Storyline: Cassidy Ákil is a seventeen year old girl from Iceland. When she moves to Forks, Washington at the beginning of New Moon, she discovers dark, hidden secrets. But Cassidy has a secret of her own.

A/N: I don't own anything Twilight related - only the Ákil family. (By the way, Ákil is pronounced like "Yack-keel".)

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Chapter one: Home, sweet home.

As I stared out the backseat window of my mother's car, a silent tear slid down my cheek. Of course I was happy to move to America, but I was going to miss my homecountry so much. Ever since I was a little girl, I'd complained about living in Iceland, but truth to be told, I loved it. I loved the tall, graceful mountains, clear blue skies and endless fields of green nature, undiscovered and unknown. Okay, a little exaggerating. That was when Iceland was at it's best. In July. It was September now, and the sky was so covered with heavy, gray clouds that you couldn't see anything blue in it. The streets of my hometown were covered with the wet rain, and it was freezing cold. There was a reason for the country's name; Iceland. It fit well. There weren't a lot of trees in Iceland. Actually, there were no trees. Well, no forests. A couple of trees here and there, maybe, but no forests. Iceland was just a big rock, covered in grass, snow and crystal-clear water. That was one more thing I was going to have to get used to. In Iceland, you could drink straight from the sink. You didn't have to buy bottle water all the time. Iceland had endless amounts of water, water and more water. Probably because of all the snow and stuff. Icelandic water was the best water in the world. It even said so in one of the Guinnes World Records books. That Iceland had the clearest and best water in the world, I mean.

"Honey.. are you crying?" my mother suddenly asked and I turned my head to see her looking at me in the rearview mirror with a worried expression.

"Naw, I just have something in my eye," I lied. She didn't buy it.

"It's alright, hun. Crying is natural." She was using her overly-caring-mother tone.

"Whatever," I muttered and looked back. We were almost at the airport now.

"Don't be so down, lil sis," my brother said and patted my back.

Alec was my most favorite person in the world. He'd always been a kind of rolemodel for me when I was younger, but now he was my irritating best friend. He was my twenty-four year old older brother, rap-artist and producer. He'd always reminded me of a bear somehow. To others he was just large and intimidating, but to me he was a big teddy bear. If you could compare the six foot five guy with the huge biceps, sitting next to me, to a teddy bear. The reason he was able to sit next to me was that my mother had bought a deep green Toyota jeep a couple of years ago which had a very high ceiling and a lot of space in the backseat. She was driving me and Alec to the airport where we would fly to Seattle. She was staying behind in Iceland to ship the car off along with our furniture and then she would take a plane to Seattle tomorrow. My mom had already applied for and gotten a job as a secretery in the hospital of Forks. Alec had just made a great deal with a record company in Seattle, so he wouldn't be living in Forks with us. He was staying with me tonight though, in the house our mom had bought so that I wouldn't be all alone in a new house, in a new town, in a new country. And because he hadn't yet found an aparment in Seattle.

"How can I not be? I don't know when I'll see my friends next, or home.." My voice broke.

"Hey, hey. S'okay. It's all gonna be okay. You can always email them and stuff. And Forks will be an exciting experience. Don't worry 'bout it so much." I smiled up at him weakly. Even while sitting, he was still much taller than my five foot six.

We were at the airport now. I opened my door and stepped outside into the freezing air. Alec got our bags out of the jeep's trunk and I hugged my mom goodbye. We walked inside the brightlit building and waited in the long line. After what seemed like hours, it was finally our turn to check in. Then we went to the second floor to check in our bags. The plane was right on time, so we didn't have to wait. As we walked down the aisle to our seats, the people on the plane stared at me. I sighed internally. Being pretty was so overrated. I looked a lot like my mother. She had wavy, dark reddish mahogany hair and moss-green eyes. She wore glasses, and had very pale skin. She'd had freckles when she was a kid. She was your typical bookworm. I loved my mother very much, but let's face it: she was a geek. Beautiful, charming and funny, but still a geek.

Alec was looked just like dad, with his blue-green eyes and golden hair. He looked like a viking or something. But he sure didn't rap like one. Everyone said my brother's voice reminded them of some Chamillionaire guy. I didn't really know who that was - I wasn't that much into hip hop and rap. I was more for the Green Day, My Chemical Romance, Nickelback, Simple Plan, Metallica, Slipknot, Avril Lavigne, Evanescence, Within Temptation and The All-American Rejects. Rebel music, my mother called it.

"Aw shit." I turned to look at my bear of a brother sitting next to me.

"What?"

"I forgot my iPod!"

"So? Mom'll just bring it tomorrow." I raised my left eyebrow at him.

"Yeah, I guess." He sighed and turned on his laptop.

"Um, Alec?" I said with a sarcastic smile. "You know, the music in your iPod comes from a thing called iTunes and it's placed inside your computer. You can listen to music in it."

He rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the info, but I don't have headphones and the people'll just be annoyed if I listen to my music in the speakers."

