Writer's Note: I do not own Twilight or anything in it. I don't really own my characters, as most of them are real people.

I sighed as I closed the book. One more down, only one more to go. Of course, I'd heard the last book was the worst. I hated that these books were so addicting. Mom knew that, and was constantly making fun of me for it, as she didn't think the "Twilight vampires" were "real vampires." Her logic was

vampire + sun = dead vampire. I stood up and started to walk towards the T.V. room when I hear my mom call, "Fay, you have mail!" I sighed again before walking into the kitchen and taking the white envelope from her.

I almost dropped it as I read what it said.

A while ago, my Twilight-obsessed (actually, Edward-obsessed would be more acurate,) friend Brandi had entered me in a sweepstakes. It was free, and she entered me because the winner could bring four friends. She'd entered everyone else that would let her, too.

I never won anything. If there were two names in a hat, mine wouldn't be drawn. I could win only if the game wasn't pure chance, but…

And here I was, holding a "You've won!" letter. Great. Not only would I have to go to cold, wet, Forks, Washington, I was going to have to go with a bunch of my chattering, Twilight freak friends.

"Honey, you ok?" Mom asked.

"No, I just won the sweepstakes. The Twilight sweepstakes."

Mom grinned and laughed. "Have fun!"

I was almost glad it was Monday. It was the first day of the last week of school, there was no way the trip to Forks would be scheduled during school, but I also had to tell Brandi I'd won. Yay.

That day at lunch, I sat down next to her and tapped her shoulder. "Brandi? You remember that Twilight sweepstakes you entered me in? Well, I kind of won…"

She squealed and hugged me. Brandi wasn't a small person, she had blond hair and had a little weight on her, but she was very excitable.

"I get to go too, don't I?" she asked in a high pitched voice. It was only high pitched if she was happy.

"Of course," I replied. "Who else wants to come?"

In the end, Brandi, Kelsey, Amy, and Audrey decided they'd come. I just had to wade through a week of bubbly happiness, then a week of Summer Break, and finally the week of the trip itself, and then I'd be home free.

I had managed to survive the two weeks and the airplane ride to Forks. I kept myself sane by talking to Amy, who wasn't nearly as obsessed as my other friends. When we arrived, we didn't go to a hotel. Forks was to small for that. We stayed at a rented house with everyone having their own room. Brandi, who'd brought the whole Twilight series with her, was sitting in the living room floor with them laid out and everyone else in a sort of semi-circle. It was dark outside, but that didn't stop them from chatting animatedly about Twilight and Edward. I heard Kelsey tell Brandi that "real men sparkle," and Audrey thoroughly agree. Amy sat off to the side looking bored.

"Do you feel that?" I asked her.

"Feel what? Annoyed at their obsession?" She jabbed her finger at the group.

"No, like we're being watched."

"You're just tired, don't worry about it."

I sighed. "You're probably right, but I need an excuse to get away from them. I'll be outside."

As I got up and walked to the door I thought I saw, very briefly, a face in the window. I shook it off and walked outside.

I almost yelled out, but managed to keep inside my head, "Get over it, Brandi! Edward's not real and he doesn't love you!"

I started pacing around the small yard, my mind wandering. I was glad no one could hear my thoughts, they would probably anger a couple of people inside.

After a minute or two of walking my tight circle, I began to feel dizzy. I sat down on the concrete step to think. The moon, which was almost full, beemed down on me.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" I heard a voice say.

"Who's there?!" was my immediate response as I leapt from my seat.

"I'll say only once more: who are you?"

"I-I'm Fay," I stuttered.

"What are you doing here?"

"I won a contest!"

I heard what sounded almost like a growl.

Then someone stepped out from the trees and into the moonlight. He glared at me, a hard expression on his face.

I fought the urge to scream. I did, my friends would come to see what had happened. By then, though, he could have killed me. I forced myself to meet his scorching gaze.

His eyes were as black as the night around me.