Okay, people, this is it. You do need to much back-story of my original universe, but all my stories coexists and will relate to each other and overlap. So if you want to truly understand, I reccommend reading NLLP on my page. =]

Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight, but I do own a copy of the DVD and some rocks and sand my friend got me from when she visited La Push, and I own those.

Prologue.

There was nothing like the feeling of him holding me, his panted breath on my neck like the wintery wind, the crimson and gold were warring in his eyes, showing me such an enchanted shade.

"You promised," I breathed inhaling his scent, my whole body tingling with anticipation and exhilaration.

"I know," he countered, his voice carried by just his breath and nothing more. He brushing his nose against mine and then across my chin and cheek, to swoop down and caress the skin of my neck, lingering there as he breathed me in sending me into such a disoriented state that I had to fight from fainting.

He kissed me slowly then, his lips pressing against my own, and my fingers went to his scalp as his hands flexed at the small of my back.

"I'm scared," He whispered, looking down into my eyes with so much love, so much admiration, and so much pure fear that I wondered if he knew who he was really looking at. "I don't want to hurt you,"

"You won't," I insisted,

He said nothing, though I knew he wanted to. I could tell by the way his hands trembled and how his face became pale. I pressed my lip to his exposed collar bone.

"Stay with me forever," I pleaded and demanded, craning my face up higher, the spinning in my head stronger, and my love for him more obsolete.

"Forever," He agreed, murmuring into the skin on my neck.

I drove my Dad Billy to his friend Charlie's place through the rain that made it hard to see out my windshield. Lightning flashed in a blinding light that turned my vision ashen, and the following thunder sent shocks that radiated to my core. My hands gripped the steering wheel as I watched blurry red spots that were distorted as they filtered through. Like two crimson eyes purposely there to aggravate me as I waited at a stop light with no one around other than me. I really detested Forks and their public roads; especially their public roads.

Charlie was the man who found me on the front porch of the police station when I was a baby and one of my parents left me there after I was born without any information. Charlie kept me for a week, not wanting to put me up for adoption when Billy offered to take me. I later found that this was a truce between them after Charlie married Sue and so I guess my dad also had the hots for her too and they had a falling out because of it. I was the big Band-Aid on that problem.

"We're only going to watch the game, I promise. Then we can go straight home,"

I was so lost in thought that I jumped in my seat when he broke the silence. The light turned green and I punched the gas of my old car making it set off with as much verve as I had to get away from that evil light.

I smiled him and rolled my eyes. "Dad, seriously, it's okay."

He went to reply as he opened his mouth once or twice, but I stopped him before he went into his rants.

"Daddy, did Uncle Charlie call you or what?"

He tried to see where I was going with this. "Uh, um…yeah?"

I nodded with supremacy. "And didn't he say that he got a new plasma screen?"

"Yes," He dragged, wary with my point.

"And the big game's on!" I insisted with vigor. "Why would you even make a big deal about this, I like hanging out over there. I'd be ignoring you anyway because I have so much homework to do."

He rolled his brown eyes and sighed. "Honey, its summer, why would you have homework?"

"Summer assignments, technically, I just have to do an essay, no biggie I just procrastinated." It was actually huge and I tried to work on it all summer but couldn't even begin.

I peeked at him sideways. His lips were pursed.

"I really don't mind, dad. I want to go." I insisted, hitting the signal and the sound of the blinker giving finality to my statement.

He relaxed a bit, but he still had that horrible look that he had wronged me somehow.

I never understood why, though. I did understand why my dad would leave the Reservation that he grew up on, his father's grew up on, and the place where he raised his children before me to make me move away from my most favorite place on earth. But when I'd ask, he'd evade my questions and musings.

His answers never sated my thirst to know why, but I just shut up and accepted it with the attitude I had when my math teachers insisted I would need to know how to multiply fractions with variables on a daily bases. Sure. Okay.

When I arrived in the drive way, Charlie bounded out of the house before I could shut off the ignition to help my Dad out of the car.

"Hey Allison," Charlie greeted me, cuffing my cheek and pushing my dad up to the house where we rushed to get out of the rain.

Inside the house I hung up my rain coat and the scent of something baking wafted towards me from Charlie's kitchen where Sue was setting a place for me to do my homework on the kitchen table. I rolled my eyes at her, how great she knew me was baffling sometimes. But sometimes not really, because I guess that it would seem pretty routine that whenever I visited I'd spend my time with my nose in a book.