"Here, use mine." I said as I reached into my pocket and grabbed my white iPod headphones.

"Are you sure? Aren't you going to listen to music?"

"Naw, it's cool. I'll just steal it back when you're asleep." I smirked. He smirked back.

"Thanks, kid." He ruffled my hair and I rolled my eyes.

I tried to get some sleep myself, but I wasn't really tired so that plan was out. I stared out through the window into the black night. A cloud shifted and the moonlight broke free. It was a full moon tonight. I could feel the tension in my veins. The power flowing through them. My heritage..

I shifted my gaze to the movie that was playing on the screen in front of me. It was about some girl named Juno who got knocked up. Didn't really interest me much.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you earlier. Damien asked for your email address." My eyebrows pulled together as I stared at my brother.

I swallowed. Damien was Alec's hot basketball playing friend. He was four years older than me. I'd had a crush on him since I was like twelve. "Um, okay. Why?"

"Why do you think?" Alec gritted his teeth, jaw tight. He didn't like it when guys liked me more than their friend's little sister. Under his breath he muttered, "You're too pretty for your own good."

"I'll take that as a compliment," I joked. He didn't reply.

Desperate to find something to do, I picked up my small, leather backpack that was lying under my seat and found my sketchbook. I found a long yellow pencil in there too and began to draw a pair of lion eyes. I'd always been a huge Lion King fan. Not because of the story, but because of the art. Young Simba was just the cutest character ever. And he was so fun to draw.

I was finishing Simba's paws when I heard a light snore beside me. Ah, my brother had fallen asleep. I reached over and put his laptop to Stand By, unplugging the headphones at the same time. I put my sketchbook and pencil back in the backpack and dove through my pocket until I found my silver iPod Nano. I flipped through the songs until I found a very soothing one. It was called River Flows In You and was by an artist named Yiruma. It was a soft melody, played on the piano. It was one of my most favorite songs in the world. As the song drifted to a close, I drifted into a dreamless sleep.

I woke up when Alec tapped my shoulder, asking me what I wanted to eat. The flight attendant was so very obviously flirting with him and I groaned internally. Why the hell couldn't a guy ask for my email without him getting all pissed, but he didn't mind slutty girls flirting with him all the time? It was so unfair.

"Um, I'm not really hungry. I'll just have a bottle of Mountain Dew," I said.

"Cassidy, you've gotta eat something." My brother shook his head. "Teenage girls. Always worrying about their looks." His expression turned critical. "You're way too skinny. You're gonna end up with anorexia if you don't watch yourself."

"For the last time; I am not worried about my looks, I am not too skinny and I'm not going to end up with anorexia because you'll shove food down my throat if I stop eating. Why can't you just accept the fact that I'm not as hungry as you always are?" I was getting irritated.

"Because I'm your older brother." He said it like an obvious fact. I groaned, but didn't argue any more. I didn't have it in me. I was too emotional for it right now. A mix of excitment, sorrow and irritation. Not the best combination.

I jammed my headphones back into my ears and put on I Don't Give A Damn by Avril Lavigne, turning the volume up. I knew he could hear it.

Everytime you go away

It actually kinda makes my day

Everytime you leave, you slam the door

You pick your words so carefully

You hate to think you're hurting me

You leave me laughing on the floor

'Cause..

I don't give it up

I don't give a damn what you say about that

You know, I don't give it up

I don't give a damn what you say about that

You know, I'm not gonna cry

About some stupid guy

A guy who thinks he's all that

"Quit being so dramatic," my brother said, rolling his eyes.

I didn't get a chance to answer because the flight attendant came back then with Alec's food and my Mountain Dew. I took one sip from the bottle before putting it in my backpack. I wasn't really thirsty. I'd just ordered the drink to shut my brother up. He could be very annoying when he set his mind to it.

For the rest of the plane ride, I listened to all three of Avril Lavigne's CDs. When we landed in Seattle, I sighed with relief. There was so little to do on planes, and I had a problem with sitting still. I went through the motions as we left the plane, not really noticing what we were doing. My brain barely registered as we checked out our bags, and when we got in the rental car. I had a lot on my mind. I listened to Evanescence while we drove to Forks. Amy Lee's voice had a very calming affect on me.

I snapped out of my thoughts and turned off my iPod as the car slowed down. We were in the driveway in front of the house we'd bought. It had two floors and clearly needed some painting. It's color had probably been a lightblue once, but it seemed grey now. The windows were slightly fogged and the big, brown front door looked ancient. It was very.. creepy. I shivered as I stepped out of the car, grabbing my black leather backpack with me. I dove through my pockets until I found the keys and opened the door. The thing made a creeking sound as it opened slowly. It felt like a scene from a horror movie. It looked like a scene from a horror movie.

"This place is so cool!"My brother's voice boomed from behind me, making me jump a little. "Let's check it out!"

