This is only my second fan fiction. I have another called Eternal Moon that I'm still currently working on, but this one came to me while I was reading a version of Edward's Twilight. I haven't exactly planned it all out yet but I'm pretty sure I know what's going to happen, or at least in this chapter.

After much debate, mentally, I have decided to name this story Atra Luna. It is Latin for Black Moon. I don't know exactly why I chose this particular title but it is now 1:45 am and I'm getting too tired to think so I'm going to stick with it. It sounds cool, and I like it. As for chapter 2, I will probably get around to it tomorrow morning or night, but don't count on anything.

For those of you waiting on an update on Eternal Moon, IT IS COMING!!! I know, I've been taking an extremely long time updating, and I'm truly sorry, but I've been having horrible writer's block on that story lately. Since the last time I've updated that, I have had four more story ideas, none of which were for that story, but I AM working on it, I promise. Just be a little more patient.

Disclaimer: I own only my silky pajama pants, my computer, my pets, and my Twilight shirt and jacket. Not the story....All of that belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I do, however, own my Oc's but if Stephenie were to ask for them, I would hand them over in a heart beat. 3

Another new school, great. Just what everyone wants to do on their seventeenth birthday. I groaned inwardly to myself as I shoved a stack of unused binders and notebooks into my worn backpack. I had loved my old town of Covington, Louisiana, and had spent the last three days convincing myself not to go back. That was where they were. My family.

"Bree you have to leave," Lilith had told me, sadness filling her features. She pulled me into a bear tight hug and slipped a plane ticket into the back pocket of my jeans. I couldn't hold the tears back anymore and they streamed down my face.

"Why Lilith?! I know you won't hurt me! Please!" I begged, staying on my feet only with Lilith's support. She cradled me against her chest as dry sobs shook her frame. She couldn't cry, I knew that. I had found out the reason for it over two years ago.

Ever since my mother died, for my father was never discovered, I had lived on my own. No one knew I lived on my own except for the Mitchell's. I knew they were dangerous, that I was risking my life by being with them, but I didn't care.

Lilith and Ryan Mitchell had cared for me for the past two and a half years. For half a year, I lived on my own until the child adoption agency had heard of it and put me up for adoption, where the Mitchell's found me and took me in, and since then, I've been living with vampires.

Lilith had been born somewhere between the year 1678 and 1680. She hadn't really kept track of time back then but she was changed around her eighteenth birthday. Around 1812, she found Ryan, her mate, who had been changed in the early 1730's. Neither could remember much of his or her human life before they had changed or who had changed them but Lilith had said as long as she was with Ryan she didn't care what had happened.

I envied their life. I wanted to be just like them in every way. They said that never feeding from a human was the hardest urge to resist but I felt certain I could do it if they'd just give me a chance. They both valued my humanity too much. I thought back to the day when I had almost lost it, my humanity, and cringed. It had not been a pleasant time for any of us.

I had begged for months for them to change me, with nothing but excuse after excuse from them. Just when they had thought I had given up, I tried once more, with a vengeance. I still remembered the cool blade as I held it to my wrist. I was almost positive it would work. Lilith and Ryan were talking too quickly for me to hear in the other room and I had been pretending to read for the past half an hour.

I pressed the blade harder against my skin and felt a prick of blood and concentrated on breathing through my mouth. Blood had always had a repulsive smell to me, especially if it were my own. I knew they had smelled that by now and I quickly slashed across my wrist, grimacing and feeling the warm liquid rush down my arm.

I could see Ryan rush in, with Lilith close behind him, attempting to grab hold of his arm and restrain him. His eyes were pitch black and he had a horrifying expression on his face. A huge wave of guilt crashed over me then, staring at him. What had I done? I'd ruined everything.

I had been certain that Lilith would be mad, but I could have never even imagined her to send me away. She had said it was for my own good, that something was bound to happen eventually, but I knew it was my fault. If I had never tried anything I could still be at home. I sighed.

I snapped back to reality as I felt the plane bounce on the landing pad. Tears were threatening to overflow and I wiped them away quickly with the sleeve of my jacket. I was going to live with a new adoptive family now. A man named Charlie and his, also seventeen year old, daughter, Bella.

Bella had just arrived at Charlie's today from Phoenix, Arizona. Her mother, Renee, had remarried and she decided to give them some space. So, she went off to spend some quality time with her dad.

