Twin Equinox

[Set after Eclipse]

Addison returns to Forks after years of studying in Europe. Turns out, she's not as human as she wants everyone to believe. Though she tries to hide it, fix her relationship with her sister, and move forward in her own life, the truth cannot stay hidden for long. What will become of her? Will her sister forgive her for leaving so young? Will one werewolf get over his heartbreak and move on? Will a greater enemy find out about her? And will she have the strength to fight?


Chapter One - The Return


Europe was killer. It wasn't all I thought it'd be. Sure, it was educational and fun, but it was also dangerous. I found that out only too late. Now, I wasn't sure if I could return to my father. I promised that, once I finished studying abroad, I'd come back home to live there for a while before moving out again. I hadn't even seen my twin sister in years. I left to Europe when I was only fifteen, but with a sponsor. They said they liked my intelligence, and that I'd be one of the greatest young minds they had there.

But even I couldn't have anticipated what happened. I wasn't…me…anymore. I wish I was, but I could never be me again. I was a freak, an abomination, and a catastrophe. But my family didn't have to know that.

So here I was, at the Seattle airport, waiting for my dad to come pick me up. I'd lived with him for the majority of my life, but left to go live with Mom in Arizona when I was eight. Then, I came back to see Dad before I left for Europe. Mom and Dad were hesitant to let me go, but they decided my education was important.

I was actually very nervous about seeing my twin sister again after so long. I heard she was living with Dad, and that Mom remarried, but I wasn't sure. I hadn't heard from them in years, and vice versa, not to mention that I'm sure everyone either forgot me or didn't care.

I was practically dying of anxiety and doubt when I saw Dad through the small crowds in the airport. "Dad!" I exclaimed, reaching out to hug him. He grabbed my suitcase and smiled.

"Welcome back home, Addison," he greeted. Dad wasn't one for much words, but he cared a lot. He just wasn't one of those overly expressive fathers and we were both comfortable with silence. Or, at least, I used to be. I hadn't seen the man in years! How could I be expected to keep quiet?

"Dad, how's everything? Anything new? How's Izzy?" I asked excitedly. Izzy was my twin sister's nickname, just like mine was Addie.

Dad chuckled as we walked to his car. He placed the suitcases in the back. "Everything is…different," he replied. "Your sister's here, so you'll see her later. She has a boyfriend." He grumbled that last part, making me laugh as I remembered Dad's distaste for any young men who would want to sweep up his girls. That had all started when I was five, though.

"A boyfriend? Really?" I asked. "Lil' Izzy? Wow. I bet she's got herself a good one, then. She never really was all that for crushes or anything, so he must be in it for life."

"Yeah, yeah," Dad grumbled. I smiled.

The drive to Forks was a short one, seeing as how I was mesmerized by the flurry of green outside and calmed and content with the silence. I loved this town so much, even when I was little. That's why I stayed with Dad for a while when he and Mom divorced, and Mom took Izzy with her. Of course, she took me, too, but I went over to Dad's more than Izzy did. She never liked Forks, and neither did our mom. One visit to Forks, I decided I wanted to stay with Dad.

Mom let me, but when I was nine, I was forced to move to Arizona; Mom hadn't seen me in so long. And, though I felt bad about that and truly wanted to see her, I loved Forks so much that I couldn't bear to part with it. But I did. I needed to, seeing as how I was soon going to be off in Europe, gallivanting through the cities and studying.

Anyways, I was returning to Forks again. For how long, I wasn't sure. I just needed to spend time with Dad, and hopefully Izzy, too. She was a bit mad and hurt that I decided to go to Europe and leave so young, on top of having lived with Dad for a long time. I remember her last words to me.

*—

"Don't go!! Why are you leaving, sis? I'll miss you!" she had cried at the airport.

"I know, sis," I had replied. "I love ya, but I gotta do my own thing for now. I really wanna go to Europe…and it'll be good for me. Please? Can you be happy—for me?"

"But we're twins—two parts of a whole! We can't be without the other! And I've already been alone when you've been in Forks! Now we'll be even further apart!" She had wiped away a couple tears.

"Sis…I love you, I really do. But, there's some things I have to do. I understand if you're mad at me, but please let me live. I'll come back as soon as I can—promise. But I don't know when that will be."

"I'll be mad at you forever!" she had threatened, pouting. But I had to leave, so I couldn't argue any longer. I sighed as tears rolled down my face. I threw my arms around my sister in a big hug before turning around and leaving. I had whispered a goodbye, and a promise, in her ear before marching off to the plane, and I had no doubt that she'd live up to that promise.

*—

Remembering that, now, sent a pang of grief and pain throughout my entire body. I felt as if the edges of my heart were burning, slowly and painfully, prolonging the inevitable. I was nervous, scared, frightened, and worried about what Izzy would think of me to this day. I missed her so much.

I would've been back sooner were it not for my change. Izzy and I were identical twins since birth and we were meant to be identical twins always, but my change left me looking a bit different. The only thing people had differentiated us with was our hairstyle and clothing style. We were completely different people on the inside.

