Hello all, well, I really did have quite a nice break from FanFiction, but its time to get back to writing. Okay, I was totally in a writing mood, so I started this. It is another 'AU' story, though it isn't RoryXCassie. I also am going to continue 'When the End Comes' and there should be an update by tomorrow on that. But please do take the time to read this, I hope that you do enjoy and review. (Kira is pronounced k-ear-uh, for those silly people who didnt know).

Disclaimer- I do not own Twilight, New Moon, or any of Stephenie Meyer's fabulous ideas!

Prologue

I wasn't able to explain exactly how I had gotten into this situation. It was so far out of anything that was remotely likely to happen, but somehow I had fallen in love. But I wasn't a 'no-strings attached' kind of love. This love was deadly.

But for this boy, it was worth it.

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Scare

I stood in my room looking around. It was somewhat bland, its cream walls adorned with colored Christmas tree lights and a bulletin board covered with phone numbers, pictures, clothes, drawings, and other random things. My disheveled bed had light spread out across it, in a great arc, due to my open curtains. I looked out my window to the kids in the street playing baseball.

The cul-de-sac that we lived in was inhabited by 5 houses of elderly people and one house that were full of kids who were adopted. Most of them were about 10 or younger.

I turned around and kicked at a pile of clothing, revealing my radio. I bent over to turn it on, but was stopped by the sound of the glass of my window breaking; sending gloriously glittery ribbons of splintered deathly sharp shards of glass strewn across my floor and bed.

I stood still, a quizzical look bestowed upon my face. It wasn't one of anger, more of hilarity. But perhaps that was because that was the pointing which my insanity started; for none of what successes this, would I ever be able to truly reconcile with myself. It was all too surreal, the things that happened in movies or novels.

A banging erupted at my door, I walked in an almost dream like state, a slight smile resting upon my raspberry lips. I opened the door, my mother stood; her hands on her small hips, she was about the same height as me maybe and inch or two taller, with a few wrinkles, and deep brown hair.

"Kira! What was that?" she demanded.

"Oh, a baseball just came through, my window, nothing big." I said watching the look of horror spread across her face.

"A what?!? Who-" she started, anger emanating from her skin, almost transforming her before my eyes, a dark crease forming above her brow.

It wasn't something too unusual, it occurred about once a day mostly erupting from the fights that my mother and I had.

There was an incessant ringing from the door, to which my mother stopped and turned, she walked down the stairs and I peeked around the wall to see my small neighbor standing. His feet were placed in an awkward position, his hands behind his back, with his head bent.

I ducked back around the corner and into my room, making sure to close the door behind me. I bent over, turning my radio on and grabbed the trash bin from under my desk.

I heard the door shut down stairs and a pang of pity rang in my stomach for the kid. I was sure that my mother had gotten him to have his mother pay for the window and probably given him such a guilt trip that he volunteered to give her his allowance for the next three months.

I started to collect the bigger pieces of glass from the floor, being careful to not step on any.

That was just how my mother was, we lived in a big house that we only were able to pay for because back when my parents were young, my dad a very successful and rising lawyer, had gotten married without any type of prenuptial. Then my father had been caught in a rather large drug scandal, my mother had divorced him and taken him for most of his money.

But in some odd way I was closer to him than my mother in any way, I only spent Wednesdays and Thursdays with him though. He lived across town in the nice but still not amazing part of North Haven, New York; whereas my mother and I resided in the more upper class area.

A warm but steadily cooling breeze blew in; a characteristic mid to late April.

When I was satisfied with the amount of glass I had picked up, I walked out of my room and downstairs. My mother was sitting on a stool next to the kitchen island. She was reading the mail, a few discarded envelopes that read 'Kate Morlin' in elegant script.

"Hey," I said, pulling myself up onto the cold marble counter. My mother looked up.

"Sit up straight." She said before looking back to her mail. I sighed quietly and pulled my shoulders back.

"I picked up all of the glass on my floor," I said absently staring out the window to the backyard, the light continually dimming. My mom looked up again, and I turned my eyes to look at hers.

Her brown eyes were like deep orbs. I wanted to say that they looked wise, but it was more 'smart'. They looked like she was the type of person, when she was young, who debated with the teacher; a trait I had inherited from her, though my eyes were mostly green with flecks of amber and blue, which classified them as the forgotten color of hazel.

"Donna is going to pay for the window, plus one hundred for it happening in the first place." She smiled a bright smile.