I stepped out of the terminal and saw Charlie and Bella waiting for me in a small, beat up, police cruiser. Lilith said that she would drive my car, an SA15 Saleen Supercharged Mustang S281, which she had bought me for my birthday, down and give it to me. It was an extremely nice car, probably very expensive, knowing the gifts she usually gave me on holidays. It had a sleek, black exterior with smooth, black seat covers, great for speeding down back roads undetected which I had acquired from their habits.

I walked slowly and cautiously towards the cruiser, slipping lithely into the back seat. I guess I had inherited that from them too. I chuckled quietly to myself and leaned my face against the window, happily drifting into silence.

Of course, that silence couldn't last. "So, Bree..."he began, unsure of how to address me.

"It's Brianna," I corrected glumly. I couldn't stand to hear that name again. It was just another painful reminder of a past I was trying to forget.

"Brianna, then," he corrected himself, "how are you liking Forks so far?" I looked around me. It was almost identical to Covington. My heart felt like it was constricting in on itself just being here without them.

"It's fine," I lied through my teeth. I could tell that Bella saw that I was lying, she probably felt the same, but she kept it to herself. I hugged my knees to my chest and stared blankly at the back of my new father's seat.

I found a good car for you, Bella, really cheap," Charlie announced to the girl next to him with the heart shape face and smooth, long brown hair who was to be known as Bella.

"What kind of car?" she sounded suspicious of the way he said "good car for you as opposed to just "good car."

"Well, it's a truck actually, a Chevy."

"Where did you find it?" she asked skeptically, as if he had picked it up off of the side of the road. I had to admit, I would be a little skeptical too if I were in her position.

"Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?" Apparently La Push was the tiny Indian Reservation on the coast.

"He used to go fishing with us during the summer," Charlie prompted.

It looked as if she had been trying to block those times from memory. She nodded blankly nonetheless.

"He's in a wheelchair now," Charlie continued during her silence, "so he can't drive anymore, and he offered to sell me his truck cheap."

"What year is it?" The barrage of questions continued. He seemed hesitant to answer.

"Well, Billy's done a lot of work on the engine-it's only a few years old, really." It was old.

I could tell that she was obstinate. She obviously wasn't going to back down anytime soon. I smiled slightly as she reminded me of myself. "When did he buy it?" she continued.

"He bought it in 1984, I think"

"Did he buy it new?" Still going...

"Well no. I think it was new in the early sixties-or late fifties at the earliest," he admitted rather sheepishly.

I decided to block out the rest of the conversation and pulled out the Ipod Ryan had contributed to my latest birthday and eventually we made it to Charlie's. He lived in a small, two-bedroom house that looked as if he had lived in it for well over a decade. Parked on the street corner, was a rather old, rusted truck, painted a faded red color, with big, rounded fenders and a bulbous cab. It looked like one of those solid iron trucks that could bulldoze a foreign car and escape unscathed.

Bella immediately headed to inspect her new truck, which apparently, Charlie had already bought for her. He apologized for not getting me anything and I quickly reassured him that I didn't want anything, repeatedly. I grabbed the few bags I had and decided to take Bella's bag as well, just to be nice. We would be sharing a room so it would lessen all of our trouble if we could at least get along.

While surveying the house, I realized that there was only one bathroom. One bathroom and three people. I mentally calculated my chances of actually getting to use said bathroom and decided I'd wake up an hour earlier.

Unlike most teenager, I was great with time. It was like I had a mental alarm clock in my head. I had never once had to use an alarm clock since I was five and began going to school. My birth parents had always thought it odd, but Lilith had thought it might be my human powers emerging.

I settled back on a small air mattress in the middle of the room, which I proceeded to nudge into the corner and closed my eyes, letting tranquility wash over me while Bella grabbed her bag of toiletries and headed into the shower. I didn't want to imagine what we would have to go through tomorrow, enduring hell as "the new kids". At least I looked slightly as I should for someone who just moved from the rainy, sunless region of Covington, with ghost white skin and long black hair. My eyes were a bright green that usually darkened or lightened comparative with my current mood. Bella, on the other hand, had just moved from sunny Arizona and her skin was barely darker than my own. Her flowing brown hair reached to the middle of her back and was in correlation with the chocolate orbs that were her eyes. She really was beautiful for a human girl, but it was obvious that she didn't see herself that way.

I sighed heavily and sank back into my pillows. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.