Hey fellow Twilighters! I'm trying my hand at a Twilight story, cus I had this idea and it wouldn't leave me alone, and it kinda derived from the book and I couldn't figure out what to call the characters. xP Lame, I know. In this, Bella is sorta OOC, but she's still very Bella-ish, with the tripping and blushing. Just instead of liking the classics like Pride and Prejudice, or Romeo and Juliet, she likes stuff like the D&K World Atlas of Wildlife…

I'm not very sure if this is very clear and all, so tell me. I think I went a little overboard with my description, so bear with me. Also, do I absolutely have to do a disclaimer? I think it's obvious enough that I'm not S. Meyer…

THIS PROLOGUE HAS BEEN EDITED, SO RE-READ IT IF YOU READ IT WHEN I POSTED IT THE FIRST TIME!

Anyhow, here is the prologue to Endangered

Hi, I'm Isabella – Bella – Swan. Brown hair, brown eyes, slightly tanned but still rather pale, I don't look especially out of the ordinary. In fact, I look like any average American seventeen year old. Of course, that's where everyone goes wrong. Never judge a book by its cover.

You see, I'm a GW; guardian of wildlife. I – surprise! – watch over wildlife. I make sure that they don't die of unnatural causes. I don't really have many powers, although I'm immortal, I heal quickly if injured, and I teleport. I can only teleport across the North American continent, and I can't control when it happens. It just takes me to wherever an animal that is in danger is, whenever. Good for the animals? Yes. For me? Not so much.

But don't get me wrong, I love my job. Well, the animal part of it. You see, I can talk to them as well. It's rather cool; an insight into their minds, what their lives are really like. Those stupid wildlife biologists (and the like) that taught me in college have no idea what they are talking about. Seriously. It's all a load of crap.

Well, now that you know about my 'job', I might as well tell you about other aspects of my life. We'll start with my childhood.

I grew up in the sunny town of Phoenix, Arizona. My parents, Charlie and Renee, had a really rocky relationship, to say the least. And guess what? I was always in the middle of it. I eventually resorted to completely ignoring them, at about the age of twelve or thirteen, droning out their yelling with heavy metal and looking for any animal knowledge that had seemed to evade my encyclopedia-like brain. I was always an outcast in school, although I did have one friend, Alice, a social, rather loud and overly excited character who used to find great pleasure in dressing me up like her own personal Barbie. She called this torture a 'makeover,' participating in it at least once a week. Her parents eventually sent her to an asylum because of her uncanny ability to predict the future, because they found it strange.

Soon after, when I was about seventeen, I got these weird dreams. Apparently, I was a 'chosen one'. I got told about my job, and got the lay-down of what was to happen. The rules were imprinted in my mind to this very day. I was to get a degree in wildlife veterinary work, with a tad of conservation biology on the side, and after that, say my final goodbyes to my family before choosing a remote town to settle and run my own wildlife rehab center in – none of the general public were to know of its existence.

So, I did just that, careful not to break any rules. I really didn't want this person or these people on my case. After the goodbyes to my oh-so-loving family, the teleporting began. My first mission was to save a number of birds on the coast of Alaska, where a terrible oil spill had occurred and left numerous water birds unable to fend for themselves. When I teleported again, I ended up in Forks, Washington, a small dreary town on the Olympic Peninsula.

Next thing I knew, I was camping out in the forest surrounding the town, hiking (and tripping, my klutziness was something I never lost) and looking for the perfect spot for my wildlife rehabilitation center. I found it about a wildlife-saving free week after I started looking. By that time, I was pretty beaten up, and tired. I set up camp, and that night, I had a dream, where it gave me a supply list and told me to get everything back to the spot in two days time.

Me, being all scared to break the rules, did as I was told, and the next day, when I woke up, voila, my center was all up, with everything in place.

The place was huge, and they had to clear quite a few trees for the main house, whoever did it. But they took care to keep them intact where possible. Good architect, I guess.

The single-story main building was made completely made out of wood that was of a rich, reddish shade. The door was of a matching color, with a dog door; a mat lay on the patio in front of it, reading 'Welcome'. Next to it was a plant, and if you climbed up the few stairs, you could see a key was tucked away near the roots, barely visible. I bent down to pick up the keys, and then straightened up, taking a deep breath as I shoved the key in the whole, turned it, and after hearing a 'click!' I took the door knob and twisted it. The door opened, revealing a large, homely looking area.

The cabin was beautiful and efficient looking, all the walls painted white. In the far left-hand corner, was a small kitchen, with a couple cabinets, a stove and oven, a fridge and a sink. The floor in the area was tiled, with a small wooden table for two resting on it.

