"Good Morning Forks Washington its 7.30 in the Am." Stupid alarm clock, I mentally grumbled flinging my arm out from under the duvet hearing a satisfying crunch of the alarm clock.

"Ops" came a chuckling voice from the doorway.

Damn it that little git got me again.

"Connor!!" I yelled sleep still thickening my tone. "You have precisely 3 seconds to disappear or so help me." I stopped then hearing the retreating footsteps of my new number one on my hit list.

I rolled out of bed and stumbled towards my shower and undressing quickly and letting the hot water slowly relax my muscles planning my revenge on the evil spawn.

Before we go any further I should probably tell my family and myself.

I'll start from the oldest of our little family unit, which would be me. My name is Bella (NOT Isabella), I'm 17 years old 5ft 8, I have chocolate brown wavy hair that reaches to my waist. I have brown eyes with flecks of gold visible. I'm extremely pale and a telekinetic (I can move things with my mind, please hold a questions until the end.) I also seem to be very persuasive I mean were all very good at lying (we have to be) but with people with weak minds I can convince them of anything.

Max is the second oldest at 16 years, he's 6ft 2 and has short spiky black hair with smoky grey eyes a pale complexion and can also manipulate fire, which comes in really handy when your sleeping out in the middle of a forest with no other way to cook your food, he's a very quiet person but when he speaks you know it either really important or extremely sarcastic.

Sasha's next at 14 years old coming in at the little height of 5ft 2 with light brown hair that wont lie flat. She has olive tone skin and piercing electric blue eyes, she talks a mile a minute (if you let her get started), can hack anything with a chip and can control metal.

Darnel is also 14 years old, he's 5ft 8 has honey blonde short hair, light blue eyes that almost look silver in moonlight (seriously its quite freaky) and can manipulate air. He also has a killer sense of humour and loves pranks as much as Connor.

The evil spawn, also know as Connor, is 10 years old and stands tall at 5ft 6, he's got blonde wild hair a pale complexion and hazel eyes. As well as being able to literally mimic any voice or sound to perfection he's also an expert forger of any document that can pass the highest scrutiny.

The youngest of our merry little band is Mixie, she's 8 years old cute as a button (a power which she frequently uses for her own means) 4ft 7, with black wavy hair shoulder length hair brown eyes flecked with green. She can also read minds, its not perfected (at the moment) she get impressions of people and can usually tell you who means harm and whose a potential risk as well as being able to catch glimpses of their thoughts although she can't control it yet but she has been getting better. It's like a learning curve that we all went through. I know she's scary for an 8 year old.

As you may have gathered by now were not your typical family, hell we not exactly normal ourselves.

As well as our individual 'gifts' we also share some attributes. Were all very strong, fast and can eat more than our own body weight in food and not gain a pound (I know all teens dream). We all have lean muscular bodies and our bones are nearly as strong as steel as well as fast healing rate and all our senses are enhanced. We have extraordinary memory and were very intelligent.

I know were special but believe me each one of us would have traded all this just to be normal and free.

For thirteen years I was locked up and experimented on along with my family, none of us know how we came to be there or why we were the way we were.

All we've ever has was each other and that's all we needed. We may not be related by blood but we look after each other and have done as our family grew. Max and me looked after the younger ones as they grew up and we tried to protect one another.

Until four years ago my family and I were held in small nearly bare rooms connected by thick plastic like substance that was made out of a special compound so that at times we could see each other and other times we couldn't. We tried to break it countless times but no matter what we did we couldn't even dent it. Other times they would even shove us in one small room, usually when they didn't want to deal with one of the others injuries.

We were guarded and transported from place to place by vampires who unfortunately stronger than us, when ever they moved us it was always with a black hood covering our faces, hands bound or manually restrained. Never were we aloud to see were they were taking us or who conducted the 'experiments' unless they wanted us to. (Unfortunately for them we can be sneaky) Point and fact they tried to controlled us completely.

We were lucky in one respect (if that's what you call it) the vampires never seemed tempted by our blood although James (their little troop commander as I like to call him) frequently told me I smelt extremely fragrant. (Creepy I know)

Once our specific 'gift' started to manifest themselves (at a very young age I might add) they had to sedate me for over a week before they could figure out to repress them but not before I propelled James into a couple walls. (Yes you would not believe how satisfying that felt)

It took us years to formulate a solid plan to get us all out and believe me there were failed attempts for which we were severely punished but we managed it finally and ever since then we've been hunted. It's been 3 months since they caught up to us last.

A fact that the younger members of my family have used to their advantage to con me into this new hell that every teen fears. High School.

For some unfathomable reason everyone except Max and myself want to go to school, I mean I can understand on some level that they want to do what normal kids their age do but I can't help but think how dangerous this is unfortunately we were out voted.

Over the next week we researched all our options and came up with a plan. We decided on Forks Washington a small little town out of the way and quiet with a primary school, middle school and high school combined so that we didn't have to be away from each other.

Thanks to Sasha's hacking abilities we procured some funds from less than respectable people (You know the Robin Hood deal but we were the poor), which gave us more than enough funds to get a large house comfortable house as well as covering living expenses and more than enough fun items for the kids, I mean come on they deserved it.

Connor made us ID's, social security numbers and all other documents we needed and paid a visit to the local Police chief who thankfully wasn't that strong minded and convinced him that we were foster children and the social services were conducting an experiment to see if two older children were able to look after younger children. Of course 'paperwork' was provided to that effect and the school informed by the social services aka Connor.

If you asked me it was a hell of a lot of work but you try saying no to four pleading eyes, plus our family was a democracy not a dictatorship. (Much to my disappointment)

So that brings us to our current situation.