He stepped over the threshold, holding both our suitcases in his right hand. I followed him inside the house, closing the door behind me and flicking on the lights. Once inside, it wasn't nearly as creepy. The floor was paneled with dark, mahogany brown wood. There was a staircase in the same colour. The four walls in the room were a warm, skyblue. On the first floor, I realized, were just foor walls. The front door just opened up into a wide, empty space. Well, not empty really. On the right, there was the kitchen. It had counters, a sink, a fridge and a dishwasher. On the left, there was the living room which was now completely packed with the boxes we'd shipped yesterday. Moving to another country cost a lot of shipping money. I made a mental note never to move again, then sighed as I realized that meant never moving back home to Iceland, either. My brother looked at me with a confused expression.

"You don't like it?" he asked, puzzled.

"Like what?"

"The house, dummy." He rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Oh, no. I mean, I love the house, it's just.."

"Not home."

"Yeah."

He nodded sympathetically. Then he suddenly grinned.

"So, wanna go pick rooms?"

I somehow managed to grin back. "Last one up's a loser."

I dropped my backpack to the floor and ran up the stairs. When I was almost at the top Alec caught me by the waist and pulled me back, growling playfully.

"Let me go! Cheater!" I giggled.

"Cassy's a loser! Cassy's a loser!" He smirked teasingly.

"Gosh, I wonder what her brother's like." I said sarcastically. He just kept smiling.

"So little sister," he said, letting go of me. "Which room do you want? The small one with pretty, nature view, or the big one that's in the street direction?"

"Hm. Tough one. But, I'll have to take the big room. Mom has to have her view."

"Yeah, and you have to have your space." His grin widened.

I finally looked around on the second floor. The 'small room' turned out to be pretty big and the 'big room' -my room- was huge. It even had a balcony. I loved it instantly. Inside my new room was a king-size, black iron bed with a really big, white mattress on top. There was a large closet with a lot of drawers, and a desk. Both of the furniture had the same mahogany brown color as the floor. The walls were a light emerald green, so the room reminded me of a forest. I could already picture my things here. My bookshelf, my TV, my laptop on the desk, my black office chair beside it, my band and movie posters spread all over the walls along with picture's I'd drawn myself, my clothes in the big wardrobe and my skateboard leaning against the wall. It was perfect. But it still wasn't home to me yet.

My mother's new room had warm, light-orange walls and the same mahogany floor. There was also a king-size bed in her room, a desk and a closet. I could very well picture her sitting in front of the desk, typing on her computer keyboard or sitting in the large bed, reading a novel. This room was so mom. It was warm and homey. Just like my mother. I could almost smell the scent of the brownie muffins she always made on sundays. This house was perfect for us, even though it looked creepy and odd on the outside.

After looking at the rooms, I suddenly realized there was something missing. A bathroom.

"Hey, Alec? Where the hell is the bathroom?" I asked my brother.

"Downstairs."

"Um, where exactly?"

"It's right across the room from the front door. Didn't you notice?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Nope. And thanks."

I skipped downstairs and there it was: a mahogany brown door that had the word Bathroom on it. Inside, there was a big bathtub, a shower, a toilet, a sink, closet and a large mirror with shelves next to it on either side. There were tiles on the floor that looked like a chess board, and the walls were white. Actually, everything in there was white - except for the black tiles.

I looked into the mirror and stared my face. The wavy golden locks that surrounded my face hung all the way down to my waist in layers. I had very thick hair, but it was still silky soft. I wasn't blonde like most Icelanders. My hair was a beautiful shade of gold. My green eyes were more cat-like than usual in the dim light from the bathroom ceiling. My arched eyebrows, straight nose and full, crimson red lips were very close to perfection. My mother always said I looked just like Elizabeth Taylor. And she was right. I did look very much like Elizabeth Taylor, except for the hair color and my eyes weren't the color of amethyst; they were a sparkling emerald.

I went back into the living room and started carrying up the boxes what had my name on it. I unpacked everything I owned from the boxes and when all my clothes were in the closet, my books in a pile next to the bed (my mom was shipping the furniture today, so my bookshelf wasn't here yet), all of my pictures and posters on the walls and my laptop on the desk, I found myself being very tired. I went down to the first floor and found Alec connecting the TV in the living room. He'd ordered pizza while I was unpacking, and had unpacked all of mom's stuff. The only boxes left now had his stuff in it. We didn't have any chairs, so we sat on pillows on the floor and watched 2 Fast 2, Furious while we ate. When we'd finished the pizza -Alec ate almost all of it, I had only two slices- and the movie was over, we both went straight to bed. Alec slept in mom's bed tonight. I didn't need music to fall asleep this time, I was really tired after everything that had happened today. First, I'd said goodbye to all of my friends and family, finished packing, went to the airport and on the plane and then unpacked everything. I was so tired that I fell asleep the moment I closed my eyes. Tomorrow would be a very trying day, too. It was Monday, the first day of my new school, in this new town, in a new country. I could never have guessed how tomorrow would completely alter my existance. I doubt anything could have propared me for what was coming. But I wasn't worried about anything except Spanish lessons, and fitting in with the other teenagers, as the full moon faded to the break of dawn.