A/N: Not too sure what I'm doing. Disclaimer: Original idea behind characters comes from Stephanie Meyer's Twilight.

-:Prologue:-

"Mr. Edward Masen." The pale-blonde lawyer spread his fingers on the desk, as if bracing himself. "Do you realize what is happening to you?"

The delinquent smirked. "Of course, Mr. Newton," he intoned with irritating politeness. He lounged on the hard wooden chair in front of the lawyer's desk, making it seem as though he was comfortably seated on a plush chaise. His extended legs seemed to fan out from the chair, taking up miles of space. He imitated one of the lawyer's frequent gestures and steepled his white hands. His mossy green eyes caught the late afternoon sunrays, glowing amber, and he drawled, "This is my last chance. If I can find any more trouble for myself in the small, isolated town of—what was it, Forks, Washington?—then I will certainly find my place in a juvenile hall." Edward Masen recited this speech perfectly from memory. He had grown up in Chicago and was moved to New York City at twelve years of age after numerous small thefts. In NYC, he was caught with pounds of drugs two years later. In three years, child services had relocated him in 6 different small cities around the nation in Ohio, Tennessee, and Nevada. In each town he had found some trouble: more shoplifting, selling more drugs, or the latest: gang fighting. Every time, his lawyer, Michael Newton, would make the same speech. By the third time, Edward had memorized it.

Mr. Newton's eyes hardened, and he narrowed them at Edward. "Keep that in mind this time. You are nearly eighteen years old, and after this we cannot guarantee to keep you out of jail or prison." After receiving a confirming nod from Edward, he sighed. "We will be allowing you and your poor sister Alice to stay together this time, until you finish high school. If you finish high school," he muttered. Edward rolled his eyes. He might not have been in school very much, but he still had excellent marks. "A very kind, willing young couple, Esme and Carlisle, have opened their arms for you. If you misbehave—"

"—I will be sent to Juvie. Yeah, yeah," Edward said. "Can I go now?" he asked, pouting like a five-year old.

Edward left the office and took a seat next to a fragile girl with what appeared to be a buzz cut. Her hair had recently started growing back, after her lovely twin brother and another boy shaved her long, beautiful locks off, just because. There were two of them, and one small, tiny her. She hadn't tried to stop them. "Hey Al," Edward said. A moment of silence. "Hi Ed," she grinned, deliberately showing all her teeth.

"So you'll be living with me this time." Edward sighed. "Sorry, Al."

"You aren't sorry."

Edward's eyes flashed, but he had no response. She was right.

"So we're gonna be in some small town in Washington. Pretty close to the Pacific. Lots of fog though. But you like water, Ali, you'll be okay."

"Don't call me Ali," she snapped. "I won't forgive you. I actually have friends here in Nevada."

Edward snorted. "Oh yeah, platinum-blonde Tanya Denali. I visited you once and she couldn't keep her hands off me." He smirked. "Pretty hot, I'll grant you that. But no, not my type. Not your type either. Don't you usually find nerds to hang out with?"

Alice ignored him. "You don't have a type. You've never shown any interest in girls. You're gay aren't you?" she spat.

"Woah, what with the venom, girl?" he slurred, chuckling. In truth, he was just waiting for the right girl. Not that he would ever admit it. It wasn't something expected from one such as Edward Anthony Masen, but it was all he remembered about his mother….before she died from over-dosing on some mixture of drugs. She said that the right girl would be able to control him. He took this as the excuse for him to run amok until the "right girl" came to him. He sometimes hoped she didn't exist, and he sometimes wanted her to just show up already.

It wasn't that he couldn't get a girl. Females of all ages, everywhere, followed his tangled red-bronze-blonde head of hair. And his mossy green eyes. They loved his eyes. His eyes were green, amber, blue, hazel, speckled in the pattern of a robin's egg. They sparkled. They were deep, deep down to his soul. They revealed everything about him. Which is why he never allowed anyone to look in their depths for a prolonged amount of time. He feared his vulnerability. He hated not being able to stare people down, and many a fight resulted from others smirking at his apparent lack of confidence. Of course, Edward always won. He had grown up in a tough part of Chicago.

Mr. Newton came out of his office carrying his professional black leather briefcase. He ran a hand through his hair. "Kids, get your bags. We're heading to Forks."

A/N: So...if you haven't visited my profile, I'm not aspiring to be a writer. I honestly have...zero idea of what I'm doing. Reviews appreciated.