A/N - Okay well this is my first story so please don't be too harsh, I know it's a little different. I hope you enjoy it.

Also Twilight belongs to Stephine Meyers

Chapter One -Forks

Brooke's POV

Brooke walked into her room and fell straight onto her bed, exhausted. Her dark brown hair was scraped into tangled pony-tail and her emerald green eyes had bags under them. She was wearing a pair of old faded jeans and a light, white cotton top that's sleeves were to long. She had been up finishing homework late into the night and had been awoken early to go to school but still managed to be late. Brooke had only come back from school minutes ago and was in need of a good rest but of course had a new pile of homework to finish. Brooke dragged herself of the bed and over to her desk which was situated under the window. Brooke's schoolbag lay sideward's against the desk were she had threw it, she reached down to get the bag and placed it on her lap then rooted through it until she found what she was looking for, her history book. She found the chapter that she was meant to read but she was too tired to struggle through it. So instead Brooke walked over to her bookcase and looked for something more interesting to read. Her eyes passed Twilight and New Moon but stopped at Eclipse, her personal favourite, of the four books. Brooke took the book out carefully, walked to her bed and sat cross-legged and was soon lost in Bella and Edward's story.

"Brooke," Grace, Brooke's mum, called from downstairs. Brooke jumped and dropped Eclipse on the floor. "Come down stairs now!," Grace called angrily. Aw man what have I done now Brooke thought as she bent down and picked up eclipse and placed it back on to her bed before walking slowly to the door dreading what she would meet when she got to the bottom of the stairs.

"Hurry up," Grace's voice got sterner with each sentence. Brooke did not bother to speed up, she could only imagine what she might of done now. It never took much to start Grace on a rant anyway. Brooke turned the corner and stopped at the landing when she saw her school head, Mr. Tweeny.

Mr Tweeny was an old balding man with cruel beady gray eyes. He was short and had a beer belly, the only time he smiled was when he was making some poor child miserable and to Brooke's misfortune Mr Tweeny was smiling.

Behind Mr Tweeny stood Grace she was very different from her daughter. She had dirty blonde hair and brown eyes, not the warm kind chocolate colour but the kind that reminded you of mud. Grace was tall and thin and just like always she had the wrinkles on her forehead were her eyebrows were raised, she did this when Brooke was in trouble.

"Ah, Miss Heffernan," Mr. Tweeny said in his dozy voice that had sent many of her classmates to sleep during there school assemblies. "You've decided to join us at last," he said with a grin.

"You can't boss me around in my own house," Brooke murmured her voice barely audible.

"What?" Grace asked.

"Nothing."

"Mr. Tweeny has just told me you have failed you last five science tests," Grace said her arms folded tightly across her chest. "Well?" Grace asked when Brooke didn't answer.

"Well what?" Brooke asked staring out the window determined not to make eye-contact with her mother.

"Why aren't you trying at school?" Grace asked a crease beginning the form in between her eye-brows.

"I do try in school," Brooke insisted. This wasn't entirely a lie she did try at some subjects. English especially but science and maths made no sense to her at all, like when was she going to need algebra in real life anyway?

"Miss Heffernan-," Mr Tweeny began but was interrupted by Brooke.

"It's Brooke," Brooke muttered tiredly. How many times had she told him that? She wasn't a teacher or her mother she didn't see why she needed to be addressed with 'miss' .Well she knew it wouldn't last he would never call her Brooke.

"Don't be rude," Grace said glaring at her daughter, her mother tried her best to keep up the appearance of her perfect family. Brooke had to use all her self control not to roll her eyes, the truth was that most days Grace was already drunk by the time Brooke got home and she didn't even want to think about the men.

"Well, Brooklyn," Mr Tweeny said, well that's better than 'Miss Heffernan' Brooke thought, "If you tried like you say you do you wouldn't have failed your last five tests," Mr Tweeny said, Brooke was also determinately not staring at Mr Tweeny but she could here the smirk in his voice.

"You never told me about that," Grace said her voice appalled. This time Brooke couldn't help it she had to roll her eyes it was so typical of her mom to pretend she cared now in front of her head but if Brooke had handed the test to her any other time Grace would have just left it on the table.

