Daylight

:Hi! This is my first fanfic posted up on this site, even though I've been on it for ages, but yeah! This is a crossover between Mediator and Twilight so please R&R! Characters belong to their respected owners, nothing belongs to me except the plot and one of my characters whom will not be revealed at this time. D Anyway, enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Rainy Weather

"Jesse, remind me again why we are here in the middle of no-where, instead of at the beach?" I ask. The rain outside was making an even rhythm as the car was making its way through quiet wet streets. Okay, so you might be wondering where we were at this particular moment, well I can tell you this: we aren't in California anymore. This seems like a thing out of the Wizard of Oz, but it isn't. First of, I've never been to Kansas before, and second of, if we were in the Wizard of Oz, wouldn't we have already seen a bright yellow brick road and little people with a faerie in a big puffy dress as their queen? Anyway, back to where we were. Well, if you can believe me, we were in a little town called Forks, just way up there in Washington. I knew Forks had a bit of rainy weather, but I didn't know that it could be wet, AND gloomy too. The moment we had stepped off the plane, I knew that this place didn't get enough sunlight. How do people even get a good decent tan here?

Jesse just sighed as a reply. His eyes keeping steadily on the wet road in front of him.

Okay, I just asked that question again because I was bored out of my mind. So instead let me tell you why we're here myself. Me and Jesse, just me and the love of my life, had won two tickets to a wonderful place called Florida. Another great place to get a tan, other than California. Okay, so than we get on the plane about a day or so later, and then the stupid plane just had to break down on it's trip to pick up more passengers in Washington. We're just the luckiest people in the world now, aren't we? So now we're stuck in Forks for about a day or two until they could either fix the plane, and or get another up and going, but for now, me, Jesse, and everyone else stranded had to make due by calling a hotel and staying in and enjoy the sights, although enjoy what sights I couldn't tell. Because to me, it's mostly just wet and cloudy.

"Jesse," I whined, stretching the "s"s in his name until it came out like: Jessssssssssseee. God, I'm starting to sound like Kelly Prescott, and that's even scarier than a room full of murdering ghosts, although I'm not saying it is, but still. I was about to say something else until I heard an enormous bang, and quickly assumed that something had happened to the car but Jesse suddenly put his foot on the brakes. I lurched in my seat, the seatbelt cutting across my throat painfully. Everything in the retail car sailed past me and crashing themselves against the window, almost cracking the window shield, seriously.

"Nombre de Dios," Jesse said angrily under his breath. "What the hell do they think they're doing?" he asked, pushing his hair away from his eyes and unbuckling his seatbelt quickly.

That's when I decided to look up. And to my surprise was a truck... at least, I think it was a truck. But it looked like the thing had gone through hell and back over again. Who in the world would be riding that ancient looking thing? I unbuckled my seatbelt and followed Jesse toward the "truck".

The rain was only sprinkling by this point, tiny droplets of rain clinging themselves to my hair. I walked up to where Jesse was, rubbing my sore neck. Than the door to the truck opened up with a loud screech, that damn thing needed oil, or at least a new door! But to both of our astonishment came out a girl, I guess my age. She had long dark hair, and a heart shaped face that looked up at us with sudden worry. She was pretty I had to admit, although I began to wonder why a pretty girl like her was riding that thing that was called a car.

"I'm sorry!" she said, slamming the car door with a loud bang. "Are either of you hurt?"

Suddenly the anger that was on Jesse's face just a moment ago melted away, almost matching the girl's worrying expression. "No, we're all right, although we should be asking you that as well." he smiled at her, his dark liquid eyes holding much concern for the "pretty girl". Still the gentleman, even to a complete stranger. Especially when that stranger happened to be a very pretty girl who would have likely killed us both with that monster of hers!

The girl shook her head. "No I'm all right but, I'm sorry again for what almost happened. I guess I was distracted for a moment..." at this the girl glanced quickly over her shoulder, as if seeing something that we couldn't.

I craned my neck slightly to see past her, but all I could see was a very dense forest. What was she just looking at?

"That's quite all right," Jesse replied, his eyes had also looked to where mine were, although unlike mine, he actually saw what I didn't and maybe that was why he glared a bit. "My name is Jesse de Silva, and this is-

"Susannah Simon," I said, cutting in, holding my hand out to shake hers. "Just Suze will do quite nicely." smiles.

The girl took my hand and smiled slightly. "And I am Isabella Swan. But please, call me Bella. You're, not from around here, are you?" she looked like she was in a hurry to get back in the car, but didn't want to rush things just in case she seemed rude. How sweet of her.

Jesse laughed, scratching his head in embarrassment. "Was it that obvious that we were lost?" oh god, that smile. That smile always melts my heart, no matter how light hearted it was. And to my not surprise, Bella smiled slightly again too. But with more warmth this time. Hey he's mine.

"Yes, it was. But if you're looking for a hotel you might want to head back because the way that you're going you're going to end up in La Push." she said, indicating beyond the streets.

"La Push?" I asked. It sounded like something French to me.

"It's an Indian community." Bella said simply.

Then Bella made a show to look at her watch, and suddenly said that she was late to meet someone and had to go. After saying good-byes, and watching that monster car of hers leave, I turned back to Jesse, but his eyes were locked onto something deep in the forest. And his eyes... there were something wrong with his eyes that seemed to send chills down my spine.

"Jesse, what's wrong?" I asked worriedly, touching the fabric of his clothes lightly.

He shook his head, the strange look not leaving his eyes. "Nothing, must have been my imagination playing tricks on me."

"Than let's get back in the car, it looks like it's going to rain harder this time." as I turned around to go into the car, I almost walked into the guy right in front of me. Now you might wonder how I didn't notice this guy before, but the dead tend to appear out of nowhere more often times than not.

I stumbled backwards until Jesse's strong hands took a of my arm to steady me.

"Thanks," I muttered as I righted myself. I looked back to the ghost in front of me. He looked to be around his late twenties or so, he was wearing hiking clothes and boots, and had his long brown hair tied in the back. He was very handsome, oh, and he also had a distressed look about him.

"Please, I need your help," he said. The distressed look I saw on his face becoming more like fear.

I began to wonder what was making this guy fidget so much, but than, aren't they all? The dead I mean. This guy must have died recently, you can just tell by the way he was acting.

"Okay buddy," I said, placing my hands on my hips, a look of impatience. "What's wrong?"

"Susannah!" Jesse hissed.

"All right sorry, I just want to get out before I'm all wet." I was starting to get edgy too.

The guy in the hiking clothes didn't seem to care, but he looked scared... Real scared than before. What was wrong with him?

"I-I need your help." he said again. His hands clearly trembling. "They-they're out there, someone has to stop them!"

"Stop who?" Jesse asked, trying with all he can to calm the man, though without little success.

The guy placed his hands on Jesse's shoulders and gripped them so tightly that Jess actually hissed in pain, because ghost to us are made as much matter a normal living person to us, but to other people he's more than just a whisper of wind. But sometimes like this, and other worst cases, it can be painful. But by now, this guy was losing it.

"Stop them!" he said again, almost going hysterical.

"Stop who?" I asked this time. He was going to say something that I know neither me or Jesse were going to like.

"Them- the vampires."

Okay... what?

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:Okay, so how was it? Good, bad?

I know, it seems a little rushed, and it sort of is, but I couldn't figure out of a way to end it without it turning into ten pages without it meaning too.

But yeah. To me it seems like that all of them are a bit OOC, but I'm working on it! And if you see any mistakes, because I haven't read both series in a while, please tell me and I'll fix it as soon as I can. Anyway... REVIEW AWAY PEOPLE! )