The entire closer, right-hand corner was a split level, with a few steps leading down into it a few meters from where I was standing. There was a large TV against one wall on top of a console that had a VHS player, a DVD player that also played CDs, and an amplifier. The surround sound speakers were placed on either side of the couch. I later found out the TV had all necessary channels, as well as links to the surveillance cameras that were supposedly scattered around her center. There was a soft looking, off-white colored leather couch in front of it, along with a fluffy rug in the shape of an owl and a low, wooden coffee table. On the wall perpendicular to the one the TV was against, were several waist high cupboards with glass doors, filled with CDs, DVDs, and VHS tapes in alphabetical order. The organization wasn't going to last long. On top of the cabinet was a white doily as well as a photograph of my parents and me at my eighth birthday party; we all looked so happy. What a lie.

Past that, in the far right-hand corner, were simply three doors, nothing but a white rug on the floor in front of them. One on the same wall as half the kitchen, and two on the other wall perpendicular to it.

The first door led to a bedroom, with a simple four poster bed, with numerous snow colored pillows and a dark green and comforter covered in moose. I had to laugh to myself. Moose? Next to it was a nightstand with a coaster and a lamp on it. On either side of the bed were loads of bookshelves. The shelves on the far side of the bed were all fiction, in alphabetical order. These people must be OCD or something. So much organization! On the side closer to where I stood, were rows and rows of informative books, from how-tos to encyclopedias and wildlife watching guides. The far wall of the room was all a window, looking out into the forest. Translucent white curtains hung on either end of the window. There were two doors on the wall opposite the bed, and to the right of where I stood, in front of the doorframe through which I had just entered. In between them were a large teakwood closet and a vanity. They were all bare – I'd have to go shopping later.

The door closest to me led to an extremely large bathroom. There was a door across the bathroom that led into the next room, and one to my right which presumably led to the main living area of the large cabin area. The bathroom itself was very basic; a toilet, bath, shower and a sink with a mirror above it and a glass shelf in between for toiletries. Inside the tainted glass sliding doors of the shower was a fancy shower nozzle that would take a while, and many accidents, to figure out, as well as shelves for soaps and shampoos.

I soon left the bathroom, walking across the bathroom and into the next room. It was a nursery and veterinary facility in one. Wow, they really thought of everything, didn't they? The room was large, and L-shaped. Along the window that I figured continued from the one in my room made for a great view, and there were numerous, sturdy puppy-pens along its length. In the corner at the end of the width of the 'L' of the room, were a number of cages in two rows, stacked on top of each other, for smaller animals. Some of them were made of glass. There was also a little fridge plugged in, and there was a door by it that I found led to my bedroom; convenient. I walked back to where I was standing before, by the door leading in from the bathroom, and looked around the rest of the room.

Across from me was a wall with metal sinks and countertops, as well as several fridges and cabinets. A couple IVs and air supply systems were there, with numerous mask sizes. In the center of the room were two operation tables, one for moderately larger animals, and one for smaller ones. Happy that I had finally finished exploring this part of the house, I quickly exited and took a look at what I skipped, which was almost directly opposite where I stood in front of the door that I just noticed had a sign on it that read 'clinic'. Same went for the other doors, although instead of 'clinic', they read 'bathroom' and 'private: do not enter without permission'. I giggled, these people were good.

In the last corner was an office sort of setting. There was a plush, comfy looking black leather chair behind a table with a laptop on it, plugged in and running. Various stationary items were laid in a stack to the right of the computer. On the left of the computer sat a black phone, already plugged into the wall and useable. Not that I'd need it. It all faced out a large window which had a good view of the enclosures outside, presumably for my animals to be. A supply shed and adjacent aviary and smaller, indoor enclosures were clearly visible, right in the middle of the four, large chain-link fenced enclosures.

I wandered to the living room corner, and turned on Animal Planet, before walking into the kitchen to get a drink. I opened the fridge to find it empty, with the exception of an envelope. Inside was a credit card with my name on it, as well as note. The note read:

You didn't seriously think we were gonna let you by that easy, right? You'll have to order supplies from Port Angeles, Forks, Seattle, wherever. Just keep it on the DL. Oh, and consider the credit card a welcome present. It's pre-paid, with an unlimited amount of cash.

Sincerely,

You're Boss.

Figures.

I couldn't help making the house just appear! Lolz, you'll soon see I'm kinda off the rocker anyways…and I think it'll be something to do with the story later. Also, Edward won't really be in the story much at the beginning, just so you know. Also, Alice in this story is a little younger than the one in the book, but she's still with the Cullens when they meet. Ok, now press that button, somewhere below this, and review! And I'm not gonna demand reviews like a lot of authors, but what can I say, dad likes reading them! Ok, you caught me! I like them too… Also, I don't know the names to all the medical stuff, so bear with me; and I was wondering if anyone had ideas for a title that doesn't suck?

Xx

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