"Yes, well I'm here to discuss what options we have for Brooke, of course she will have a weeks worth of detention a policy in our school," Mr Tweeny said droning on about the ridiculous school rules which Brooke was nearly certain that he made up for his personal joy. Brooke pulled the scrunchie from her hair put it around her wrist letting her long her fall down around her face. Brooke only caught the last bit of what Mr Tweeny was saying. "And she'll also need to go to extra classes on Saturdays and Sundays."

"Oh yes sure what ever she has to do to make up for those terrible grades," Grace said smiling at Mr Tweeny, keeping up the appearance. Mr Tweeny's grey eye's were shining he was positively glowing. In the back of her mind Brooke thought about what a sad man he was but at the moment she was to angry to really care about her more amusing thoughts. How dare he keep her back on weekends, wasn't that illegal or something?

"Can I not make up for it some other way?" Brooke said desperately she already spent enough of her time in school and she had planned on going out with her friends that weekend they were going window shopping none of them had any of their pocket money left over. "Maybe I could do some project or something….." Brooke trailed off as she saw the look in Mr Tweeny's eyes he wasn't going to let her get out of this.

"No, no, no I'm afraid rules are rules" Mr Tweeny said looking at her his beady eyes shining.

Brooke's temper flared she was, which it did very often when she was around Mr Tweeny or her mother, she could never stay in control over her emotions. Brooke stormed out of the room, slamming the door on the way out and stamping up the stairs. Grace flew out after her daughter.

"Come back down here now and apologise, now!" Grace said her voice stern but Brooke just ignored her she didn't have the strength at argue with her mother.

Brooke walked into her room, slamming the door behind her. She could just imagine her mother's mortified face as she tried to explain to her head that Brooke was a teenage delinquent anything to clear her own name. Brooke walked over to her CD Player and turned it on and Paramore started blaring from it.

Brooke walked swiftly over to her wardrobe and opened it. She started sifting through her clothes looking for something to wear, she had decided that she was going out tonight maybe meet up with Ruth, her best friend. Brooke found the perfect top to go with her black skinny jeans and reached out to get it but she tripped over her school bag which had somehow made its way in front of her wardrobe.

Brooke fell into the wardrobe she couldn't remember feeling any pain but everything went black anyway.

When conciseness came back to Brooke she was confused, she was in pitch black, small space. Then it came back to her she had tripped over her stupid schoolbag and had clearly blacked out but she could feel no pain had she not hit her head of the back of the wardrobe? Brooke looked around her she was scrunched up into the small space inside her wardrobe with the door closed, how had that happened? she thought. Has she not only falling in how had she ended up cramped in the very small space? Before standing up Brooke checked her head for bumps just in case and to her relief there was none.

Brooke stood up her back slightly bent so she wouldn't hit her head off the top of the wardrobe. Brooke pushed the wardrobe door open andstumbled out. Brooke let out a gasp after her eyes had adjusted to the sudden light that had attacked her when she had gotten out of the wardrobe.

Brooke looked around her shocked and started blinking maybe it was a trick of the light but nothing changed. Then she pinched herself maybe it was a dream. Oww no that hurt she defiantly wasn't dreaming.

When Brooke had stepped out of that wardrobe she hadn't stepped into her bedroom but someone else's bedroom. Instead of the California sun shining in through her window there was angry, black clouds outside. This bedroom was purple and plain it had a bed and a desk with an old fashioned computer sitting on it. Brooke recognised the room from somewhere, she felt as though she had seen it before. But that was impossible she knew all her friends rooms and this wasn't one of them and it was defiantly wasn't a room in her house.

Brooke walked slowly into the centre of the room and stood for a moment trying to take in more of her surroundings but other than the bed, desk and computer there was nothing. Brooke then started walking into the hall she could see another bedroom through an open door, this one looked more lived in. There was also a bathroom and another bedroom at the very end of the hall. Brooke walked down the stairs and from the hall she could see a living room. She walked in slowly, there was a T.V up against the wall and a couch in front of it, there was also a love sit in the corner. Brooke walked from there into the kitchen where there was brightly painted presses, tiled walls and a table in the middle of the room with mismatched chairs. Again she got a sense that she knew the place the same feeling she had as she walked through the whole house.

