pulling out my cell phone and using the speed dial for my mom's number. When she answered in her tired "hello", my voice came out fast and insane.

"MomI'mseeingmovingcovers, andIsweartheTwilighthandsonthecoveriswavingandbeckoningtome. I'mtiredandprettystressedout, soI'mgonnaheadhome. Love you!" I hung up quickly and thought about how messed up and slurred the words had sounded, pondering if I should call her back. But, in a flash, my cell phone was ringing loudly, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from yelling into it. "Yes?"

"What was that about?" Mom demanded anxiously. "I thought for a second you had gone into retardation."

"Mom, that's so mean," I snapped.

"Sorry. I know I shouldn't joke about those things. Anyway, what was that about?"

"Oh yeah, umm, I'm kinda flipping out right now."

"Why? Did something happen at school? Did you get to the store safely?"

"Yeah, everything's fine, it's just I looked over at my Twilight book, and I saw the cover moving! It was so freaky! I thought I was gonna have a heart attack!"

"Is it still moving?"

"Uh…" I side-glanced at the cover, watching the hands beckon to me repeatedly. "Yeah, it's still moving."

"Why? What is it doing?"

"The apple's been placed to the side, and the hands just keep waving and beckoning to me. It's really freaky."

"Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah! I'm feeling great! I felt so happy when I found my Twilight book—which, by the way, I've been missing for a long time. You could've at least told me that you had it," I said bitterly, jumping to conclusions.

Mom paused. "Erm—honey, I never had it. I read it over three weeks ago, and I loved it, but I distinctly remember handing it back to you."

"Oh…but I don't remember ever getting it back."

"Hmm, well, in my memory, I gave it to you."

"Huh. Weird." I gripped the phone tighter, looking over at the peculiar Twilight cover. Something was different about it...like there was a different marking on it or something…Very fishy…

"Bizarre. Do you need to see a doctor? You can drive over to Dr. Jen's if you'd like."

"No, that's okay. I'm just gonna head home."

"Okay. Can you pick up those groceries?"

"Uhh, yeah."

"Great! You got the list, right?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. I love you!"

"Love you, too," I said unsteadily, hanging up once again and slipping my phone away. I grimaced while taking another look at my Twilight book, the beckoning hands giving me a crawling feeling.

Mindlessly, my hands came down like claws and flipped the book over so that I could no longer see the moving hands. It was just too freaky.

But it wasn't as nearly as freaky as what was coming tomorrow.

By tomorrow I had a hard time forgetting the moving hands. My little sister Emily had suggested it had been a sign, but I insisted that it had been my imagination. However, deep down inside I knew that what I had seen was real, but I couldn't admit that to Emily. She was just in 8th grade, and I didn't need her to believe anything that could totally freak her out also.

I grimaced at the clock—7am. Classes were starting soon.

I increased my speed by a tiny bit until I arrived at the school, swerving into the student parking lot and parking to a gentle stop in an empty space. As soon as I turned my car off, I shot out of the front seat, slammed the door, grabbed my stuff and put the alarm on, sprinting to the front of the school where my friend, Tiffany, was waiting.

"Tiff! Hey!" I yelled breathlessly, smiling at her quiet greeting.

"Oh, Madeleine! Why?" she whined, and I stared with about as much cluelessness as I felt.

"Why what?"

"It's Werewolf Wednesday! You're supposed to wear something related to the pack!"

"Oh gosh! Well…" I examined my outfit. Casual shirt decorated with punky sayings and a rainbow of colors, topped off with plaid skinny jeans and black flats. Related to the pack? Let's see… "I have it!" I exclaimed, reaching into my bag and pulling out my coat, which had small tuffs of brown fur (Fake, of course.) along the hood and the wrists. "Fur, like what the pack has!"

Tiffany's mossy green eyes studied my coat until I received her nod of approval and petite smile. "It'll do. But you have to wear it all day."

"Okay." I slid my arms into the sleeves and wore it proudly.

Okay, so me and Tiffany were best friends, and we both had very big obsessions with Twilight. We even named each day of the week, saying that we had to wear something related to Twilight each day. Today was Werewolf Wednesday, and yesterday was Twilight Tuesday. We have issues, okay? Obsession issues.

"It looks great!"

"Thanks! What are you wearing that's related to the pack?"