I put my overly stuffed backpack on the ground and sat down on the chair that was neatly tucked under the table. There was uproar of laughter from the living room and Sue and I smirked at the same time.

"Are you still working on that summer assignment?" She asked me, setting down a glass of milk and a plate of oatmeal cookies.

I nodded and stuffed one of them in my mouth. "Yeah, I finished it last week but I'm going to revise to make sure I did it right."

She chuckled, knowing I was drowning, kissed me then grabbed her purse before she headed out. "You help yourself to anything you want, and keep your eye on them two."

I smiled, nodded, and watched her make her way out the kitchen door.

-

I always went to the wonderful school establishment Forks had to offer. My Dad insisted on it since he argued that there wasn't a better school in the tri state area, though we could all disagree, but it was this year when he decided that it was time I went to the Quileute Tribal School.

I dreaded it.

I don't know what the reason for the sudden change was, but I did it anyway just because it made my Dad happy.

It wasn't like I was missing any friends or anything.

I went there until I had to go to middle school. I used to play with all the kids whose parents were friends with Billy all the time. Madeline Uley was my best friend; I still have pictures in a box under my bed of when Collin Locklear would take us to the beach and I still have the turkeys we made with our hands and paint on pieces of construction paper for thanksgiving in our first grade class.

I haven't said so much as a dozen words to her since we left the Reservation six years ago.

All the kids there at the school were from the rez and knew each other from the rez. I wasn't. I was white. Not even a regular white girl with maybe some sort of evolutionary pigment in her skin.

And I was blonde. Not the strands of pure gold your read about in books or see on TV, a pale blonde with green or blue eyes, depended on who you asked, with no friends and spent her time reading or doing other equally boring stuff.

I had acquaintances. No one bothered or ridiculed me in school, some people even reached out to me but I always barred them off because I felt like a fraud to be friends with someone I felt like I couldn't, that there was something about me that was different then everyone else. I wasn't a geek, a nerd, or even an outcast band-geek-nerd. I was just me. I didn't get straight A's or go to dances. I didn't like sports or participating in gossip. I joined no clubs. I never participated in class unless absolutely necessary.

My dad worried about me when I hit middle school. He even tried to put me together with other kids of Charlie's friends to try and hit it off. The only time I ever got along with my own species of human was when I'd hang out with Jacob, and some of his friend's kids out in La Push.

I tried though. For my dad, I tried. But it didn't work; something about me just didn't run on the same page as with everyone else. And I accepted that at the age of eleven when I would see the girls who would make fun of other girls, and I'd go to the bathrooms and cry for them.

The earliest memories I had been of Rachel's face laughing down at me as I lay in the grass of our old house, it was a sunny day I remember, and I was doing something that made her laugh with her head thrown back and her glossy hair that shimmered in the sun. And since Paul was always there, he had been working on a car with Jacob, watching us with a bemused expression, not understand what was so funny.

I also remember Sue and Emily, who were there in the early beginning, especially Emily, but it was Sue and Rachel were all I got to see anymore. In the beginning, when I was alive, it was like I belonged to ten other people. For awhile, anyway.

My dad worried. After we left La Push I felt like something in me was left there too. Sure, Jacob would visit when he could with his wife. But before I could enter my first year of middle school he lands a big job in Europe with Renesmee's family and I only see him once in a while when he can pull himself away. And it killed me.

I know I'm ridiculous. I know that he isn't my real brother, even if he feels real in the ways that matter to me, he has his own life so I try not to be so hurt about it. But when he calls, it's like he wishes he could be here too and it makes me wonder why he can't? Why can't he just come home like he says that he wants to and help me get back some of my feeling? Why didn't he?

I gave up on trying reconciling with the family I formally had in La Push, but did I have to lose Jacob too?

Sue still has the green blanket Charlie found me in that one autumn morning, she keeps it in a box in the garage with other baby paraphernalia of mine and of her other kid's Seth and Leah. No one left a note when I lay sleeping on the welcome mat of the Forks Police station. Charlie took me home, but he and Sue didn't know what to do with me because they didn't want me to go to an orphanage, so Billy came up one day with Paul and they took me home.

I don't feel sad that I was given away by people who didn't want me. I never wondered why, either. Even though I knew that they could possibly live in this town, I didn't lose a night's sleep over it because in the early days when stuff like that was supposed to bother me, I had people in my life that obtained that kind of emotion I should have had. If that never happened, I would have never met my dad or Jacob or Rachel or even Paul. They in truth were the only people I was really close to since it felt like everyone else came and went on a whim. Even Jacob, basically my brother, was as fleeting as static. Sure, he called every other day but it didn't feel the same. He tried to make it up to me by taking me on extravagant trips with his wife and her family but when I was older it seemed that he was getting farther and farther away from me so he'd buy me things. Things like thousand dollar laptops and concert tickets that have been sold out four months prior. I haven't seen Jacob in years.

