Author's Note: So, it's been eating away at me for a long time to do, so I guess I'm going to do it—here it is, my first Twilight fanfic. It's going to be awesome and hardly about Stephanie Meyer's main characters at all! Alright! If you don't like the plot I've decided to take, don't read it, I like to expand. Let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyers' owns all complete rights to Twilight, I'm simply expanding on her ideas and 'unleashing the imagination'. All characters are borrowed except for those I insert and all characters are sole owned by Stephanie Meyers

Book One; Before the move to Forks, Washington

Chapter 1: Enter Grace

Grace Ella Swan trudged down the tarmac of her 551 flight from Italy to Phoenix Airport in Arizona. The fourteen hour flight had definitely brought a new meaning to the term 'jet-lag'. Grace was literally dragging her feet over the thinly carpeted surface; old couples were passing her. She hoisted her heavy carry on over her shoulder and finally emerged through the other side.

The first thing she realized was the heat. Phoenix heat was definitely a contrast to the heat she had experienced from her three month stay in Italy. It wasn't hot in Italy, it was warm and inviting- the nights were long and the days were bright and beautiful, the perfect setting for a classically trained ballet dancer. And yet, things hadn't panned out exactly as she planned. So here she was, back two months early, without a thing to put on her dancing repertoire. Grace sighed at the thought, three months wasted, and for what? She shook her blonde hair out of her face; she definitely needed a haircut and soon. The rampant, loose curls twisted at the bottoms making looking serious a hazard.

Grace took a deep breath and emerged down the escalators to baggage claim where she instantly saw her beaming mother and upturned smile of her clumsy sister. She waved half heartedly and pulled her twin sister into a one armed hug the moment she jumped over the bottom stair. The Swan sisters couldn't have looked any more different. Though they stood about the same height, at about five foot six, Grace contrasted her darker featured sister with her vibrantly bright blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. Grace, true to her name, was a classically trained ballet dancer and moved with uncanny grace and poise, while her twin Bella tended to trip over thin air. Their mother,Renee, at least got one thing right.

Grace breathed in the familiar and comforting scent of her sister; the trip alone was enough to try her patience, however her entire trip to Italy was an overwhelming and eye opening adventure in itself. Grace held her sister a little longer than was necessary and then allowed her vivacious mother to pull her into a tight hug that nearly cut off her remaining air supply with a squeal.

"Hey, mom," Grace exhaled in her mother's ear as she babbled incoherent squeals of delight at her first born daughter.

"You really should never leave for that long ever again, do you hear me? It's far too long! I have no idea what I was thinking sending you off to a foreign country all by yourself. Well, I guess it's that free spirit in you, just like me. Can't be tamed I suppose. Oh, I'm so glad you're home! Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

"Um, all of the above?" Grace shrugged slovenly. Renee nodded quickly and continued to babble as she pulled Grace over the shoulders to the baggage claim, while Bella toddled along at her side and bumped her hip to Grace's as she walked. Grace threw her a sideways smile, the sadness and relief to be home just mildly etched in her eyes. Bella, always the perceptive one narrowed her eyes, as if to communicate in some wicked twin way but Grace just lightly shook her head and focused her attention on baggage claim where she patiently awaited her things.

Grace was unpacking her things in her shared room with Bella: just shirt, pants, sandal, shirts, socks, sweatshirt and then leotard, shirt, tights. She quickly rubbed her eyes, trying to force the ever recurring images that kept playing around in her head.

Thankfully, Bella walked in at that moment and sat directly on her sisters bed, sorting piles to wash and keenly looking in any direction but at Grace. After a few moments of silence between them, Grace threw down her fourth leotard discovered from her bag and looked at Bella.

"What?" she projected. Bella looked up with surprise, never the lying type, and Grace knew she had been imagining things again.

"Um, how was your trip?" Bella quietly prodded. Grace sighed, running her fingers over her leotard and then continued unpacking.

"Fine," Grace sighed throwing a pair of socks lightly into the laundry basket. Bella picked up a similar pair and tried chucking them at the same laundry basket not a foot away from her and watched sullenly as they glanced off the side. She bent down to recover them and placed them directly in the basket before she continued.

"Mom has news," Bella looked up and watched her sister, waiting for her to take the bait. Grace was mumbling something under her breath before she looked up. Bella had thought her sister looked different coming off the escalator. Since she arrived home, her demeanor was also a cause for worry, but maybe it was just jet lag.

"News? Mom always has news. What is she going for her pilates instructor license again or something?" Grace finally emptied her first bag and moved onto the next.