Brooke pinched herself again just to make sure she wasn't sleeping but no it still hurt. Brooke was starting to have a mini panic attack. Where was she and how did she get here? Were only a few of the questions running through her head. Brooke sat down on one of the chairs and started to breath slowly, panicking wasn't going to get her anywhere.

Brooke heard a gurgling sound in the silence and realised it was coming from her stomach, she wasn't surprised she hadn't eaten since that morning, she had skipped lunch at school.

Brooke got up and walked nervously to the old looking fridge in the corner and looked inside. There wasn't much just the bare essentials. Brooke picked out some ham and started eating it, without even bread she didn't feel right going through somebody's stuff it was bad enough her taking the ham so she defiantly wasn't going rooting for bread. Brooke scarffed the food down which actually tasted like food more proof she wasn't dreaming.

Brooke reached down for another piece of ham but found that she had eaten it all. Brooke guiltily put the empty ham packet in the bin beside the fridge.

Brooke stood completely still leaning against the counter top trying to figure out what to do next and failing. If she had really entered someone else's house (which she couldn't see how was possible) how would she get home? Brooke could tell she was a long way away from sunny California the sky outside looked…well she couldn't see how it looked it was covered in dull looking clouds that were threatening to rain.

Another thing that was kind of freaking Brooke out was the way everything here seemed so familiar not only the furniture and the rooms but the weather too. Brooke seemed to remember the cloudy dull sky even though she had spent her whole life in California where there was barely ever a cloud in the sky and it never rained.

Brooke was starting to panic again she tried breathing slowly but it wasn't working. She rushed out of the house. Brooke was shaking this just wasn't possible. Brooke turned around and once again released once again she knew this white-washed house from somewhere. Brooke turned around trying to get away from the house and went to run across the road but in her haste she didn't notice the car coming towards her. Then for the second time today she fell unconscious .

Brooke woke up and felt pain all over her body. She had a throbbing headache and couldn't open her eyes. She must have just fallen into the wardrobe and had a strangely vivid dream. Brooke moved slightly and realised she was in her bed. Her mother must have moved her that was unusually nice, but then Brooke felt a heavy blanket covering her body not her usual light sheet.

Brooke decided to keep her eyes closed afraid to open them even if she could, she used her ears to try and figure out what was going on around her. Brooke heard a lot of beeping and shuffling around, then she started listening more carefully and she picked out two voices that didn't seem to far away.

"Tell me again what happened, it might be more serious than we thought seeing as she hasn't woken up yet," A calm voice inquired.

"She just ran out in front of me as I was driving home, I didn't have time to stop the car?" A worried voice was saying, "You'll make sure she's okay? Wont you, you're the best. "

"We think she should be but it looks like you hit her pretty hard and her other injuries are serious too," The calm voice replied and Brooke felt a cold hand check her wrist. "Her pulse seems fine that's a good sign" the voice reassured the other man in the room.

Brooke finally realised that the voices were talking about her and then it came back to her she remembered trying to get away from the house and then being knocked over. She groaned, she had hoped it was all just an extremely vivid dream. Brooke noticed that the voices had gone silent, they had heard her groan. Brooke decided it was time to open her eyes and get a few answers.

As soon as she opened her eyes she closed them again. This is a dream, this is a dream she kept repeating because she knew there was no way

this could be true. Maybe she just hit her head really hard off the back of the wardrobe and had giving herself brain damage because there was no way this was really happening. Brooke heard the beeps speed up on the machine that was hooked up to her, she knew why, her heart was beating so hard against her chest it was a wonder they couldn't hear that too.

Brooke could hear the two people who she definitely recognised approach her but she refused to open her eyes. She now knew why everything had seemed so familiar to her she had read about them. Brooke had spent time in those rooms, in that house but only as she had been reading it. The thing that clicked it all into place was when she had seen the two men staring down at her. They had faces that she had read about more than five times.

"Are you okay? How are you feeling?" The doctor asked her. This particular doctor had blonde hair and movie star looks. This doctor was none other than Carlisle Cullen and the man that had run her over was Charlie Swan. This just couldn't be, it wasn't possible. She must defiantly have brain damage it was the only reasonable explanation.