"Drum roll, please!" I didn't even get to patter on my knees, for Tiffany stepped forward briskly and showed off wolves that were all over her jeans and all over her shirt. She was even wearing Jacob bracelets and necklaces. In an instant, my jaw dropped.

"How did you…?"

"I made the outfit especially for today! That's why I was so busy on the weekend. Also my mom took me shopping for some merchandise." She showed off the Jacob jewelry once again, and I felt my jaw in a permanent collapse.

"You are so lucky! I love that outfit! I could never make something like that! Did you make an Edward one also?"

"You'll see," she giggled cheerfully and then skipped toward the front doors.

I followed after her immediately and dragged my stuff along, wishing I had brought a cart or something to help carry the heavy load my bag had to offer.

As usual we both went to our lockers—which were both thankfully in the same hallway—and then dashed to first period: math.

The day whizzed by after that, and during lunch, I began to tell her about my crazy encounter with the Twilight book. Of course, usually during lunch we would read our Twilight books, so I had a hard time getting her attention. However, I finally managed to catch it when she realized that I was tapping her repeatedly on the shoulder and that I wasn't reading any of my Twilight books. (The first book to the Twilight series was the only one that was missing out of my collection, so I would normally read New Moon, Eclipse or Breaking Dawn instead.)

"What's wrong, Madi? Why don't you have any of your Twilight books?" she asked, concerned.

"Well, I was kinda wanting to tell you something if that's okay."

"Yeah, it's fine." Instantly, Tiff put her book down, although she practically had to pry it from her own fingers just to put it down. Once it was secure on the table, she gently patted it with her hand and then faced me hesitantly. "What'd you want to talk about it?" I could tell she was tempted as her eyes flickered back toward her Twilight book.

Poor Tiff. I should make this fast.

"Well you know how my Twilight book was missing for the longest time?"

She nodded. "You poor thing."

I laughed for a half second and then proceeded to my tale. "Yeah I know. Well I found it on the counter yesterday, and it was really weird because it just appeared there. And I was driving to the grocery store, and I looked over at the cover, and it was moving!"

Tiff blinked. "Moving?"

"Yeah! Like…the apple was put to the side, and the hands were waving and beckoning to me. It was really freaky! And it kept moving and moving and moving. And then I noticed there was something different about the cover, and I freaked out."

"Well, that sounds really crazy, but I believe you. Why was it moving?"

"I have no idea, but it was really scary. And it just kept moving and moving and moving…"

"Sounds creepy…Hey, you know those movie cover Twilight books? Wouldn't that be so cool if Robert Pattinson was moving on it?"

"Uhh, sure?"

"Wow, that guy is sexy. I wouldn't mind the cover moving if he was on it."

I laughed. "Yeah, I guess so. I still think they could've picked a better Edward. He was really good though. I admire him."

"I adore him! I wonder what his hair feels like. Do you think he uses a lot of gel?"

"I guess so…"

I was glad Tiff had changed the subject, for I was getting that crawling feeling once again—like something awful was going to happen. I shuddered just by thinking about the white hands waving and beckoning to me. It was like it was asking me to read the book or something. I wanted to read the book, but not if it was going to wave to me like that.

At the end of the day, I drove home and finished homework in a snap, turning to my Twilight books as usual. This time I turned to my Twilight book, where the hands were once again beckoning and waving to me. The crawling feeling returned and slithered like a snake down my spine until I just had to open the book and look past the cover.

I looked past the first couple of pages until my eyes landed on a new page. On it there was giant, bold letters printed out in black ink. My hands trembled now as my eyes went down the page, reading silently:

If you wish to proceed to the next page, then heed this warning: continuing to read this book means continuing to put your life at risk. You will not only corrupt your world, but theirs. Choose wisely to the first sentence you read.

I shuddered. What did it mean? It was warning me about what? Did someone put the page in there to scare me?

Regardless, I opened up the book and went to the place that I remember last reading before I had lost it. Page 114, the very first paragraph at the top:

"Nope," I lied lightly, hoping I wouldn't get caught in the lie. But also wishing that a miracle would occur, and Edward would appear.

I paused for a second and blinked. A white, gray-like light was blocking my vision and clouding it up like fog would normally do to the window of a car. I closed my eyes and rubbed them with the back of my wrist, trying to concentrate and unclog my vision, which was starting to bother me more and more. My heart jumped as I heard a sharp thud, and then suddenly my Twilight book flew from my grip.

