Author's Note:

Hello readers, this is my first time writing a fan-fiction, instead of just fantasizing about it in my head. Hope you like it. Concrit is always welcome, please don't be jerks….. ENJOY!

~BTW when dialogue is in italics it means that the main character is using sign language.

When Dialogue is underlined, it means that she's writing everything down instead of signing.

Prologue:

Pulling into a driveway shaded by the trees, I guided my truck in front of the gate to my brand new home. About eight acres of the 20 my mother had inherited had been cleared, and at the far side stood a large two story house. A sturdy wooden fence surrounded the clearing and bordered the driveway up to the house, where it stopped about 40 yards from the front door. Making a kind-of upside down bubble letter "U" shape with the house in the middle.

"Finally, we're home." I thought, I turned to the passenger seat where my very large and very hairy friend, Daisy, sat. And by friend, I meant Dog. A golden-doodle to be exact.

As if she could hear my thoughts, Daisy, sucked her tongue back in her mouth from where she had been panting, (and drooling all over the seat I might add) tilted her head to the side for a moment -the way that dogs do- and looked at the familiar property. She then promptly released her tongue from its cage again, seemingly satisfied with what lay before her. I just smiled and shook my head at her.

Rolling down the window I typed the password into a keypad by the gate and slowly pulled my truck forward as the gate opened. I pulled my vehicle in front of the garage and parked and then got out of the car holding the door open so Daisy could jump out, which she did while almost knocking me over in the process. I scowled at her for a moment, grabbing my cane, purse, and keys before closing the door and walking back to the trunk to get my duffle bag out.

I had just come home after spending a few days with my grandparents for the fourth of July.

As I walked up to the front door I could see daisy out in the yard sniffing around and exploring. I chuckled as she barked at a few birds flying over head, as if she could catch them. I whistled a couple notes to call her back, and chuckled again as she ran back leaping around and acting like a puppy again. When she finally made it back to my side, I scratched her head and headed inside with her trailing behind me. The house was large, 4200 square feet, and yet I only used the downstairs half of it. It's not like I could help it with a bum leg. Going up and down stairs was hard for me and I essentially avoided them at all costs. There wasn't anything up there besides a few spare rooms, two bathrooms and the attic space anyways.

To the left of the entryway was the piano room furnished with -surprise!- a piano, a large couch and some bookshelves. The bookshelves were full of music and there were a couple paintings hanging on the walls. To the right was my art room with my desk, laptop, shelves of art supplies and the general disarray which always accompanied an artist's workspace. Straight through the art room was the kitchen and dining area which were large and open with windows letting in the sunlight. And if you looped back through the kitchen or straight through the entryway there was the living room. From the entryway you could see the fireplace and glass doors that led to the back porch with a large bookcase covering the whole left wall and the tv against the right sharing a wall with the kitchen. A large brown leather sectional dominated the living space but left plenty of room to walk on either the large wool rug at the center of the room or the hard-wood flooring throughout the rest of the house. In between the art and living room where stairs to the second floor and opposite those was the hallway in between the piano and living rooms to the master bedroom. My room.

Daisy followed me as I walked inside and dropped my bags and cane on the floor before throwing myself onto my bed in exhaustion. Daisy jumped in right next to me and made herself comfortable on the king-sized slice of heaven as I liked to call it. I was far too fond of my bed than what was healthy but hey, when you have a 2 inch memory-foam pad on your already perfectly comfortable mattress, you really don't have a choice. I groaned into my pillow -which I also loved far too much- in pain as my right leg throbbed. Short drives were fine but more than a few hours and my leg would protest in agony. I had taken my pain meds on the drive home but their effect was fading, checking the time on my phone I still had an hour till I could take more, it was about 5:15. I groaned again and debated the pros and cons to just hacking the offending limb off my body. Pro, it wouldn't bother me anymore; con… well, i couldn't really think of a good con at the moment.

I was faintly aware that my phone was buzzing but I really didn't want to move to answer whoever had texted me. When it persisted for several more minutes I grudgingly took it out of my pocket and looked to see who dared to disturb the great and powerful Adia. Chief Swan had sent a text asking if I had gotten home ok, and my cousin, Seth, had sent a text asking if he could come over when I got home because his sister, Leah, was being a jerk and he was sooooooo bored. I chuckled at Seth's plight and sent him a reply saying that he could only come over if he brought me large quantities of pepperoni pizza and if Leah came too. I also texted Charlie and told him I was fine and that I had invited Seth and Leah over.

Chief Swan was Fork's Police Chief and had married Sue Clearwater about 3 years ago. Sue's late husband Harry Clearwater was my distant Uncle and the father of Seth and Leah. Even though we were related -Harry and my father shared the same great great grandfather or something- we looked nothing alike. I was 5'9'' and fair skinned with curly red hair and freckles. I looked like my mother with her hair and complexion, but I was tall like my father had been and not as slender and curvy as my mom. While Seth and Leah were tall as well, they both had dark hair and tan skin common to the Quileute tribe. I was like an honorary member of the tribe, since I was related to the Clearwaters, also since I figured out the tribes whole shapeshifting secret. Honestly it didn't take long, but I guess having a vampire as your best friend helped. (don't worry, her diet didn't consist of humans, apparently there were some vampires who opted out of the human diet and preyed upon the wildlife instead) The first time Raquel had come to visit with her mate, Mark Thomas, or MT as I liked to call him, well… there was some drama.