"Dad?" I asked as we pulled up to his house, the house where I'd spent many weeks at in my childhood. "What would Izzy think of me?"

We got out of the car and gathered the suitcases, lugging them inside. "Well," he said, "she'd be happy to have her sister back, but I don't know what else. She's been a bit unpredictable since she came to Forks."

I nodded, biting my lip slightly. It was a nervous habit my sister and I both shared. I ran upstairs to the guest room where I had stayed once upon a time to find that it had been converted into Izzy's bedroom now. It was the little things that had made me come to the conclusion that it was her room. A picture of her, now for example. We looked identical, aside from some changes I went through.

We looked almost nothing alike. Where she had brown, straight hair, I had—now—darker brown, almost black, hair with slightly lighter (though not noticeable to a human) highlights. She was slender and soft, but I was lean and strong, though feminine. She was pale, and my skin was porcelain—only slightly different, being that my skin was a bit more reddish or tan. Her eyes were a deep chocolate, and mine were, too. But after the change, I lost my beautiful eyes—or they changed, at least, into a different type. My eyes were gradients—light brown in the center that gradually changed into dark brown and black.

Yet we looked very similar. You wouldn't be able to tell the difference between us if you'd just met us, or if you were human. You wouldn't be able to differentiate us if you didn't know us well. We were still supposed to be identical twins, and just changing didn't make us look too different. But there was so much that made us look different, and we carried ourselves differently which changed how we were seen. We were everything and nothing alike, all at the same time.

I put down the photo slowly, looking around the room. I spied a scrapbook in the corner of the room, on a chair. I made my way over and picked it up gently, flipping it open. Inside were pictures of some high school friends on the first pages. The subtitles generally read something like this: 'Forks High; (Left to Right) Jessica Stanley, Mike Newton, Angela Weber, Ben Cheney, Eric Yorkie, Tyler Crowley.' They were all sitting at a lunch table, smiling at the camera. Izzy was nowhere in sight; probably taking the picture.

I smiled, glad that my sister made some friends. I flipped the page again, confused. Another group of people was here. They looked eerily familiar, though I've never seen them before.

Realization dawned on me. I gasped, and the scrapbook went hurdling towards the floor. Izzy was in the picture with them. She knew them, personally. She would be in a picture, no matter how much she hated being in them, for her closest and dearest friends. Surely enough, when I picked up the scrapbook, I saw no more pictures of those friends on the first page. Only them.

I replaced the scrapbook in the middle of the room. One other thing I found out, going through Izzy's room, was that she'd been living there for around two years. I had only heard she was staying here around two weeks ago.

I abandoned her room, heading downstairs to find Dad on the couch, watching some sports game on television. "Dad?" I asked. "Where am I going to be staying?"

"With your sister," he replied.

"Oh," I said. "Where is she?"

He scowled. "Off with her...fiancée…and his family," he grumbled.

My eyes widened. "What? Fiancée??" My heart jolted, as if I were being shot at. It felt as if with each syllable came a pang of sadness and pain. Izzy didn't care for me anymore, or she would've told me she was getting married. I guess she was serious when she told me she'd be mad at me forever.

Dad turned away from the TV and gave me a sad look. "She didn't tell you?" The silent question was there: She didn't invite you?

I shook my head. "So, I didn't know she was living here until two weeks ago, and I didn't know she was going to be married until five seconds ago," I said. My tone became laced with sarcasm and hurt. "That's nice."

"Oh, I'm sure she meant to send one," Dad tried to console. It didn't work.

I shook my head. "No," I said firmly before changing the subject. "I'm going to go out to see Forks. It's been forever."

"Sure," he replied. "Do me a favor."

"What is it?"

"Go see Billy."

"Billy? In…La Push?" I tried to remember. Ah…Billy, with his three kids, Rachel, Rebecca, and Jacob. Izzy always hung out with Rachel and Rebecca, since they weren't too much older. I usually hung out with Jacob, at least until I was around seven. By then, Izzy, Rachel, and Rebecca had made me join them. But I was never too into all that girly dress up and gossip and crayon-sessions.

"Yeah. He'll be glad to see you again."

"I'll try, Dad. Is there any car I can take?"

"Uh…You could take the cruiser…"

"Um, no thanks, Dad," I said. "Does Izzy have a car?"

"Well, yeah…"

"So I'll take that one, okay?"

"Sure."

I left the house after grabbing the keys off the kitchen counter, only now noticing the three cars in the driveway. First, the police cruiser. Second, the red Chevy truck. And lastly, the silver Volvo that just parked. In it was no other than my sister, and the male I saw in her scrapbook. I hid behind the doorway until they got out of the car, though I was sure that he knew I was there.

When she was outside and walking to the house, I bounded up to her. "Hey, Izzy," I said, feigning cheer.

Her eyes widened, as did the male's, though for different reasons, I'm sure. "S-Sonny?!"


Hey! This is a collaboration account between HunnyABee and Frocked. First chapter by HunnyABee. Most of the story will be by HunnyABee because it has to have a lot in Addison's point of view. Some will be in others' points of views, as written by Frocked.