You can totally skip this paragraph if you already know how to use fanfiction. Okay, I don't really know when this happens, but Bella is already a vampire and Bella/Edward/Rosalie/Emmett/Alice/Jasper are in high school again. I'm not a great writer, but I enjoy it and I've seen worse. Hope this makes sense. Enjoy! Oh yeah, and it doesn't start out very Twilight-y. And also if anyone doesn't know how to get to the next section/chapter what you do is when you're at this page look at the top right corner and then look down a little, and you will see which chapter number and the title. For example mine would say '1. Forest' because this is chapter 1 which I titled Forest. click on the little pull-down triangle thingy, and click on the next chapter you want to read, if this person has anymore they should show up. Lol. enjoy!
She has long, straight, dark brown hair. She is quite slender, fairly tall, and beautiful for a human, or whatever magnificent creature she is. But she does not know who she is. She feels this forest where she lies, is quite familiar, but she doesn't know why. She does know some things, but she doesn't know why she knows these things. It is almost as if you woke up one morning, and you suddenly knew everything about the art of lyrical dance, but can't recall seeing nor taking any classes. She does know who she is not. She is not Bella, for if she was, she would be with Edward Cullen, or she would be dreaming about being with Edward Cullen. She is not Alice, because well, she's not very pixie-like. She very well could be a dark-haired Rosealie. But, how does she know who these people are, when she doesn't even know herself?
She awakened, no that's not really the right word, for she wasn't asleep in the first place. She kind of…realized. Alright, she realized in a lush forest, sitting back against a moss covered tree, legs bent out in front of her. What's going on? She thought to herself. Why am I here? She asked. "Hello?" the forest echoed the first thing that she's said since she realized here. She scrambles to her feet, noticing that she is wearing a white mini-skirt, a white tank top, black leggings, and white strappy heels, on an eerily cold, overcast day.
She squints towards the trees to her left, and thinks she sees something pass by quickly. A car perhaps? She half-ran to the forest edge, being careful not to catch her heels on any roots, or stones. Another car zooms past, briefly blowing her hair back away from her face. She shivers as the breeze passes through. She sees a pale white figure across the street, a man. He's shirtless despite the cold, his outfit of only light blue jeans revealing a well muscled chest and body. But the man was so pale. Like really, really pale. But he was soo attractive. Dark black hair, and gorgeous black eyes, with a small, mysterious, golden rim around them. There were purple splotches encircling his eyes, probably from a lack of sleep, for other than that he looked truly perfect. He was looking away from her, looking towards another patch of green trees on the other side of the street. She stared at him for a moment, and thought. Perhaps he knows why I'm here. She searched the street, though there didn't seem to be many people here, and began to cross.
She paused mid-step, realizing she couldn't just flat out say to the man 'Hi I don't know who or where I am. Help me! You're hot. Marry me!' he would surely have her committed. She would have to get her story straight. She would have to get a story. Feeling like a total idiot, she side-stepped back behind one of the trees, and thought 'Maybe there's something I have that can tell me who I am' she said permitting herself another look at the pale, mysterious man. She realized her skirt had a pocket. That's a little strange. She reached into the pocket anyway, and pulled out a slip of folded paper. It was a typed letter, with purple tinted swirls in one corner, which read:
Hello. I see you've found my letter. You will open this after seeing Emmett from a distance, and noticing that he is strangely pale and quite attractive. He can help you through this, but please do not approach him now. It would be very dangerous. I do not wish to change your destiny, so I'm afraid cannot tell you what is going on. You must figure that out on your own. You will not be fully alone though. I am sorry it had to be you that I sent here, but you may be the only one able to fix what's been damaged. Ahh… at this point, you should be looking for a story. Well, here you go. This isn't who you are, or who you will find yourself to be, but it should work for now. Occasionally, you may recieve a letter from me, but I am not supposed to interfere much.
Name: Krystal Malone
Age: 19
Hometown: Quebec, Canada
Life Story: You're parents died in a car wreck 2 years ago, and you've been on your own since. Never been in jail, never caught speeding. You just came back from a late New Year's party, but aren't wasted like your other friends, for you have never truly enjoyed the taste of alcohol. You moved to Forks, Washington only a year ago.
Unless something changes, you shouldn't need to know much about your childhood, and I would not like to make you memorize more than you must, so farewell.
