New Alliance

I do not own the copyrights to Twilight

Thanks go to my two beta readers. Hopefully, their aid makes my writing better to read. However, all mistakes are my own.

Opening Scene

I grew up near, or in, the water. All my people did; I was no exception to the rule. I don't think there's a single soul of my relations that like to live on land. The land is locked in on all four sides, makes it so one has too many people down their throat and too many noses in their business. There's also too many tall-tales being circulated about us and the water. One such tale is we live under the wet stuff all the time. How ludicrous is that? Sure, the water is preferred, and yes, it is needed for good health. But it also gives us something else. Why?

Simple, the water gives us extra…tools… in which to defend ourselves. Our strength is a hundred times greater in the wet stuff; as is our hearing, sight and speed. It's amazing how well one can protect themselves when others underestimate their opponent's ability. The land doesn't necessarily slow us down; it simply doesn't give us the edge. It is a fact I am now reminded of as I've barely won a battle with a red-eye creature. Alas, it was also the reason I had to leave my home and travel north. I knew his death would draw too much attraction, and by sticking around, my hand in it would be found out. I will find a place near water, hence my drive up to a small hick town called Forks, Washington.

Scene 1

Starting Over

The first day of school in Forks was a madhouse. The teenagers were talking so loud that I really wanted to ask them what size of socks do they need for their mouths. Unfortunately, my boss (the principal) has no sense of humor, and I had to bite my tongue. Schedules posted on the boring white wall are being looked at by all. People are flipping through new notebooks to find any receipts they may need. Those actions are what about gets me pushed up against a wall. Glancing at my own planner, I want to growl, again, as I realize the principal has put down the wrong number on my paper. I realize this as I start to enter a room only to find it the biology room instead of English literature. I quickly make my exit and find the right room.

The room is the pretty generic, boring, dry, class room. People file in one by one as I am setting my things down. Most are typical teenagers, latest style of hair, clothing and music, but six catch my eye right off the bat. They are dressed better than the rest. I see their manners are not loud and obnoxious, nor do they rough house with the other students. My pupils' names are called out, and I quickly learn the six that stand out are Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, Edward, and Bella Cullens. I do not know, nor can I explain why, but my instincts kick in. I make only the lesson for that day play in my head. It is one of a broken record playing as I talk. Why I feel this way can not be explained. I cannot make any sense out of it, as their eyes are not red. If they were, the rest of us would not stand any hope of surviving.

No chance, I almost stop the record in my head as a scene wants to jump into my head, but instead I toss another reel onto the projector of my brain. Yeats and Frost play as I discuss their poetry -some of which I barely comprehended myself. The record player quit and I continue teaching the outlined material or at least make that attempt with what little the manual actually holds. I walk up and down the outside isle asking questions such as "Do you really think a mother has little influence on her child as the author claims in regards to Yeats?" It is something I heartedly disagree with, but do not voice that opinion as I am not interested in swaying anyone's opinion.

"Miss Hayden, a mother always has influence over her child." The one called Bella speaks quietly, but with strong resentment towards the idea anyone would think different. "I happen to agree, but what about those who say different?" I am shocked when Rosalie practically spits out "I would have their hides." I am not blind, and I notice the quick glances the girl's foster siblings give her.

"I don't know if that would be particularly wise but, maybe, this particular author should count his blessings you were not around when he said it?" I asked with one of the sides of my mouth slightly turned up and a twinkle in my eye; everyone laughs, even Rosalie. The bell rings and I dismiss class as I go back to sit at my desk.