A/N: Well I had this story stuck in my mind for 4 months and only now do I sort of like the first chapter. The other version of the first chapter sucked so I didn't post it. Btw, I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT OR PRAYER OF THE REFUGEE. STEPHINE MEYER AND RISE AGAINST DO!!! Also the info on the gems… I got that off of Silver RavenWolf's 'To Ride a Silver Broomstick'. If anyone has other good book recommendations in that area (you'll know who you are) then send them in. ps. tell me if you liked it or thought it went to fast. Only constructive criticism in the flames please. :)

I was angry. Very angry. I really couldn't believe it. My entire family has been conspiring against me since I was about 1 years old (in human years of course). Around then they realized my brain didn't keep all the information it gained the first few months since I was born. So my family unanimously agreed that whatever happened back then, I didn't need to know. Let's just say I was pissed. Every time I walk into a room when they were discussing the 'good old days', they'd stop talking. They'd only talk about it when my mom's around so she can block vampire super-hearing in the room and then I can't hear. Annoying as all hell. Plus I can't even get info off Clare. She's a werewolf and knows what happened because it's on Jake's mind a lot. However, before she could switch back into human for the first time, Jake re-issued the one and only order he set on the pack. Not to tell or write down anything she's learned about the past to anyone who doesn't already know. It sucks.

So right now I'm in my meadow. No one knows about it since Alice can't see me and I control my thoughts around Dad. I don't know why but I feel a great connection to this meadow. It's strange but it's also peaceful with a touch of fear. I just wish I knew why I was feeling this. One day I will find out. I know it.

After I spent a good amount of time at my meadow, I went to Clare's house for an alibi. If someone asked I had been there and I showed that.

I shouldn't have much of a problem though. The reason I had left in the first place was because of another argument among Mom, Dad, Jake, and I about the past and everyone knew to keep their distance while I was blowing off some steam.

So I walked onto the open lines of the La Push property and walked human speed all the way down to Clare's house. Clare, of course, smelled me coming and ran out to greet me on my first step on the property.

"Hey Nessie," Clare greeted me.

"Hey Clare," I greeted back. "How's wolfey life going?"

She smirked an evil smirk. After checking that the coast was clear she motioned me inside the house. "Come on. I have to show you something."

Those words make me smile. Something to talk about with the family that didn't include a missing 2 hours of time.

Once inside Clare's room, she moved her gems to specific areas in her room. Clare and I dabbled a bit into Wicca a few years ago and noticed that a Dendrite and Indian Agates, a smoky quarts, and a red and brown jasper gem in a pentagram formation, blocked out any other vampire power in that area. Kind of like a make-shift version of my mom's power.

Now we like to use that as a way to gain privacy and share secrets.

Once the privacy shields were up, Clare dug under her bed coming out with 4 books.

"The 'Twilight' series!" I exclaimed feeling a bit betrayed. "I thought we weren't going to get crazy about these books like everyone else in the school."

"I wasn't," Clare said sounding exited for some reason. "But yesterday I was grounded and Aunt Emily bought me the books 6 months ago. Forgive me? I was bored."

"Ok then. But why all the secrecy for 'Twilight'?" I still said the name of the series in disgust.

"Well, I found out that 'Twilight's' not fiction at all. It's the story of 'the good old days'."

My eyes went wide as saucers and my jaw flew off its hinges. "'The good old days,'" I whispered in amazement. I could hardly believe it.

"Yep. Someone must have heard the story and wrote it down. Ended up making millions off that."

"Can I borrow it? Please, please, please, please? I'll return it," 'Maybe,' I thought.

"You can have it," Clare said. "I know the story upside-down and backwards."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you." Finally. The chance of a lifetime had dawned. I have the chance to find out my past.

Entering the main Cullen house filled me with fear and excitement. Before leaving Claris house we got 'Prayer of the Refugee' by Rise Against stuck in my head so Dad didn't notice anything. I brought the books upstairs to my room before closing the door, locking it, and moving my own gems in place for privacy wards.

I breathed in a deep sigh of relief. 'Whew, I did it.'

Turning to the stack of books I smiled before picking up the top one. 'Twilight'.

Taking a moment to admire the cover with a simple apple, I turned to page one- preface.

PREFACE

I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason enough in the last few months — but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.

I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me.

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something.

I knew that if I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldn't be facing death now. But, terrified as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.

The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me.

'Wow. This book will be interesting if anything,' I thought before I read on.