The rest of my dad's "Extended Family" as I called them mentally, who resided in my little paradise of La Push were mostly like Jacob. When I'd go to bonfires and stuff it was always the same. They'd all hug and kiss me earnestly, try to include me as much as they could like the kids in school and I'd be happy, but it wasn't the same. Eventually I'd go home and things would become distant. Apparently, everyone was really close before I came here. Dad never said it aloud or meant it badly in anyway, but he didn't have to. I wasn't stupid.

-

My dad on the ride home was a lot chattier than he was on the ride over.

"Are you excited for school?"

I nodded.

"Are you still hungry?"

I shook my head and turned down our street.

There was a pause before he started again. There really was no real way of getting this guy down.

"Did you get all of your supplies?"

I answered him truthfully, knowing he wouldn't let it go. "Nah. I'm planning on picking up some more stuff for my advanced classes. And some more printer ink..."

He nodded his head thoughtfully, and then said like he just realized this bit of information. "Do you remember Avery and Embry Call, and their kids?"

I nodded bitterly. How could anyone with ovaries forget Avery Call and her equally gorgeous daughter Iris?

He shifted in his seat. "Well, they spent the summer in Europe and met Jake up there. They're stopping by to drop off some gifts from Jake and Nessie."

I let my face become hard and passive like plaster as to not give anything away when he mentioned Jacob. "Okay, cool. I'll be home before five. Is that okay?"

He nodded earnestly. "Sure sure, plenty of time."

Eventually we made it home. The house we moved into was in a small community filled with picket fences, golden retrievers, families with minivans and organic foods. I hated it with so much passion, it could be called murderous.

My room was a comfortable chaos. There were things everywhere. I had a book shelf that was filled with books and paintings of things taken by Ansel Adams and other brilliant photographers. My walls were painted a cheery purple, and my curtains were lace. The floor was covered with books and clothes and other knick knacks like shoes and headbands. My room wasn't filthy, just unorganized.

There was a plasma TV that Jacob bought me, but I never watched the TV there because it just reminded me of him, and reminded me how much I really missed him. So instead I'd sit on the couch downstairs with my dad and let me try to teach me about sports, and why the Teams Charlie liked so much had no talent at all.

-

The next morning, I had the intense feeling of someone watching me. I continued to sleep though, thinking that I was crazy, and too tired anyway to open my eyes anyway and check if there was a serial killer in my room. But it was worse. Oh, so, so, much worse.

"Isssh she dwed David?"

"Shut up, Harper!"

"Shhh!"

There was a pause. "Well, she looks pretty dead to me…"

I opened my eyes to find three pairs of wide eyes peeking up at me from the edge of my mattress.

I screamed.

They scrambled like roaches did when the light came on. I sat up in bed clutching my chest and trying to calm my racing heart.

Aiden – Jared and Kim's twelve year old son, David and Harper– Quil and Claire's seven year old son and four year old daughter, were all staring at me from the other side of the room behind the rocker from my baby days.

I slid out of bed but before I could comfort them, Silas Call was at my bedroom door.

I instantly jumped back into bed since the "shorts" I wore took the term to a whole different meaning, and the top I was wearing wasn't exactly…company friendly. Especially if this company was a seventeen year old boy who was a whole lot of attractive.

He paused at my door way with wide eyes and I knew it was too late, that he saw me. His cerulean eyes shot dagger's towards the kids cowering in the corner.

"I told you guys not to come up here." He sighed and shot me an apologetic look. "Let's go, your parents are going to be here soon. And tell Allison you're sorry for freaking her out like something out of Children of the Corn."

They all crawled out of hiding, hurled 'I'm sorry's' at me and sprinted away.

"Sorry," he said more earnestly while I clutched my sheets with froggies on it to my chest like my room was just invaded but aliens, I must have looked real sexy. "They like to watch people sleep." He offered a smile, he blue eyes crinkling. "Um, my mom's got food downstairs."

"SILAS! GET THEM OFF ME!" I heard Iris's musical voice screech from downstairs. An annoyed look crossed his face before he left, and threw back at me with one last, "Nice frogs," and disappeared. The second he was gone I rushed to my door, shut it, and locked it.