A/N: I know I said that this story wouldn't be back up until October 1, but I got bored and impatient. Please R&R. And I'm looking for a Beta. Let me know if you're interested. I only ask for 1 review before posting the next chapter.

Prologue

The first thing I remember when waking up was the incessant stinging, burning sensation running through my veins. I started tossing and turning, trying to get the pain to subside, even reaching down to massage every single part of my body. I was actually trying to give myself a full body massage, focusing on my whole body at once, with only two hands. It was ridiculous. The second thing I noticed was an intense throb in the back of my throat; you know the kind you get after spending 3 days in the Sahara with no water? No… I suppose you don't. In all honesty, neither do I. I just imagined that it would feel something like that. And finally, when I opened my eyes and after they cleared, I saw 5 - no – 7 of the most beautiful-

"Edw-," I heard.

8 of the most beautiful people I had ever seen in my life.

Maybe I should start from the beginning.

Chapter 1

When making a list of the most interesting experiences of my life, growing up in Forks, Washington was never near the top. My family was simple and I never really considered myself beautiful. Just average. Nothing could ever compare to the natural beauty surrounding me, though I didn't realize how beautiful it was at the time. Now all I want to do is go back. I keep telling myself I'll take my sketchbook, camera, and notebook and just try to creatively document how beautiful it really is there, but it hasn't happened yet. I keep managing to trip over those things as part of my job, having finally accomplished my life-long dream (living in Ireland with a huge studio that has a woodshop on the bottom floor, along with a glass-blowing studio, then there's a second floor with a pottery and photography studio, and a third floor where I do all of my writing. The third floor also has a room where I can curl up on a couch and read from dawn till dusk). It kinda sucks being an artist, ya know. And I'm not even starving.

Pause the life story.

I forgot to introduce myself. Hi! I'm Jennifer, but all my friends call me Getty (yes, as in the first part of Gettysburg and yes, I mean the famous battlefield). I assume it has something to do with my fixation on the changing of the tide of the Civil War (and don't make me point out the irony of that phrase). The only people that call me Jennifer, or anything closely resembling my Christened name, are my parents, Fred and Wilma. OK, OK. I'm kidding. Their names are actually Lindsay and Ryan. They're nice and all, but my mom doesn't really understand me. She keeps insisting that college is the only way that I'll ever get what I want when my dad got everything that he has on a high school diploma. Needless to say, I haven't seen my parents outside of work in about 8 months. And my mom DOESN'T work with my dad and me.

Resume life story.

Until my mom dragged me all the way out to fucking BELLEVUE to get my senior portraits taken for high school, I didn't even see the potential for me to be beautiful. She dragged me there because it's the "best portrait studio in the state". My ass. I still don't see beauty though, but I do now see potential. Let me help you imagine: my hair is down to my shoulders and I have these really dramatic bangs that go from my right temple to the left corner of my jaw. I'm a little bit pudgy, but I don't mind. I often fondly refer to myself as "fat but I don't care". I'm 5'6" and look stereotypically Irish. You know… curly red hair, green/hazel eyes, big-boned, strong jaw. Oh… and I wear glasses.

I don't have that many friends, especially since after my break-up. I don't like to talk about it. Even though it sort of made me who I am today. I assume the reason I'm left mostly alone, which is the way I like it, is because I've become mildly reclusive and I wear the proverbial sandwich-board telling the world to "Fuck Off". I'm sorry. I don't usually swear this much.

Anyway… I'm about to go into my senior year of high school and have been working for my dad since I was a freshman. Ryan owns the best woodshop in all of the northwest (including Washington, Idaho, Oregon, even parts of California and Montana), by the way. I LOVE MY JOB!! We make everything from toys to dining room tables and chairs. My primary focus is actually lawn and patio furniture. The first major project I ever did was this awesome bench that resembles an Adirondack Chair. I was SOOOOOOO proud of that. Haha. But I think it may have been a woodshop accident that brought me here…

Chapter 2

"Where am I?" I asked. One of the men responded.

"Welcome, Jennifer," he said, but before I could correct him, he continued. "But you prefer to be called Getty, so that's the name we shall use".

I looked towards whoever was talking and saw the most dazzling pair of amber eyes I had ever seen. They were absolutely captivating. I then looked at the rest of his face and thought: if not for the eyes, this guy could be my brother. He had a friendly face, which betrayed concern and pensiveness. He also had chaotic red hair that looked like he had tried to do something with it, but had given up. As I started to look around, I heard a door open and a girl come running in, obviously trying desperately not to trip.

"Edw-"she began, and the man with the red hair looked up. She then came over to me and said "Oh, you're awake. I'm Bella, this is Edward," she said pointing to the person I had seen first. "And Jasper and Alice," she said, pointing to an average height blond man standing next to a pixie-like girl. "And Emmett and Rosalie". She pointed to a man that looked more like a bear and, in my opinion, the prettiest girl in the room. "And last, but not least, our parents, Carlisle and Esme," she gestured to the remaining couple. Bella was definitely beautiful. She had pale, clear, soft-looking skin, gorgeous chocolate brown eyes, and wavy brown hair cascading down to her waist. But my most pressing questions remained unanswered.

"That's great," I snapped. "But I still need to know where the fuck I am and," I looked directly at Edward, "how the hell you knew all that about me".

"You'll learn about that soon enough. For now… Alice-". The pixie looked up. "Our guest is thirsty. Please take her to find something to go hunting in."

Alice started toward me. "Wait," I said. "First tell me where I am, what you are, what I've become, why I'm in so much pain, and how I got here."

"Demanding, isn't she," said Emmett, raising his eyebrows suggestively. "I like that". Then he growled. I couldn't help it. I started laughing so hard I couldn't breathe. My hysterics, which eventually resulted in choking, made everyone laugh. Then Emmett said "Wait… What are we laughing at again?", which only made me laugh harder.

"Em!" squealed Rosalie. "One more comment like that-". She never got to finish her threat.

"I'm sorry, Rosie," Emmett said, wrapping her in a huge hug and kissing her passionately.

"I forgive you," she said. "This time." Everyone in the room laughed even harder, knowing that Rose would always forgive Emmett.

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