I opened my eyes and blinked them several more times until I began to process images clearly. Then I scanned for my book, but in a sharp instant, froze.

Everything grew horribly still and quiet. My hands froze and locked on my lap in a folded clasp. My eyes were watching one thing—one thing that was lying next to my Twilight book, both on the floor. For one I saw my Twilight book open and facing the ceiling as if to reveal that it was opened. For another an angel of godly perfection was lying next to the Twilight book, staring at me with the most beautiful confused expression I have ever seen.

It was a boy—older than me, a tad lanky and thin, but perfect and dropdead gorgeous. His hair was reddish brownish, and it seemed to glow against the contrast of his bright, pale skin. It was so pale that it seemed unnatural, and his eyes—a black, golden color—seemed to make his skin look even whiter. I could only stare like a total idiot and try to figure out what happened. It kind of reminded me of how I imagined Edward to look like, but even more perfect and beautiful than that.

Then it hit me.

My shoulders went tight, and my jaw swung open. The boy just stared at me and looked around my overall plain room, his perfection the only thing making the room seem extraordinary. When he stood up, the gracefulness shocked me, and it just made me grow even stiller, but I continued to watch him, entranced.

And then abruptly, he spoke, his musical voice filling the air and almost causing me to collapse, "Who are you? Where am I?"

Holy crap. Holy freaking crap. Holy freaking, flipping crap.

"Is your name Edward Cullen?" I asked, my throat dry and causing my voice to sound weak and frail.

He stared at me silently until he presumably nodded, puzzled. "How do you know my name?" He grimaced with frustration for a moment and sort of narrowed his eyes at me, then he went back to a normal expression filled with perfection.

I didn't answer. Instead I scrambled for the book and went back to the page I had been before. I read the first paragraph at the top of page 114, only to discover that Edward's name was missing, and in the last line of the paragraph where Bella mentioned his name, it was blank. Empty. Nothing. Nada.

I closed the book in a slam and stared into space for a moment, collecting my thoughts. Then I let out a mangled laugh—one that sounded pretty crazy—and dove headfirst onto my bed, kind of happy, confused and freaked out altogether.

I felt Edward's eyes on me, but I didn't feel like getting up. I was confused, freaked out and even a little happy, but for what? Oh wait, what every girl wants…

EDWARD CULLEN IN THEIR ROOM!

I was about to start going into some laughing spasm, but then I was tapped on the shoulder by a very baffled Edward, who was looking more and more breathtaking as I studied him.

"Where am I?" he asked again, sounding more frustrated this time.

I couldn't help but get mesmerized and absorbed by the sound of his voice, and I was practically drooling when Edward sighed with impatience, snapping me out of my momentary daze.

"S-Sorry, it's just…You're Edward Cullen," I replied stupidly.

"Yes I am. And you are?"

"Madeleine Bordelon," I answered.

"Well, Madeleine, can you tell me what I'm doing here?"

I glimpsed at the Twilight book once again, remembering how his name had been blank in the book. I picked up the book once again and flipped through some pages. Then I skipped over to Chapter 13-Confessions and read through some lines, only to discover that Edward's name was completely gone from the pages, and in it's place was a blank.

This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.

"I'm dreaming," I said uneasily, the crazy edge still attached to my voice. "I'm dreaming. You can't be here. This can't be happening. I'm dreaming."

Edward raised an eyebrow.

"I'm dreaming…Just dreaming," I repeated.

"I don't think you're dreaming," Edward protested softly, but I shook my head continuously.

"I'm dreaming. Why else would you be here? There's nobody that perfect. You look just like how I imagined Edward. Exactly how I imagined him."

"Exactly how you imagined me? What are you talking about?"

I snatched my Twilight book and held it up, pointing to it. "This book is called Twilight, and it's about a girl named Isabella Swan who falls in love with a vampire named Edward Cullen—you."

Edward stared at me with a blank expression, uncertain of what to say.

