Hey all. This is the prologue to a story that I have started to write...but I just wanted to see what people thought before I continued XD so give us a shout with your opinion.

I do not own Twilight (sniffle) but thankfully I do own Elizabeth XD Woot!

Life's strange isn't it? Kind of ironic and depressing at the same time. Any incline of a fair disposition is always wiped clean with a bought of unfair injustice. This, to my knowledge has always been the case with the world we live in, its harsh, it's cruel and yet there is always something. Even if it is so small to see at first, that makes all the hellish events worth while. I learnt this recently and it was only to my relief at the time that I realised the world had more in store for me than I thought possible. I was a rebel, a member of an indifferent species that was frowned upon by any knowing civilian walking the streets. My family as I'm sure you've guessed is anything but normal, but you see, I am the odd one out, the one with a gene that means something so much more than immortality itself. I am a half-breed, a disgrace to the very meaning of a word that had been known by all for eons, yet to all those who hate me, I am that one little glimmer of hope that keeps all in the hanging of a war that is inevitable.

I suppose it is best for me to introduce myself, if the knowledge of who and what I am is still vacant from your human mind. My name is Elizabeth Harriet Cullen, the one and only daughter of Edward Cullen; the heart throb of a teen who to my knowledge was loved and desired by all; and Bella Swan, my mother, a mortal. It was never seen as possible, but things are always there to catch you out, and I am one of those mistakes that you don't want to happen, never; its suicide. According to Carlisle and Esme, my mother died at the age of 19 and my father; too grief stricken to live…or whatever we do, committed something that he swore to me at birth that he would never do; he went to the Volturi, which eventually lead to his untimely demise. I never knew them, not even one of them and the odd photos that are around seem to show no part of me in them. I was brought up in England by a foster family who couldn't care for me in the end and I was left to my own devices. It was strange; almost an urge to go America and visit this place called 'Forks' to truly see where I came from and why I was so easily discarded.

Forever is what I have, so I suppose my story will mean little to many of you. For those who wish to delve deeper into the mind and soul of a 'Vaman', read on, read to your hearts content...

Crimson Twilight