This is my first Twilight fan fiction, and hopefully all goes well. Please, understand I've meant for what happens in this chapter to happen, and please give this story a chance, I haven't seen this idea been done anywhere else on the site.

Some quick background information (what I don't mention right here, right now, will be explained throughout the story) : this story takes place nearly a year after Breaking Dawn, part 1. Jacob never imprinted on Renesmee, okay? That is all... enjoy!

Brandi Saxon could not describe herself as being thrilled upon arriving to the small town of Salida, Colorado, and rather, as she stepped out of her brother's car in the gravel driveway of his small, white and green trimmed house, a feeling of contempt washed over her tense body. She took in a deep breath, the cool air nearly stinging her throat, and her dark eyebrows furrowed as she stared up at the old, dirt-stained, seemingly one level white house. The neighborhood, if one could even call it that, was small, with houses unevenly spaced out randomly all around. Tall, thick pine trees surrounded the area, posing as a fence of sorts, and a narrow, two-lane road that led into town wound through the trees. Brandi stared at the dark green, front door, her mind racing, until the sound of her brother slamming the trunk of the car shut snapped from her daze.

"Well, here we are," he said in a tone of voice that bordered boredom, and he stepped closer to his younger sister, her two large suitcases in either of his hands. "Ready to go inside?"

Brandi forced a smile and nodded, honestly ready to get out of the dry, random cold that seemed to have no business being there with the shining sun. She followed her brother, Douglas, up to the door, pausing behind him on the small, concrete porch as he set down the suitcases to unlock the door. As he did, Brandi turned slightly, her long brown hair blowing behind her in the slight gust of wind as her gray eyes roamed over the blue sky and various trees that surrounded her, making her feel as though she was trapped. If anything, she sort of was.

Finally, once Doug pushed open the door, he stepped to the side as he picked up Brandi's suitcase to allow her to step inside first. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Brandi stepped inside the house, her shoes loud against the faded wooden floor, and a noticeable shiver sprang through her.

"The heat must have shut off," Doug said as he stepped inside the house as well, closing the door behind him with his foot. "I left early to get to the airport. I've been gone all day."

"It's fine," Brandi said, trying her hardest to ignore the cold as she tried to control her desperate need to outright shiver. She took a quick moment to look at her surroundings, taking in the staircase that lead to the basement that was directly in front of her, the small living room to her left, and past the staircase was the entrance to what she assumed was the kitchen.

"I, um... hope you don't mind, but your room is in the... the basement," her brother told her somewhat nervously, and she could tell he was holding his breath as he stared at her, waiting for a response. Truthfully, she was less than thrilled about a room in the most likely cold, damp basement, but instead of expressing this to her already burdened brother, she smiled.

"I don't mind," she said.

"You get your own bathroom," Doug felt the need to offer with a forced smile of his own.

"Great."

Brandi followed Doug down the creaky, wooden staircase, the area getting colder and colder the lower they got. She stopped behind Doug as he reached around the corner to feel for the light switch, and Brandi held her breath, certain she would see a room with a stained, concrete floor, work out equipment in the corner, and a futon on the opposite end. But rather, once he snapped on the light, she was surprised to see the main room of the basement was more finished than it was drab and empty. A dark orange carpet covered the floor, on the wall directly in front of her was a brown couch and a matching lounge chair, and a decent sized TV sat against wall directly to her left, on the opposite end of the couch. Workout equipment did exist in the room, and directly in front of her, a couple feet from one of the couch's end tables, was a treadmill and various weights of all sizes. Clutching her purse closer to her body, Brandi followed Doug past the couch and TV and toward a small, dark hallway, the bathroom door located on the wall adjacent, and she stopped behind him again as he pushed open one of the two doors in the small hallway. He turned his body to face her and nodded toward the room, motioning for Brandi to step inside her new bedroom.

The room was a decent size, big enough to comfortably fit a queen sized bed, free of any sheets or pillows, a large dresser and desk, and the carpet was a dark tan color, the walls freshly painted a faded white. A small smile crept onto Brandi's face as she took a moment to be appreciative of her brother's effort in setting up her room, though she couldn't help but instantly feel the need to re-arrange the furniture. She kept this thought to herself, however, and turned to face her brother just as he set down her suitcases next to the door.

"Is this okay?"

"Yeah, it's great," Brandi answered truthfully. "I like it."

"Good," Doug said uneasily. "I know it's probably not what you were accustomed to at Grandma's house... but-"

"Really, Doug, it's great," Brandi assured. "It's perfect."

"You're a shitty liar, Bran," Doug said with a grin, and Brandi couldn't help but to grin back. "Alright well hey, the bathroom is out of the hall and directly to the left, and the upstairs isn't hard to figure out. I actually got to head back to work..."

"Really?" Brandi asked. "Already?"

"Those boats aren't going to clean and rent themselves, Brandi," Doug said with a sigh as he reached into his back pocket. "Here. Here's some money. Take the Civic, go into town, and get yourself some bed stuff, and... whatever else you need."