After we first moved to Forks My father and Chief Swan had bonded over their love of fishing no less and through quite the coincidence had figured out the distant family relation. But that's another story. Anyhow I had told Raquel and MT to meet me at my house after school, it was my senior year. And since Seth and I often met after school to hang out, (and Leah never had anything better to do) I had the very bright idea to invite them over to meet my best friend and her "boyfriend" who were both in college, but had come to stay for the weekend. Needless to say that when we the two parties met they were not very happy or welcoming to the other. Leah ended up phasing (go figure), which honestly should have surprised me more than it did, but considering that I had heard legends about shape shifters from Raquel -my vampire best friend- and that I had suspected something was up with the Quileutes for a few months, (honestly no normal human being has a metabolism like that bunch) I kinda just rolled with it. Eventually everything was sorted out and after a very long meeting with the counsel, the pack leaders, Sam and Jake, and a few irate werewolves (*cough, cough* Leah and Paul) a truce was formed. It also helped that Jake was engaged to a half vampire named Renesmee, (who names their daughter Renesmee?) and since she was really nice and shared the same "vegetarian" diet as my friends she managed to help me convince the pack that they weren't a threat.

Apparently before I had moved here Renesmee's parents and their extended family (aka big ass coven) had lived here and had established a treaty/alliance with the wolves. The Cullens, as they were called, had moved up to Alaska before my arrival to town and save for the occasional visit by Renesmee's parents, didn't frequent the area very much anymore. I think there was some sort of accident that caused them to move 'cause when I ventured to ask why they left I was greeted with silence and a hesitant "It's Complicated" from Renesmee. I could tell that whatever had happened was painful to talk about so i didn't ask about it again.

A lot had changed since then, I had graduated, completed one year of college, and my parents and brother had died. Nice, huh? In short, It was an animal attack, we were camping in yellowstone during my summer break and well… they were killed and I was left with my leg torn to shreds and a serious head injury. While the doctors had managed to save my leg, my head trauma has left me unable to speak. Everyone here has done a lot to help me since then, Chief Swan and his family have been the biggest help, along with Raquel and MT. They check up on me and Raquel keeps me from getting too depressed.

A text from Seth pulled me from my dark thoughts, I half smile as I read it. Seth has always managed to put me in a better mood, which is hard to come by these days, and I get free food as an added bonus.

It's been almost 2 years since the accident, I have since turned 21 and learned sign language. Seth, Raquel, and MT have learned it too and when they're around I sign to them, otherwise I have to write everything down. I'm glad to have them, but I often wonder if everything is worth it, worth living alone, crippled, unable to speak or even sing. I miss singing, I miss being healthy. I'm not the same, I'm sick all the time. That's the part that worries me the most, at first it was a cold every month or two, then I started to get feverish. I'm lucky I could go to California and visit the family I have there this past week. Almost 3 weeks ago I was so ill I can hardly remember it happening. All I remember is going to bed with a headache and temperature and waking up 2 days later with about 30 messages from Charlie, Seth and even Renesmee (who's married now btw) asking how I was and wondering if I was ok, or if they needed to come over. I have gone through the occasional rough patch since my family's death where I won't talk to anybody for several days at a time. Eventually through trial and error, they all learned to let me invite them over when I was feeling up to it. Lest I take my grief and anger out on them. I pretty much manage to pull myself out of it, and I've managed to pass of my sickness as boughts of depression. The only one who I can't fool is Raquel. Though I've been able to hide my declining health from everyone else. She could tell from the beginning that something else was wrong with me besides my depression and grief.

When it first started, about a month after I got out of the hospital, I went to the doctor, who just passed it off as a symptom of the trauma and loss I'd gone through. I would have accepted that if it hadn't continued to get worse, despite the improvements i've made in coping with my grief and injuries. I suspect Raquel and MT have a theory as to what's wrong with me, though what it is they won't say. I think they want to be sure of their theory before they tell me I have some incurable disease and that I have 2 days to live. They've spent the last year traveling and researching my condition and we keep each other updated on the other's progress with emails and skype calls every couple of weeks. I haven't told her about my most recent case of the mystery flu. Now you might think that not telling anyone is foolish on my part, and it is. But honestly, it sucks being sick and helpless, when not 2 years ago you were as healthy as a horse. And part of me is convinced that if I just ignore it and try to be normal it will all just go away.

That brings me to my most recent dilemma. If I am dying, which I honestly think I am, can I ask Raquel to change me? Despite my contemplating the worth of living, I don't really want to die. Would I like to see my family again? Absolutely. Do I believe I will? Well,... I believe in God. I was raised in a Christian household and to this day I attend church every Sunday that I can. Honestly, my faith is the only reason I've been able to get through everything that has happened to me. I believe that heaven exists and I have faith that i'll see my family again, but if i'm a vampire, when will that be? The world has to end sometime, Armageddon and all that. But what happens to the immortal few?

The sound of the front door opening and the delicious odor of pepperoni pizza wafting into my room awoke me to Seth and Leah's arrival before they called out for me. I pulled myself out of bed, grabbed my cane and began to follow daisy who upon smelling the pizza darted out of the room to the source. I smiled as I thought to myself, great minds think alike.