"No, it's not that. Phil, he made it to the minors and mom wants to travel with him," Bella looked at the newly opened suitcase filled with foreign clothing and jumbled picture frames and point shoes. Grace slowed and looked up.

"And the big finish, Bells?" Grace closed her eyes, bracing herself for her mother's great new plan for the two of them. Bella was always the one to look after Renee whenever her hairbrained schemes went wrong, and Grace was always there to protect Bella from any backlash or anything else that came her way.

"We're moving. To Forks. To stay…with Dad," Bella tentatively looked up at her sister and was surprised to find her laughing. Bella raised an eyebrow at her sister, seriously questioning the jet lag theory she had going.

"What?" Bella questioned her sister. Grace sighed and sat down, catching her breath.

"Why in the hell am I unpacking then? Save me a whole lot of time here," Grace smiled at her sister, the first genuine one she could deliver amidst all the haze of memories and new information she had received. She felt like she had aged fifty years in that short three month period, and being back with Bella would make her right again.

"You okay?" Bella smiled lightly and gently touched her sister's arm. Grace looked at Bella's hand for a minute and contemplated that statement. Was she okay? She couldn't really decide if 'okay' was something that could be applied to her now.

"Yeah, or at least I will be," Grace smiled and started laughing again. Soon everything would be back to normal, and she could forget all about Italy and all about him.

Charlie slammed the trunk shut on his police cruiser as both Grace and Bella stared up at the small white house that would become their new home for the next, however many years. That was the nice thing about Renee; unpredictability. Grace shrugged and smiled to Bella, she was going to take this as a chance to start new and not be completely glum as her surroundings. Bella glanced up at the sky before Grace bumped her shoulder as she passed.

"This way girls. Billy Black, you remember him don't you? He helped me renovate the house a little a couple of years ago and add on an extra room on the upstairs floor, so you each have your own room. I know that has to important to teenage girls or something," Charlie shrugged and held the door open for the girls. Grace hopped gently over the up heaved door frame while Bella, distracted by the quiet, bright green surroundings meaningfully tripped over the bit of wood protruding from the doorframe and stumbled into the back of her sister. Grace, used to this sort of pushing from her sister merely braced herself.

"Jeez, Bells," Grace mumbled as she quickly made her way up the stairs. She glanced into the first room on her right and then moseyed to the second door, which she assumed was the renovated room, due to the updated and discolored wood. The door creaked open and Grace smiled. There was a large bed adjacent to a large French door window, which vaguely reminded her of her time spent in Italy. The walls were a happy yellow color, much like the color of the old room Grace and Bella used to share as little kids next door. She dropped her bag by the hand crafted armoire and went to the window and pushed the frames open exultantly.

Bella came into her room just then as Grace was leaning over the side of the window staring down at the scene below. Charlie was conversing with two people in the driveway next to an old red pick up truck.

"Guess you picked your room," Bella glanced around nonchalantly.

"Who's that?" Grace questioned, looking quickly over her shoulder at her sister and then back to the scene below. Bella made her way over to the window where her sister stood, nicely tripping over the shoulder strap of Grace's luggage as she went and arrived at the window haphazardly untangling her foot. When she looked up she squinted at the two newcomers and shrugged. Charlie turned then and waved them down. Grace smiled and waved, always the up beat one and turned to walk downstairs.

"Stalkers?" Grace prodded.

"Serial killers," Bella nodded and followed her sister down the stairs.

They both uncannily shoved their hands in their pockets of their newly recovered jackets at the same time and smiled.

"You both remember Billy Black right? You two used to stay over at his house and play with Jake here and his older sister Rachel," Charlie explained. Grace's eyes widened as she nodded.

"Oh, yeah I remember, jeez Billy, you're looking good," Bella smiled and laughed gently. Grace sauntered over to Jake and looked into his face.

"Nope, definitely not the same as I remember. Much more burly and gangly, wouldn't you say Bells?" Grace smiled vibrantly and looked over her shoulder at her sister. "You're the same kid I made mud pies with in my underwear right?" Jacob Black seemed to turn at least three shades of red as Bella let out a small laugh and nudged a chuckling Billy.

"He's filled out a bit since those days, now you girls be nice. Jake was at least nice enough to rebuild this engine here for you and Billy was nice enough to let me buy it off him for next to nothing," Charlie's grin widened as the news sunk in.

"This is ours?" Grace all but shrieked. Jake winced as Billy broke into a full bit of laughter. Charlie just nodded as Grace turned to an ecstatic Bella and they hopped in the cab of the truck. Jake leaned in the window on Grace's side and finally had a moment to speak,

"So the clutch is a little touchy, but once you get the hang of it, its pretty easy," his russet brown skin seemed to illuminate his bright white grin.

