Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight

Thanks for being so patient here it is :D

Intro

(Luna POV)

Why can't my life be normal?

What is normal? ...

Well whatever it is, I'm sure it's not having your four brothers' turn into monstrous wolves as big as a horse.

In addition, my having the ability to sparkle in the sun isn't normal is it?

I don't think my life has ever been "normal".

I was born into a family that consisted of many mythical creatures.

My mother was a werewolf, or rather a shape shifter that turned into a wolf.

My father was a Vampire and no, he wasn't a lawyer. Although it pained him and went against his nature, he didn't drink human blood. He survived on the blood of animals.

My four brothers take after my mother and all are werewolves, but they all look like my father did with their dark hair, green eyes and dimples.

I am the oddity in the family of oddities. I change shapes like my mother and siblings but I change into a vampire like my father was. I have red brown hair like my mother, dimples like my father and red-gold eyes unlike either.

We all lived in our little house just outside an Indian reservation in Washington State. My mother was part Quileute and wanted to stay near her people.

Everything was perfect I had two loving parents and four fun siblings that cared for me. What else could I want? That was … until the fire.

I was 7 and walking home from school with my brothers; my oldest brother, Tyson was babbling on about a girl he liked. Ashton and Logan were arguing about something unimportant. Chris wanted to race me home but there was no point, I always won.

We turned down our street and saw smoke rising from were our house should be. Ashton and Logan stopped fighting and we all ran towards the house. I was the first one there and soon regretted it.

As I sprinted down our drive, I saw the house. It was engulfed in flames as tall as the sequoias that surrounded it. I saw the firefighters trying to tame it but it was a lost cause.

Until the day I die, I will have the image of my parents lifeless bodies etched in my mind.

Everything went down hill from that. My parent's will said that we were to live with the nearest kin and NOT to be put into foster care under any circumstances.

So we moved in with my mother's sister and only living relative. We lived with her and her son Embry on the reservation until we were able to move out and live with Tyson in Alaska six years ago.

Everything was fine for a while until one night while Ashton and I were hunting, we came across something that belonged only in nightmares… it was a werewolf, a real one.

Our parents had told us about them when we were little but we never knew that we would have to fight one. We only learned how to kill vampires so we tried to tare it apart and burn the pieces.

Easier said then done. Ashton told me to run back but I wouldn't leave my brother. I stayed and tried to help.

We quickly learned that the monster was just as strong and fast as I was. We tried to corner the beast against a cliff face but it was smarter then that. As I was going in for the kill, it faked a jab at Ashton. That was all it took, I lost my concentration for one second and the beast was upon me.

The beast raked its claws down my arms and I let out a bloodcurdling scream. Ashton dragged it away from me by its hamstrings. I quickly jumped up ignoring the pain but it was too late.

The beast had sunk its razor sharp teeth into Ashton's neck. I, not knowing what I was doing, lunged at it and bit it like it did my brother. Its deafening howl was cut short as I beheaded the beast.

After I tore it apart and burned the pieces, I rushed to Ashton's side.

I checked his pulse and found He was alive but unconscious I took off my sweater and held it to his neck. My extra strength came in handy as I rushed him home.

The first full moon after that was the hardest but we pulled through, we always do.

Tell me what you think please.

Note: Next chapter is in a different POV, someone you all know. ;)

-Hannahbal the Cannibal