Twilight, the REMIX

I've thought of how I would like to die many times. Some times lending entire afternoons to its contemplation. My favourite is when I die for some one I love, and often this person is one of my adopted family. Some times Carlisle or Esme, my parents, and some times for one of my adopted siblings. I don't talk about these dreams to my family. Knowing them, it would only worry them. But I dream of death. Of the swift, cool absence that will leave me gasping for air on the other side of the veil. Whether to heaven or hell, I don't care any more. All I want is change. I think my sister Alice must have sensed this in me, because it was her that suggested we move.

"Maybe a change in scenery will brighten you up?" She said smiling. I was doubtful but smiled and said, "Yeah, okay." So we moved. To a place we had been before a while a go. A place called Forks.

We landed at the airport terminal in Forks at noon. Thanks to Forks' damp and cloudy weather, we needn't worry about being exposed. I felt Emmet move up behind me and swung my upper body left before his arms met the air where my head would have been. Snapping around, I lashed out with a round house punch that hit him square in the jaw. The muscle bound gorilla swayed but didn't fall. He grinned down at me,

"So the country air's obviously not effecting big brothers reflexes at least."

"Quite the opposite," I said, moving into a come-get-some position. Our mother Esme clicked her fingers at us in a warm but exasperated gesture. "Boys! Stop it, we havn't even reached the car." We walked together, towards the three cars that awaited us. Looking at Emmet again, I sprinted towards the silver diamond Volvo, grinning. I made it to the drivers seat a moment before he did and slammed the door in his face. He grinned at me through the tinted windows and took off for the truck and Alice's yellow beamer. Too late. Carlisle, Esme and Rosalie were already in the truck, Jasper and Alice were pulling in front of me now. I started the ignition and drove off before he could ask for a ride.

Heading down the spring laden lanes of Forks I realised what a small town this place was. Not much had changed since our last visit. Okay, a lot had changed. But there was still the same feeling of unease here. And as I left town and headed towards the reserve, all doubts as to why, flew out of the window. I travelled through our side of the wood land, wary not to step onto their borders. From what I was sensing there were no wolves about, but it was better safe than sorry. Especially when sorry meant a blood feud and the wolves didn't take apologies easily. Memories of our last run in with them ran to the fore front of my brain. We had been discovered, hunting, by a group of American Indian men. When we first saw them we were to shocked to notice the slight wrongness to them. The strange certain smell, like wet dog and rotting woodland. There were other signs too, but more subtle. Maybe a way they held themselves, as if a part of them were being constantly held back from the world. And a submerged knowing in their golden brown eyes. And then they had changed. From men to huge wolf beast with shining glossy pelts and razor sharp canines. They had growled at us in wolf, barking and glaring. I was holding a dying mountain lion in my bare hands, my mouth dripping with red tonic. The wolves were terrifying. And then Carlisle had approached them. He recognised humanity when he saw it, even in wolves. And he had formed a treaty. We were not to go on their land and they were not to come on ours. Fair trade. Of course there were sub clauses, to which we were careful but never fussed over. I stopped at the clearing between our two lands. From here I could see nearly nothing. A patch of sky over an enclosing green tide of trees. I knew there was a smaller clearing in which the only tree that stood directly on the border grew. It was big, it's huge roots lifting the tree slightly out of the soil. I took one last look, content that were no dogs around, and carried on toward my new home.

As a nomadic people vampires never tend to stay in one place to long. Because we never age, we always have to move, from one dark place to another. We don't have homes made out of wood. My home was my family. Esme, Carlisle, Rosalie, Emmet, Jasper and Alice. I arrived at the house we would be occupying an hour after every one else. Every one is already dusting and cleaning and taking down sheets. I walked up to Jasper, the newest addition to out family. "Hey Jasper. Any thing I can do?"

He nooded towards the kitchen, "Go help Alice?"

I found Alice sitting on a stool surrounded by a stack of old and yellowing cook books. She currently had one on her lap, open to an Italian dish. I tilted my head to read the spine and chuckled. "Food for the romantic heart, Alice?"

She looked up at me, smiling.

"Doesn't food play need to involve two people who can at least eat food? Or, don't tell me?" I gave her a questioning look. I had heard about blood sharing between vampires and had been disgusted and intrigued by it. She gaped at me and punched me in the arm. "Decidedly not. I see."

"It's not for me!" She said, closing the book, but not before book marking the page I saw. "Then for who?" I asked, curiousness getting the best of me. She smiled and stood, her hands behind her back. "I don't know, Edward. Maybe you'll bring back some one who we can all cook a meal for?" I gave her a very blasé look.

"That wasn't a prediction was sit, Alice?"

She shrugged and left.

So what? I was going to be entertaining mortals now. Maybe I said I needed a change of pace but I didn't specify a change of diet. Or, what exactly had Alice been hinting at?