"This is so great!"Bella smiled eagerly to her sister who nodded fervently. She was going to make the best of it, any given situation Grace was going to make the best of it and put forth serious effort to remain just as happy as she was right now. And then, the idea of a new school finally dawned on her and her resolve seemed zapped straight from her.

Bella and Grace both woke up far too early the next morning, meeting each other at the door of the one bathroom in the house, armed with robe, tooth brush and bath essentials. Grace hung her head and sighed as she held the door open for her sister who promptly ran into the bathroom and shut the door. Grace leaned up against the door frame and stuck her tooth brush in her mouth as she looked over the scribbled directions from last night's search engine to the school and thought it seemed simple enough. She glanced around the corner to look out the window of her bedroom into the foggy gray morning.

'To the best of it,' she thought just as drearily to herself.

Yes, they had most definitely woken up way too early this morning. They had easily circled the parking lot three times, while arguing on the best place to park, be it the front of the lot (Grace's reasoning was that it would be obvious that they had had enough time to get here and give off the vibe that they were too eager, while Bella thought it a logical and smart way to start the day, with a head start out of the parking lot at the end of the day to avoid dirbbling questions about they're 'big move'—because Charlie had undoubtedly told everyone within a twenty mile radius, or however far his police scanner reached out, that they had recently moved to Forks) or the middle lot where they weren't so conspicuous. They finally concluded on some place in the middle and hastened to memorize they're already crumpled schedules once more. Before they knew it, the parking lot was slowly filling and the Swan twins decided to pile out of their pick up and mix themselves as conspicuously amongst the throng of students as was humanly possible.

They didn't get far. Before they could even get to the double doors of Forks High School, they were approached by an eager student from the school newspaper, Eric apparently, who offered his services of basic servitude and guidance. Grace ran blocker for Bella and hastily engaged him in a conversation about the school lunch at Forks High and the French teacher that Grace was to encounter that first period. Bella, all but dissolving into the side walk kept her head down until lunch time practically. Another helpful friend, Mike Newton, had offered to steer Bella on the right course throughout the day and get her to the classes that didn't coincide with Grace's.

Grace seemed to be finding her way well enough and had evidently attracted a crowd by lunchtime. She didn't mean to, she was just always engaging and people found her obvious conversation something to marvel at. Grace edged her way in between her new found 'friend' Jessica and Angela as her twin slumped down across from her, a plate full of fruit before her. Grace gave her an apologetic glance and introduced her sister to both of the girls that sat on either side of her. Bella merely nodded, said a quite hello and dug into her cornucopia of fruit.

"So, how's your guys' first day?" Jessica prompted perkily. Grace nodded and grabbed an orange from her sister's plate and began to peel the tough skin from around it.

"Good, Mrs. Peters my French teacher, was surprisingly nice, like really nice. She was mildly impressed with my broken French I acquired recently and wants to bump me up a class," Grace shrugged and pulled the first slice of the freed citrus fruit and bit half.

"Oh my god, Mrs. Peter's was a total nightmare to me in ninth grade! Are you kidding me?" Jessica was animating quite a lot with her hands to talk about as light a topic as French class. Suddenly, the side door to the cafeteria opened and Bella seemed to have awakened as the next set of people gracefully walked through like magazine models,

"Who are they?" she all but breathed. Jessica glanced over her shoulder and grinned back, glad to gossip about something more interesting that academics,

"The Cullens, they moved here from Alaska a couple years back. That's Alice and Jasper, and then there's Emmett and Rosalie—I know, so gorgeous right? It's so not fair—and that's Edward Cullen, totally gorgeous," Jessica continued her rant about these new found Cullens. Grace was still happily slurping down her orange as Bella sat mesmerized by the last Cullen, Edward to have walked through the door. She was staring pretty aptly, because Grace, in her citric daze, widened her eyes at her sister, looked over her shoulder, sucked in a deep breath and then looked back to her sister.

This was a problem. The last piece of orange fell from her finger tips as she felt the cold, icy stare on over her shoulder. Her sister tilted her head to the side some to stare at the ever gazing Cullen boy and Grace shook her head infinitesimally at her sister to yield some sort of response. Nothing.

Definitely, a problem. Vampires, in Forks? Would this stop any time soon? Grace gave a shiver as her eyes widened some and she put her hand on the back of her chair to swivel around to look at the Cullens. They all but froze, but Grace knew it was merely their demeanor, but what worried Grace more was the unbroken stare of the one named Edward Cullen and her sister.

A problem.