A/N: I have been dying to write for this anime for the longest! Finally! That, and there aren't a lot of OC fics out there so I figured, why not. This is set to flow somewhat like Twilight, so there are a few things from the anime and movie that I took out, but for the most part all of the characters will remain the same (personality wise). Try to keep an open mind, k? If you don't like it, don't read it.

Disclaimer: I don't own.


1.

After The Sun Goes Down

Run.

Run.

Run.

Running as fast as her legs would carry her. Her bare feet, twigs snapping under the raw skin. Paying no attention to the cool dirt sinking between her toes, the small rocks that would stick against her. The cold air stung her chest and lungs, her throat and eyes dry as she dared not to look over her shoulder. Auburn hair flowed lose from its ties behind her as she ran under low hanging tree branches. Was he still following her? She didn't know, she didn't care. All that mattered was that she kept running, put as much distance between them as possible. She could hear nothing but her own breathing and racing heart in her ears. She came to a stop once she reached a small lake, she could see dim lights not far across it. A house maybe? How would she get across? Get to safety when she couldn't swim? She finally turned around , scanning the dark woods but could make out nothing but the shapes of trees.

"Phebe..." An eerie voice beckoned her name. She slowly stepped back as a figure clad in all black emerged from the shadows. They kept their face hidden by a caped hood, their hands paler than snow.

"Stay away from me!" She wanted to scream but no words would form.

The man in black, if he truly was a man, slowly approached the young girl. The water of the lake shore tickled the bottom of her nightgown. Was he going to kill her? Drown her? Before she could make another run for it, the man had her pinned down with his hands wrapped tightly around her neck.

"P-please let me go!" She silently pleaded but all in vain. She could only see his eyes, cold and dark as the night sky. Her reflection, the color in her skin fading as he choked the life from her.

OoOoO

EEP! EEP! EEP!

An alarm clock? The annoying chirping sent Phebe flying up in her bed, drenched in a cold sweat. She looked over at her blaring alarm clock, it was already six- time for school. She switched it off as she swung her legs off the edge of the bed, letting them hang there for a moment as she shook off the reoccurring nightmare.

"Phebe? You awake?" Her mother asked, calling from the bottom of the staircase.

"Yeah, I'm awake." She mumbled dragging into the bathroom. She looked at her reflection in the mirror before tossing cold water into her face. Tiny dark circles had finally formed under her deep green eyes, practice during her so called summer brake (though it was anything but) was the simplest answer to that. Phebe, according to her mother, had to keep busy. Had to enjoy her years of high school like any other teen her age just as she had all those years ago. And so Ms. White enrolled her children in every activity known to man in the small town, anything and everything to keep them busy and in school and out of trouble. The woman meant well, sure enough, but geez did Phebe need a break!

Poor girl was hoping for the hopeless.

She quickly showered, tossing on a pair of sweats and a college sweatshirt, pulling her hair into a messy bun before making her way downstairs.

Her mom, the only parent still around for her and her brother, was attempting to make breakfast in the kitchen. The woman had many positive qualities that made up for her lack of culinary skills.

"Morning Phebe," The beautiful woman smiled. Her mother aged, yes, but time was very kind to her. She still had all her chocolate hair, her face still held its youthful qualities along with the rest of her. Phebe and her older brother, Elie, favored their father with their shared strawberry blonde locks and emerald eyes.

"Morning mom," The teen yawned giving her a kiss upon the cheek.

"You look tired, are you getting enough sleep?" Her mother asked, aloof, handing her a plate of eggs and bacon.

"Yeah," Phebe lied as she denied the plate, grabbing an apple out the fruit bowl on the table.

"Phebe, you need more than that apple. I'll wrap it up for you to take with you." Her mother offered. Phebe shrugged, there was no use arguing with her, she would win anyway. "Your brother left early this morning, said something about meeting with his coach. Since you'll be commuting by yourself, take the pepper spray."

Phebe couldn't hide the obvious roll of her eyes. Living in a town as small as Forks, there was really no need for cars (and if one just had to commute far enough there was a train available). Everything was within walking distance, including the town's high school that sat right in its center. The girl was all but convinced nothing big really happened in such a quiet town (having grown up there and the only big thing being two straight weeks with no rain, it was as quiet as quiet could get), but her mother (whom was ever so paranoid) insisted she kept some form of protection when her brother wasn't around.

"If you insist a small can of pepper spray will fight off a gang of thugs then by all means," She shrugged.

Her mother was less than pleased with her sense of humor.

Phebe grabbed her things, gave a quick wave of the hand, and was out the back door in a matter of minutes. She inhaled the moist air that blew past her face in its usual greeting, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

This was all she knew.

The quiet, the peacefulness, and the closeness that made up the heart and soul that was Forks.

Forks was a city in Clallam County, Washington- so small and nonexistent it normally went unrecognized on any standard map. Surrounded by the Olympic National Park, the city made a living off of timber, salmon, and rainbow trout. One went to school, graduated, and took over whatever business their family was invested in. Phebe, god bless her, was one of the very lucky few. Her family was in the medical business, supplying the town not only with equipment but with doctors and nurses as well. Not a bad future compared to lumber jacking and fishing, but Phebe had dreams that lied beyond the minute town.

She wanted to dance, to travel the world, to live a life free of the rules and expectations her parents put on her and her brother.

"Have you heard?"

The walk to school was a blur. Deep in her thoughts she made the hike to the aging building from memory, having little to no difficulty with the many twists and turns that led up to the main building.