I was not exactly excited to be attending forks high school again. For one, I doubted that their lesson plan had changed much, so it couldn't possibly keep me entertained. I drove to school myself, and alone. It's not that I don't love my family, but being able to read their minds is a mixed blessing. Especially with what they're thinking about is last night, around midnight…ick. It makes me shudder. So I was riding alone when I almost hit this native that came running out of the woods with out shoes or a shirt on.

He was sprinting fast, probably trying to make it to school and dented my car with his stupid fat head. I pulled the brakes and got out, ready to offer any assistance he may need. Like a broken arm to go with his hopefully bruised head.

"Excuse me, boy?"

-What the hell was that?-

"I think you ran into my car."

He looked up. And I took in his profile in every detail. From his long dark brown hair that fell like a chocolate water fall down his back, to the fine plains of his face. He was sort of mocha coloured with some of the longest eye lashes I'd ever seen on a boy. And tall. Maybe fifteenish.

-Shit. Rich kid.-

I couldn't help but smile at that. Rich? Assuredly so. But I'm old enough to be his great grandfather.

"Look, I'm sorry guy. I was just trying to go to school."

"Really? I had no idea. Would you like a ride then?" He looked at me, eyebrows raised and I had to use all my control not to laugh at his next thought.

-Are you trying to pick me up? What so long hair instantly means I'm gay?-

"It's okay if you don't want to." I watched him and listened to him struggle for a few moments. The words, gay, and sexual predator, arose a few times to my absolute amusement. But eventually, "Okay." He got into the passengers side and closed the door tentatively. I slid into the drivers seat and we were off, zooming along at a cool hundred. "I'm Jacob by the way. Sorry about running into your car."

"Edward. And it's fine. I was going to get another one anyway. Maybe in black."

He gave me wide eyes. –Woah-

Yes. Very Woah.

I pulled over a few blocks from school so he could get out. He didn't ask how I knew he wouldn't want to be seen getting out of some strange guys car. "Thanks for the ride." He said, grabbing his back pack and slinging it over his shoulder.

"It's fine. Is your head feeling better?"

"Yeah actually, wait. How did you-?"

"You took quite the bump.".

"Oh. Oh yeah. Well, uh…" –Gosh this is weird- "Thanks. I'll see you at school I guess."

"Yeah. I guess." I leaned over to close the door and then started the car again. I'd like to say I didn't watch him run away like a scared little girl but I did. I couldn't help it. And I laughed, because for once I thought this school might be actually fun.

I was walking towards the school office when I smelt it. Blood. Sweet and surging to the forefront of every humans skin. I fought the urge to bite. In fact that was the last thing I needed right now. To go full fang on some poor pre-adolescent. Ugh.

I sighed, shrugging my back pack and walking further through the school. I noticed with some amusement the turned-heads and long looks I was getting from a majority of the population. I knew I was good looking. During what I now call my "last life", I was a dashing character in dove blue and grey. I received the courtship of men and women from every status and every position possible. The attention was nothing new, but some where in the crowd I felt a very different pair of eyes. A hunting, predatory pair of eyes. In the back of my head, alarm bells were ringing and my eyes sought out what my senses were already screaming. Wolf, they said, WOLF.

I found him, leaning against the wall and giving me cool, half lidded eyes. His stance was seemingly relaxed but I could tell by the way his muscles were moving under his coffee crème skin, that he was tense. Watching me, watching him, waiting for each others reactions. He tipped his hood back so he could stare me full in the face, his chin jutting out in classic masculine challenge. I would have rolled my eyes if we weren't trapped in that awful déclassé stance that two guys can do. I walked towards him, it was that or continue to stare and stand in the middle of the corridor. And leant on the wall next to him. I was of course adverse to being so close to him. My skin screamed, WOLF. But I tried to mask it, smiling.

"Hi. I'm Edward."

"I know what you are."

What. Not who.

"Ah…"

He looked at me, turning his face to the side and glared, actually glared. "Behave yourself here, cold one. If I find you've fang-fucked any of the locals, I'll claw your heart out and eat it."

-And I'll enjoy it-

I gave him a very droll look. "Really? And may I ask, if you've been sent here especially for me?"

The boy, he hadn't told me his name, just glared. "The clan wants you cold ones watched."

-They never told me how pretty they were-

"Ah. And how long, may I ask, can I expect your very lovely company?"

"A year. I'm a senior, but don't think we won't have eyes on you. My replacement is here and you watch it 'cause he, unlike me, doesn't share my temperament for your kind."

-Oh god. Jacob….-

Your kind. Could we get any more derivative? I resisted the extremely tempting urge to deck the guy and smiled. "Well. Good bye….?"

"Sam."

"Sam. I hope we never cross paths again. Or, haha, that we do. Maybe one night, at my house?"

I was more than pleased to see a blush rush up his face and left with him mumbling the word, "bastard" under his breath. An angry, closet gay who was sent to watch me while he trained his bondage assistant. Excellent.