-Me
P.S. You must know who you are in a book.
She ignored the last line, not truly sure of what it meant. "Alright." She said. "Krystal Malone…" she gasped audibly. Something flashed through her mind. It was an image of a room lit only with neon lights, a packed room of similarly-aged people dancing close together. Beer bottles fizzing open, a low techno beat, and "Happy New Year" printed on shirts, mugs, and sunglasses. She caught her breath, and realized the letter was no longer in her hand. She searched what she could see of the forest, and was searching her skirt, when she realized her 'pocket' had disappeared, and the letter truly was nowhere. But the image stayed sharp in her mind. She could visualize each swirl, and every stroke of every letter flawlessly.
She inhaled deeply, leaning back against the tree. "Oh God." She repeated out loud to herself. "Where the hell am I?" She glanced back at where the man had been and realized he had vanished as well. 'Krystal Malone' decided to walk alongside the road, in case another came by, so she could hopefully find someplace to sleep. It was nearly twilight now, but Krystal felt the urge to keep walking. 'Maybe I can find that man…Emmett' Wait. Emmett. The real Emmett??? Not just Kellan Lutz but the real Emmett? He was at least a thousand times hotter than the actor (though Kellan was pretty hot). She was in a book. She was in Twilight! She was in Stephanie Meyer's Twilight! But she didn't remember ever reading it. She must have some time in her past, or she wouldn't know this much would she? But if she had, why didn't she know everything about Twilight? She began talking to herself, still trying to figure out what was going on.
"Okay. I'm in a book. How the hell did I get here, and how the hell do I get out? I don't know. Letter person!" She called out towards the forest, feeling like a total idiot. "Oh letter person! What am I supposed to do now? Letter person! Ugh. God." She continued walking beside the road, trying to find somewhere or someone. The road forked off in two directions, and Krystal chose the one facing west. She heard something in the forest to her right.
"Hello?" Krystal asked. "Is anyone there?" Silence. She walked towards a rustling sound, wondering what had made the noise. "Emmett?" she heard a snarl from deep in the forest. "Where are you, Emmett? I know it's you. I can…I can…" she could smell it. She could smell him. Faintly, but it was definitely him. He came up behind her inhaling deeply-grasping her shoulders. He growled loudly. Fear momentarily ran through her body. She did know some things about the Cullens, but she didn't know how dangerous they could be. She turned to face him, breaking his grasp easily. "Emmett, you can help me. I need you to help me." He stroked her cheek, confusion crossing his face briefly. His expression changed to shock, pain. He cringed away from her. "What's wrong?" She felt as if she could trust this Emmett, even if she'd never met him. Emmett didn't speak a word.
He began shakily walking away from her. It looked like he was forcing himself to do so. Krystal was confused, but she stayed in place. "Emmett?" she called one last time. His head snapped up, fury filling his dark eyes. He lunged at her, tearing the skin on her left arm. "What are you doing?" Emmett growled back. He locked her cut arm in his iron grasp, and wrapped his other arm around her waist, and began to drink her blood. She began crying, for Emmett's nails would occasionally tear another section in her arm or waist. "Emmett, Emmett!" she called. She was beginning to feel quite dizzy, about ready to pass out. "Emmett, stop! What are you doing?" He tore his mouth from her arm, accidentally tearing another slice of skin. He stared at the blood, and then gazed into Krystal's eyes. He began to speak.
"What am I doing?" he said in a raspy, yet somehow attractive voice. "Carlisle!" he exclaimed. "I need to get you to Carlisle." He inhaled deeply, a look of pleasure crossing his face. His expression changed back to pain. "I…need…to get…away!" he cried. He darted off in the opposite direction. Krystal fell gently against a tree, and slid to the forest floor, staining the tree trunk. The blood flowed more naturally than it should, staining the fallen leaves as well. She gradually slipped away, into an awkward stage between consciousness, and sleep. She had another flash of information. Her eyes widened, though she wasn't seeing the forest. She saw the section of the letter about not approaching Emmett now, which kept weaving in and out of her other visions-visions of pages and pages of words, taking in everything at once. Information about the Cullens, Bella claiming they were vampires, all of it typed on a page. And then, a dark picture of two pale hands holding an bright red apple, with "Welcome To: Twilight " printed across the top. This last image stayed in her mind for who knows how long, when finally she snapped out of it.