Chiho Sasaki, was one of the few people Phebe called a friend. The girl bounced excitedly as she approached her brooding friend. It didn't take much to get her worked up so Phebe could only image what had peaked her interest so early in the morning.

"Probably not," Said Phebe. "Care to enlighten me?"

The two had practically spent their summer together since their sports camps were separated by a patch of bigleaf maples. Every other day they would manage to sneak off and walk the forests grounds, collecting all kinds of flowers and rocks- a habit that formed way back when they were children.

"We have new students!" Chiho beamed. "We haven't had anyone new since Emi showed up a few years ago."

Phebe's brow furrowed as they continued their walk to the rows of green lockers that lined the horribly lit hallways. They were juniors this year, and have had the same lockers since they were freshmen. Nothing at all had changed since their sophomore year had ended.

Literally.

The paint on the walls was still chipping, the lockers were still jamming, the hall lights were still flickering. The list went on. But Forks high was sentimental to everyone. Yes it sucked, but the teachers were great and the sports teams were something to be feared. The small community took pride in its extracurricular activities, and it showed proudly in every sport the school funded.

Phebe blinked, glancing over at Chiho who hadn't stopped talking. Instead the subject itself had changed entirely. But that was Chiho, the girl's mind was never in the same place for long.

"Do you think we'll see them today?" Chiho suddenly asked, turning to face Phebe. It was obvious the talkative young girl valued her friend's opinion, no matter what the subject matter was.

"I'm not sure," Replied Phebe honestly with a shrug. "We didn't meet Emi until a full two weeks after her transfer. Speaking of, where is she? She's never late."

At this, Chiho smiled. "Actually," She said. "She won't be at school today. She didn't explain, but she said something concerning her family came up."

Phebe was taken aback by this. Emi Yusa, the completion of the trio, was another good friend of Phebe. She'd moved to Forks a few years back, and though she wasn't as goofy and talkative as Chiho, she was still good company to be around. It was odd for her to miss school since it had never happened before in the past.

Phebe hummed in response as they approached their lockers. She busied herself with putting in her locker combination, 26-7-29, same as it's been since freshman year. She tugged on the metal door, half expecting it to open. And when it didn't, she sighed. Again she tugged, and again it didn't budge.

"It's too early in the school year for this crap. I mean seriously." She tugged again.

Again it didn't budge.

Chiho watched on in mild interest as her friend grew frustrated, stray strands of strawberry hair falling out of place as Phebe waged an all out war against her raggedy old locker. With one last tug the door gave, swinging open with so much force Phebe almost lost her balance.

But that was the least of her worries.

As soon as the locker door swung open and out of her control it collided with something, someone, and said person was no sprawled out on the floor holding their face.

"Shit!" Phebe heard them hiss as she got down to her knees.

"Jesus, I'm so sorry!" She gasped as she reached out to touch them.

Their skin, his skin, as fair as it appeared, was oddly warm. Like the sun itself had touched the kid now complaining about how she had most likely broken his nose.

"Move your hand so I can see if it's broken," Phebe said, attempting to pry his hands away from his face.

"Haven't you done enough?" He asked, voice a muffled groan.

"I said I was sorry, it's not like I was aiming for your face." She huffed. "Now let me see, please."

Relunctantly, hands moved to reveal a bloody but otherwise unbroken nose.

"Here…" She reached into her purse and pulled out a travel size pack of Kleenex, removing few to catch the trickle of blood leaving his nose.

Sharpe red eyes opened to examine her, and Phebe found herself under the intensity of the boy's gaze. She averted her eyes from his quickly, focusing on the task at hand.

"It's not broken," She informed. "But you might want to get it looked at by the nurse to be safe."

The boy was quiet as he watched her. She felt his eyes roam over her features as she tried her hardest to keep from staring back. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it felt like he was looking right through her. He caught the slight movement of the stray strands of strawberry blonde hair that moved when she did, the emerald eyes that forced themselves away from his own rubies, and peach skin that colored slightly in her cheeks.

"Um… is he ok?"

They both looked up to find that Chiho was still there, watching the entire scene play out, with worry in her features. She fidgeted nervously as she stared down at the boy with unkempt dark hair and then back at her friend.

"He'll be fine," Phebe answered for him. "He just needs to go see the nurse."

"Actually," The boy spoke up. "I'm just fine, the bleeding has stopped." He pointed to his nose, signaling that the blood flow had indeed stopped.

"Oh… well that's good then."

"If he's alright, we should head to class. We don't need to be late on our first day." Chiho said as she closed her locker door, waiting for her friend to join her.

Phebe glanced back at the dark hair boy as she stood himself up, dusting off his jeans, stealing another glance at the girl as she quickly gathered her things from her locker. Phebe, before heading off with Chiho, turned to face the boy once again. He'd been preoccupied putting in the combination to the locker next to hers when she approached him with the remaining Kleenex.

"Just keep these, in case the bleeding starts again while you're in class." She offered.

He studied the tissues in her hands before lifting his gaze to hers. "Thank you." He said eventually, taking them from her.

Phebe excused herself with Chiho, and he watched as the two girls vanished among the sea of students piling into the classrooms. He looked down at the soft tissues in his hands, rubbing them between his fingers.

Just who was this girl with the strawberry hair? What was her name? But more importantly, could she be of some use to him? A smirk curved his lips as he closed his locker door, shoving the tissues into his pocket.

Forks had just become very promising.