Brooke opened her eyes again, this time slowly. No it wasn't a trick of the light or people who just looked like them it was Charlie and Carlisle and they were standing at the foot of the hospital bed she was lying in both with worried expressions on her face.

Brooke wasn't wearing her clothes anymore instead there was a hospital gown draped around her body she could see her bloodstained clothes on the metal table to the side of the bed. The jeans didn't look so bad but her white top was destroyed she knew from experience that blood didn't come out easy but it never came out from white. Brooke sighed (after all it was one of her favourites) but then she felt pain and winced it was coming from her head. Brooke raised her arm to feel her head and this time there was a bump more than one actually. Brooke winced again as her fingers moved over another bump closer to her forehead this time. Brooke went to move her left arm but it was in a sling.

Brooke looked down to see if she had any other injuries and to her surprise she had there was a large bandage wrapped around her waist it reminded her of those old fashioned clothes that people wore under dresses to keep their stomach in and her leg was also in a cast.

As Brooke had been examining her wounds Carlisle and Charlie had been staring at her looking calm she supposed they were happy she was alive.

"How are you feeling?" Carlisle asked his voice as sweet as honey though it had been described like this in the books it was different to actually here it.

"Sore," Brooke answered and Carlisle chuckled.

"That's to be expected,"

"What happened?" Brooke asked her voice scratchy from not

haven't used it for so long. How long had she been here?

"You don't remember?" Carlisle asked looking worried.

"I remember bits."

"Well, you were hit by a car, and have some very serious injuries. You have also had an operation," Carlisle said indicating towards the bandage wrapped around Brooke's waist, "There was a little internal

bleeding but I fixed you as good as knew. Brooke nodded but then winced as from the pain of moving her head, "Well, nearly as good as new," Carlisle emended.

"How long have I been here?" Brooke asked.

"Three days,"

"What!" Brooke explained, her mother would kill her when she got home. If she got home she wasn't even sure how she got here in the first place. Everything was just so confusing. "Carlisle I can't have been here for three days," Brooke said her voice pleading. Brooke stopped talking when she saw everyone's shocked expressions. What had she done?

"How did you know my name?" Carlisle asked he sounded taken aback. Oh no I said his name, stupid Brooke, stupid Brooke she thought.

"Um…I don't know…" Brooke said trailing off, if she told him what was really happening they would have her locked up in a mental institution though maybe that was were she needed to be.

"What's his name?" Carlisle asked indicating towards Charlie and looking at her as if she was some science experiment.

Brooke didn't know weather to answer with the truth or just saying she didn't know. "Charlie," Brooke said deciding that it was best to tell as much truth as possible so she wouldn't be caught up in her lies.

Charlie looked flabbergasted, "This must be some kind of joke," Charlie said with a half smile half worried glance on his face, "Good one Carlisle.

"I can assure you this is no joke," Carlisle said his voice deadly serious. He turned to look at me. "How do you know this?" Carlisle asked not moving a muscle, letting his vampire side show a bit. "What else do you know?" Carlisle asked intrigued.

Brooke decided to have a little fun with the information she knew. "We're in Forks?" She said slowly turning her statment into a question she continued when she got nods from both men. "You have a daughter….Bella," Brooke said turning to Charlie, "And you have five adopted children…Edward, Emmett, Rosalie, Alice and Jasper and your married to….Esme," Brooke said this time looking towards Carlisle, she left a space between the names as though she was thinking. Then Brooke took a chance, what was the worse that could happen? Brooke let put a loud fake gasp. "You're a v-v-vampire," Brooke said stuttering out the last word pointing towards Carlisle.

Carlisle looked shocked she saw his grip tighten on the metal bar at the end of the hospital bed. When he let go of the bed to walk towards her the bar had been bent.

"I think she needs to sleep," Carlisle said speaking to Charlie completely ignoring Brooke, "Obviously she is…"

But Brooke never got to find out what she was because Carlisle injected something into the tube that was attached to her arm and for the third time today (well not today to everyone else but it seemed like it to her) her eyes closed without her saying so and she was engulfed in darkness.

A/N - Hope you enjoyed that next chapter hopefully will be posted soon xx