My name is Rayvn Swan, I'm twenty eight, but I look like I'm still nineteen. My little sister moved to Forks Washington over two years ago. Ironically I think I was the only one who knew everything, all about Edward and his family, all about Jacob, from the beginning.

You may think me an awful sister, but when she decided to go to Forks, with Charlie… Well I had a dream that felt like a vision. I'm not a watcher, not precognitive, but I am telekinetic, a mover. But that was years ago, eight years in fact. That was the night, I think, that I stopped aging.

Perhaps I should explain. Eight years ago, on September 5th, my birthday ironically enough, I was involved in a hit and run accident. I lay, bleeding to death on the street when a man whose skin was almost white, and was cold even to my touch, came to stand above me. His eyes shone red but he gently knelt beside me and pulled my limp body into his arms. He bit into his wrist and let his blood drip into my mouth, into my wounds, all over me. The world was going black, and I stopped fighting.

And then I saw it, like I'd lived it, her life, the trials and the rewards. I saw her entire life, up to when she opened her eyes as a vampire. And when she startled awake for the last time I too came back to myself.

I was still on the street, still covered in blood, but I was not injured anymore. I stood gingerly and inspected myself. I'd appeared fine, so I left. I went home and showered, and pretended it had not happened. Until I got my first email from my baby sister, my little Bella.

Then I knew, I KNEW it had happened, and it was happening to her as I'd seen it. So if my vision had been true, then the method I'd received it had to also be true. But I had not noticed any ill effects. I was strong, I was healthy, I was happy. I was never ill, but that was normal for me, and if I were injured I healed quickly and well.

I did not suspect what I had become until two years afterward, when I had a falling out with my then boyfriend. He… well to be blunt he raped me, and tried to kill me. But I wanted him to die so badly that… Well he sort of fell onto his knife, and was unlucky enough to puncture his heart. Or so the cops say.

Really the blade in his hand was wrenched from his hands by some invisible force and then made great friends with his chest. And somehow, the ropes that bound me came untied. It took me weeks to realize that it had been me. And months more to come to terms with my incidental actions.

But now, now it is 2016 and I have just woke from another strange dream. Not a vision, not quite, but a something. It was my sister, she called for me, begged me to come to her, that she needed me. She was in darkness and she cried out for me. I can no longer take it. I've been having the same damned dream for the last WEEK!

I can feel myself give in. It is time, time to see my baby sister again. I stand up and begin to pack my bags. I don't really know where I'm going, but I know enough to realize this: I am needed, and somehow I will end up in the right place.