"cool." I responded in a monotone, "Err, where exactly am I going to sleep tonight?"

She looked quizzically at me then around the room, like a new room would suddenly pop up out of nowhere. Then her eyes flashed with realization.

"Why don't you sleep in your 'secret room'?" She said.

My 'secret room' had been a playroom when I was younger, then transformed into a 'teen room' when I grew older where my best friends and I would escape to hang out, sleep over, and talk. Its contents were an old extremely comfy futon, a bean bag, and a computer, along with a small balcony. But at 17 ½ I didn't use it all that often, in fact the last time I had even been inside it was a month and a half ago, when we had done a spring cleaning.

It was called the 'secret room' because when I was young I always had had trouble finding it, along with most people. You could see the balcony from the backyard, but it was down the hall from my room and in the hall bathroom there was a shorter than normal door which you would think would be a cabinet full of towels, but actually led into the 'secret room'.

I shrugged and hopped off the counter. I let my feet tread against the beige carpet as I headed up the stairs. I opened the door to my room; it was already considerably colder than the rest of the house which was closed to the dropping temperature of the outdoors. I pulled my comforter and pillow off of my bed, slinging them over my shoulder. I didn't bother that they dragged against the floor as I walked out of my room, making sure to close the door.

The hallway wasn't too long, though it had 5 doors total. There was the bathroom at the end of the hall, my older sister Janie's room (though she hadn't lived with us for more than 5 years now), my room, my mother's room, and a hall closet.

As I pushed through the small bathroom cabinet/door into the room I would be staying in for the night, I had to struggle to bring the blanket and pillow through. But once I had dropped the bedding onto the futon I relaxed.

The room looked the same as always, its walls were an unusual reddish hue, a summer project that my best friend Alana and I had done a few years back before she moved to Canada.

I stepped to the French glass door and out onto the balcony. I admired the prim lawn below, a sudden urge to go onto my trampoline. I moved back out of the room and the bathroom and into the hall, I skipped back down the stairs and through the kitchen where my mother still sat stationary. I opened the back door and stepped out onto the lawn.

I quickly took off my flip-flops and let my bare feet be tickled by the grass as I walked lazily, thankful for my black sweats warming my legs, though my turquoise t-shirt wasn't doing much. I rubbed my hands against my arms in an attempt to keep myself warm.

As I stood next to the trampoline I grabbed the cold metal railing and pulled myself up onto the black stretchy tarp, eager to let go. I stood up and jumped a bit.

I loved the feeling of this it was like I was flying, like I was free. But soon I tired, and I let myself fall on to my back.

I could hear my heart beating incessantly, and loudly. I pulled my arms up and placed them under my head, letting myself watch the darkening sky and count the stars as they appeared. Eventually I let myself close my eyes to think.

I was glad that it was Friday. Though I knew that I should probably be out with my friends. I imagined them out partying at Leland's, that's where they said that they would be. But I had chosen to skip out, for some odd reason. I imagined James sitting with Casey, and jealousy flashed through me.

James was by far the best out of all of my friends and I had secretly held a crush on him since the day we met. Whereas Casey, was that girl that all cliques have. The girl that the other girls only keep around so they have someone to bad mouth. But all of the guys in our group were completely oblivious to this.

I was imagining that James was here there me when I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up some time later in the dark of night, goose bumps form the cold had spread across and down my arms. I rolled over leaving the semi-warm spot that I had created and immediately shot up into a sitting position.

I closed my eyes and yawned silently, before going on to all fours and crawling to the edge of the trampoline, not trusting my half asleep legs to support me. My dark brown hair swayed in front of my face and I watched my pale hands as I slowly made my way to the edge.

I swung my legs over the freezing bar and right before I was about to hop off, I hand that was equally as cold as the metal beneath me grasped my wrist, fitting around it in a perfect strong hold.

My heart constricted and a quick exhale left me breathless and unable to scream. I turned with extreme apathy.

I was met with an ever so handsome face, that caused me to let my guard down, it was a boy around my age, his skin paler than even mine that was whiter from the cold. But what pushed me back to my up-tight manner were his eyes. They were a deep blood red.

And I was almost sure that this would be the end, then end of everything. But what he said next was what surprised me.

It would be fabulous if you reviewed, because it is very scary starting a new story, and all criticism is welcomed, its what makes a story good! I am also looking for a beta for this story, so if you would like to, you can tell me in the review! i have pictures of Kira and her house in my profile,more will be added as the story goes on.

-Mel (alwayssmile877)