"And you can read minds, but you can't read Bella's, and you have a 'sister' named Alice who can see into the future, and there's Jasper and Emmett and Rosalie and Carlisle and Esme, and you're all living together as a family. But your 'family' is vegetarians that only feed off of animals because your family doesn't want to kill humans. You were born in 1901 in Chicago, and you started dying of the Spanish influenza. Because of that, Carlisle changed you, and it took a very excruciating and painful process to change into a vampire." I paused, and Edward was generally expressionless.

"And this is a book?" he asked after a moment.

I nodded. "Yes. It's a book."

Edward ran his fingers back through his hair. "This is rather sudden. I don't believe this."

"Yeah, now you know how I feel," I muttered.

"How could there be a story written about me? About Bella?"

"Stephenie Meyer had a dream about you and Bella at the meadow, and she wrote about it," I said confidently.

He glanced at me warily. "Stephenie Meyer?"

"Yes, she's the author of Twilight. She wrote about you and Bella, and if it wasn't for her or the dream she had, you wouldn't exist."

He stared silently, absorbing this information carefully. "I'm a character in a book?"

"Yes…and because of it there are a lot of fans and girls that are madly in love with you and want to do you."

Edward stared confusedly now, and I looked away.

"Erm—nevermind."

Edward hissed under his breath sharply, and I jumped, taking one instinctive step back. "Sorry, it's just this is the second time this has happened."

"What happened? You coming out of the book?" I asked.

"No. Not being able to read someone's mind. It's frustrating," he said, gritting his teeth.

"Oh…sorry. Wait, do you have any sort of attraction to my blood?" I asked, suddenly defensive.

Edward paused and then shook his head. "No, not at all. I can't even smell your scent. Odd…"

"Very…"

"So if I'm a character in a book, what am I doing out here?" Edward inquired curiously.

"I…I don't know. I mean, I lost my Twilight book, but I found it, then I saw the cover moving, and I saw this weird warning to choose wisely which sentence I read, and I read this one sentence silently, and then you just…appeared."

"What sentence did you read? Could you try placing me back in the book?"

"I-I don't know." I snatched my Twilight book and was about to flip to page 114, but my eyes caught sight of the cover, and I noticed that the apple was missing, and the hands were still waving to me, expecting me to read it again. I dropped the book and backed away from it. "Ugh, nevermind."

"What? What's wrong?"

I was feeling freaked out and overwhelmed. First I see the cover moving. Then I see the freaky warning. Next I read a sentence, and lastly Edward Cullen—the Edward Cullen—is standing in my room. Doesn't this just scream dream?

I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming, but what interrupted my thoughts was the slamming of the door downstairs and my mother's ringing voice.

"I'm home!" she called, and I cursed under my breath.

"Ah, crap!"

Edward watched me carefully as I ran to my door and called through it, "Hey, Mom! I'll be downstairs in a second!"

I turned to Edward, who was waiting expectantly. "Look, can you stay in here quietly for a second? I'll be right back, I promise. I need to go talk to my mom, and I don't want anyone seeing you."

Edward paused in the most beautiful way, and I felt entranced once again. "I suppose I could wait for a bit…"

"Great! Stay right there. I'm really sorry about this. I promise I'll be right back. Stay right there!"

I ran out of the room and down the stairs, to where my mom was, sitting on the couch in the living room and leaning back against the cushion.

"Oh, I'm exhausted," she moaned, taking her gentle hands and sweeping them over her forehead. "I'm thinking of taking a nap."

"You do that, Mom," I said supportively, and wrapped my arms around her, planting a small kiss on her cheek. "Well, I'll be upstairs! Bye!"

"Wait, where are you going so suddenly? Do you have something up there?" Mom asked curiously, and I froze, my face paling up.

"No! Not at all! Well, now that you mention it, I'm reading Twilight…"

"Say no more. Go read your book," Mom said, and I smiled, running back up the stairs and arriving back in my room.

As soon as I reached my room, I noticed one thing.

Edward was gone.

"Edward?" I whispered, searching through everything in my room. "Edward?"

Oh crap.

I snatched my Twilight book and checked to see if his name was back in there.

It wasn't. Which meant one thing.

Edward Cullen was in our world, and he could be anywhere doing absolutely anything.

Hey! I hope you enjoyed! This is just the beginning!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any characters in Twilight. That paragraph she recited from the book belongs to Stephenie Meyer, and only Stephenie Meyer. I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT.

Claimer: I do, however, own Madeleine Bordelon, her mom and her best friend Tiffany.