Disclaimer: I don't Own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer Does... But Boy, do I wish I did.


Amanda sighed as she waited outside her school for her mother. She was running late, and, as usual, Amanda had forgotten her cell phone. Waiting outside in the cold, she stared down at her laptop.

"might as well…"she mumbled to herself. She sat on the ground, and opened it up. Dropping in on her favorite fan fiction site, as the minutes passed, she looked for updates on her favorite Twilight fan fictions.

She loved Twilight. Then again, everybody loved Twilight. Even her grandmother loved it. Oh, her grandmother. She chuckled at the thought. Her grandmother was an old' kooky lady, who thought she was a psychic. Or a witch. Or one of the two.

She had even invited Amanda over the next Day (Saturday) to try a new "spell". She had tried to decline, but the persistence of her grandma was too much. At least now she could get back the copy of Twilight she lent her.

After about ten minutes of browsing and reading, she spotted her mother's car, and left with her. She went home, read more fan fiction, and fell into the monotony of mall town life. What she would't give to have a life as interesting as the Cullen's. They had so many adventures, so much romance, a sharp contrast to her small, insignificant existence.

When it was time for her to sleep, she did so, and as usual, dreamt about Twilight.

She was running through the forest, next to Edward. She was running, running, running. This confused her, well, as confused as one can get when they aren't conscious, since normally, She was Bella in Edwards arms, not running next to him. The entered into the meadow, and she looked at her skin. It was sparkling like a thousand tiny diamond scales running along her arms.

Ah, the part of her that was still sane thought, That Explains it. He's turned Bella.

As the dream her and Edward played about in the meadow, it started to rain.

"Alice, Why didn't you say it would storm? I'll call Emmet and Rosalie and tell them to round everyone up!"

"What?" What was he on about? And why was he calling her Alice?

"We're gonna play ball!"

"Alright!" the voice coming from her mouth was that of Alice. This was strange. She was always Bella…

Just as the story was about to go any further, a bolt of lightening flashed, and the thunder behind it was enough to shatter any mortal's hearing.

Jumping up from bed, Amanda shook her head. It felt like someone had just hit her in the head. Shocked from sleep, she remembered She had been having a very strange dream…

"Oh, you're finally awake! Your brother was just about to come in and yell in your ear again." Her mother was in the doorway.

"Yea, sorry…"she breathed.

"It's fine. Just be ready to go to your grandmother's house in half an hour."

"What?"

"Remember? Going over to her house today?"

"Oh, yeah..uhm..i'll be ready soon." She closed the door, and began her daily routine, and all thoughts of the dream left her mind.

Arriving at her grandmother's house, Amanda was greeted warmly. Offered cookies, and milk, she sat in the living room, and talked with her grandma as she prepared the ingredients for her "spell"…

"So, how's it going?" she asked brightly.

"Great! I've been working on this spell a lot though, so not much going on socially."

"Well, maybe you should stop working so hard on your spells…" Amanda offered.

"Oh, Amanda…one day you'll realize I'm not just an old coot." Her grandma laughed off the suggestion.

"One Day…"

"Ready!"

"Breath in the fumes!" her grandmother ordered, placing Amanda's head firmly about a steaming bowl.

"Why? Grandma –"

"don't question, just do!" Obeying, Amanda breathed deeply. What harm could it do?

She heard soft muttering coming from her grandmother. She looked down in her hand, and Saw –

"Grandma, why are you holding my twilight book next to the spell book?"

"no reason child, just keep breathing!"

"Crazy old' lady…"

"Heard that."

Ten minutes later, her grandma let her remove her head.

"Grandma, it didn't work." She sighed.

"not Yet." Her grandmother corrected.

"Yea, yet."

Her grandma glanced down at her watch. She mouthed a countdown.

i 'Three'

'Two..' /i

"grandma what are you –" she passed out before finishing.

" I told you child," she heard as she drifted into black, "That one day you'd believe me."