Brandi's lips parted as Doug handed her a wad of cash. "Doug, really? You sure?"

"Yep," he assured. "The civic idles a little funny, I still gotta fix that, but it's nothing to worry about. The keys are hanging on the key hook in the kitchen by the fridge, and I'll be back around nine maybe. Are you... good?"

"Yeah, I'm good," Brandi said with a grin. "Thanks, Doug."

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After locating the keys to Doug's Honda Civic Hatchback, and after throwing on her black, zip-up windbreaker over her white tank top, Brandi headed out the door, making sure to lock it with the spare key Doug had given her, and she got into the car. The Civic reminded her of the car she drove back in Florida, small and easy to maneuver, and she took a moment to take notice of the vehicles interior, glancing at the worn, slightly torn seats and roof and crumb-filled floor.

The ride into town was short, no longer than five minutes from the neighborhood, and with narrowed eyes Brandi eyed the various small stores, all built together in single complexes that lined either side of the street as she drove down the two lane road, stopping at the occasional stop light. Despite her nearly frozen state as she drove along, she figured it was a rather nice day in the state of Colorado, for many people walked along the sidewalks, some alone and some in groups, and they wore bright, happy smiles on their faces. Brandi rolled her eyes at this. Clearly, the people here had no idea what truly nice weather was like.

Finally, after driving around, literally, in circles for another ten minutes, Brandi discovered a small corner store, a sign in the front expressing that yes, they sold cigarettes, and judging by the exclamation point at the end of the word, they were rather happy about it. Brandi sure was; ever since her flight into the state, she had been craving for a smoke, and with a relieved smile she parked the car in front of the building before checking to make sure the money Doug had given her was still in her pocket...

Jacob Black couldn't help but to grumble to himself as he marched down the street, a fifty dollar bill openly clutched in his left hand, and he stared ahead at the Safeway just beyond the park. Naturally, after waking in the late afternoon from another, mostly sleepless night, Jacob had walked into the kitchen of his cabin for a late lunch, only to immediately take notice of the lack of food all around. Nothing but grumbles and murmured cursing escaped past his lips as he went about the cabin, throwing on a plaid, button-down shirt over his bare chest and jeans as he went about scrounging up some money for a super quick grocery shop. It wasn't that he necessarily had actual plans that day, but surely a trip to one of the stores he absolutely loathed was not on his agenda. He just hoped that Gertrude, the over-friendly cashier, wasn't working that day.

But he came to realize quickly as he crossed the street, that fate was on his side that day, and if wasn't fate that had caused him to finish up the rest of the burgers the night before, to force him on an unexpected outing, then he didn't know what else to call it. Casually, as he paced by, arms swinging on either side of him, he turned his head to the right upon noticing the door to the small corner store opening, and he watched with tired eyes as a girl, clad in tight jeans, a white tank top, a black jacket and wispy, blowing brown hair, stepped off of the small wooden porch, repeatedly smacking a pack of cigarettes against her palm. This was no big deal, it was easy for Jacob to turn his attention away from a smoker, until his eyes met with hers, that is...

It seemed as though the world had stopped turning, and suddenly Jacob's breath hitched in his throat, his lungs and heart temporarily shutting down. He felt lightheaded, and as he easily stared into the girl's light gray eyes, images around her blurred out of focus, becoming unimportant, and all he could see was her seemingly, sudden perfect features. He didn't have to tear his eyes away from hers to notice the various tones of brown in her wild and wavy hair, how plump her pink lips were, or how her body looked rather approachable. Instantly, he could just see and feel what it would be like to be next to her, to talk to her, and to spend time with her, and suddenly he wanted nothing more in the world than to do all these things. His heart began to beat again, and the longer he stood there, his legs weak and wobbly, his feet barely able to support him, the faster his heart began to race, and he felt his own lips part in overwhelming stress. But this stress wasn't like the kind he had grown so familiar with, rather he suddenly felt stress over wanting to be this random girl's everything.

No, he thought to himself idly. No way. Could it be, that after years of waiting for it to happen, especially after all that had happened back home in La Push, that he had finally... imprinted? It couldn't be, it was so random, so sudden. But then again, Jacob had never felt such an overwhelming feeling that literally left him breathless, and he felt as though a strong, invisible, physical force was pushing him toward the girl he had never seen in his life. He was still staring into her eyes, too far gone to notice the rather annoyed look she was shooting him as she stepped closer to her car, and finally, just as she reverted her gaze away from the random man across the parking lot, the trance was broken, but it seemed as though the feelings were growing stronger by the moment. With his jaw still unhinged, Jacob stared at the tires of her car in thought, bewildered by the sudden change of events. He wasn't sure if what had happened had just really happened, and while the feelings felt both intense, but natural, he decided, just for a minute, to accept that perhaps he had just imprinted. Without his old pack around, he was free of the reassurance and cheerful jesters, he was completely on his own with this one, but as he stood there, watching as the random girl backed out of the parking lot and took off down the road, he wondered what, exactly, his next move was. How was he supposed to start this long path of destiny with a girl whose name he didn't even know...?

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