Hey! So, as the ultimate Twihard, this was a must. Hope this lives up to the expected *Twilight* rep! Yes, I used my own name in this. I also sorta described myself as the main character: I am blond and really pale already. BUT, I am not seventeen. I'm thirteen, but don't shoot me for boosting my age a little bit to be able to fit in to the Twilight age span. I'll try to put out one chapter a day. I don't care if I don't get comments, although it would be nice.

Hope y'all like it!

The fire burned painfully in my chest, as my heart started beating uncontrollably. I screamed a horrible blood-curling screech; the pain built steadily in my chest. A hand curled around mine as an unknown voice whispered in my ear, "It's okay, it's almost over. It's okay Natalie."

Then all of a sudden, the pain left my fingers and my toes, steadily working its way out of my arms and legs. I whimpered, knowing it might be over soon. I counted the passing seconds as the burning fire worked its way out of my body slowly, I was sure that I'd be a pile of ashes soon. The heat picked up in my chest and then, my heart stopped.

"Oh god, I've died". I thought.

I opened my eyes a crack and light filtered in between my eyelashes. Every little dust particle was visible to me like never before, and it was too weird.

"Natalie, are you okay?" the same unknown voice asked. I twirled around expecting to have been kidnapped by some creepy stalker, but it was just those amazingly hot Cullen kids. Wait, what were they doing here? The big burly boy that I identified as Emmett stepped forward in front of the rest of them protectively.

"Where am I?" I feebly asked. I jumped noticing that my voice sounded lighter and prettier, almost like bells.

"You're at our house. You were attacked by two freaks in a car and we just happened to be right there. You were losing so much blood, we couldn't just let you die, so we changed you. You're a vampire now, Natalie," said Carlisle, the Cullen's adoptive father and the best doctor that Forks had ever had.

"A vampire? They don't exist! Oh no, I must have died. I'm dead, aren't I? There's no way that I'd get to speak to people as pretty as you unless I was in heaven." I squeezed my eyes shut and pinched my arm, but it didn't hurt. My skin felt marble-hard and impenetrable.

I opened my eyes again to see that I was still in the same all-wood room as I had been a second ago. "Oh no," I said. "I really am a vampire, aren't I?"

"Yes," Edward glumly said, one of the cutest of the Cullens. I couldn't help but imagine him shirtless, like I did with every other hot guy on earth. He winced and croaked out, "Can you possibly control your thoughts, Natalie?"

My eyes reflectively widened as I said, "Uh… I'm not thinking anything. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Right," he said. "Let's go with that." Bella patted his arm and then they left the room. I vaguely noticed that my throat felt really dry like I needed a glass of water, but water just seemed like it would taste like liquid dirt.

"We should take you hunting… after I get you a mirror!" The pipsqueak named Alice exclaimed giddily, hopping out of the room and shortly returning with a mirror almost twice her height. She set it down in the corner of the room, and I walked over to it slowly. Who I saw in the mirror could not have possibly been me.

My original dull hair had been transformed into a long waist-length mane of perfect shimmering blond curls, which easily complimented my paler-then-paper skin. My full red rosebud lips puckered into a small O shape when they saw my haunting eyes; they were blood red and framed by thick black eyelashes.

I examined the mirror looking for any oddities. "What are you doing?" Alice asked.

"Looking to see if this is a trick mirror. It is, right? There's no way I can be this pretty." Alice chuckled and took me by the hand and led me out her front door. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"Hunting, silly!" she laughed in her high, tinkling giggle.

"Wait, like people?" I asked, horrified at the thought of killing people.

"Psh no! We hunt animals instead of people, we consider ourselves vegetarians."

"Uh…" I started, "Don't vegetarians not eat animals? Maybe you should call yourselves modified vegetarians."

She rolled her eyes at me and pulled me at blinding speeds deeper into the forest. I could see every leaf and smell every different unique smell, some were sweet, others were pungent, and some were… mouth-watering.

We kept running until we came to a small clearing. Several dozen deer flocked the area, flecked by the occasional mountain lion. The sweet smell of so many warm bodies made my mouth water. "Alice," I said. "How do I hunt?"

A look of confusion swept over her face, soon to be replaced by an understanding one. "Just let your instincts kick in," she said. "You'll know what to do."

I crouched down and let my feet guide me silently. I attacked the nearest buck and drained it quickly, throwing the carcass away when I was done. Only one problem: I was still hungry. The solution? I attacked another deer. After I drained three animals I was perfectly full, although my pale stomach was still perfectly flat. The warm feeling of blood felt nice on my lips…

And it reminded me of someone.

"Alice," I said, slightly panicking. "What happened to my boyfriend, Trevor? Does he think I'm… dead?" Josh was my first boyfriend who I'd been dating for about a year. Almost three months ago, I had told him those three words, that I love him. He said the same to me, and it had seemed like the perfect fairy tale ending.

She looked down at the ground and twiddled her thumbs. "I don't know. He probably does think that you're just out, even though you've been gone for more than three days now."

"Oh crud! I can't go back to him looking like this," I said, gesturing to my perfect body.

She smacked a palm to her forehead and said, "I hadn't thought about that. We'll come up with something later, but for now, let's get back to the house." Yet again, she grabbed my wrist and towed me back to the house.

The Cullens were inside, scattered in various poses around the room. Rosalie was sitting on the couch with Bella, Edward, and the little girl Renesme. Carlisle, Esmee, and Jasper were standing near to the door, talking in hushed tones. Emmett was cheering on the end of the couch: he was watching football and his team had just scored. Carlisle looked up and saw Alice and I approaching and pulled open the door.

"Carlisle, we have a problem," said Alice. "We forgot about Natalie's boy friend, Trevor, when we changed her."

Carlisle looked over at me and said, "This could be a problem. Do you have any family that might wonder about you? If you don't, then we could just cover up for you and say you're dead."

"I don't have any family. I've been an orphan since I was three when my parents died in a drive-by shooting. I've been in the local orphanage for fourteen years. Can't I just be like all of you? I could totally pull off the whole 'I actually have yellow eyes and skin that would scare a corpse and act like I'm too good for everyone' thing!" I said, innocently blinking while an evil smile played on my lips.

"She probably could…" Edward said. "Except the fact that her eyes are red and not gold."

"I have a question," I said. "If my eyes are red, then do they shoot lasers?" I stared at Edward's head as hard as I could.

"Sadly, no," said Rosalie. "But some of us do have special powers. Edward can read minds, Bella can prevent mental attacks, AKA a shield. Alice can see the future and Jasper can control people's emotions. Renesme here," she said, patting the little girl's head. "She got her parent's powers combined. Her mom is Bella and her dad is Edward. Renesme can project her thoughts into other people's minds." She nudged Renesme towards me and she stepped forward. I could smell her blood pulsing behind the thin layer of skin, but I easily ignored it.

"Hey sweetie," I said, holding out my arms to her. She crawled into them and pressed a smooth palm to my forehead. I saw a replay of Alice and I walking towards the house from a completely different view then what I had seen. I gasped.

"What the flying monkeys?" I said. "That is really weird." Renesme nestled her head into my neck, and the Cullens stirred nervously. "It's okay, I can smell her blood, but it doesn't bother me. I feel the same as how I did when I was a human." I played happily with Renesme's dark auburn curls.

"She so different…" Esmee muttered.

"Yes, quite," Jasper said in his deep tenor voice.

"So let's give her the full cover story," said Carlisle, clapping his hands together.

Well, I'll just have to tell you what happened in the next chapter, won't I?