This is my first ever fan fiction so please be gentle, although I'm open to criticism, I understand its not going to be that good and I don't have a Beta so there's probably a fair few errors in this. If anyone would like to offer their Beta giving services I'd be very grateful

So this is based on Heroes and Twilight, but it's more about Twilight. I just got the initial inspiration from Heroes. I'm not totally sure where I'm going with this or if to continue with it at all for that matter. Please review and let me know whether to continue or not.

Okay, so here I was being chauffeured into some big corporate looking building with fancy rotating doors with an ordinary glass door next to it, now that just screams rich and pointless to me. Much to my dismay, the boring men escorting me took me through the glass door. I'm not sure if they envisioned me running around in circles all day to avoid whatever it is I'm here for. But now I think about it, it actually sounds like a good idea right about now, especially since the man on my right keeps increasingly adding more pressure to the shoulder that his hand is latched on to.

We walked into the grand reception area where everyone was buzzing around frantically. I came face to face with a bolding middle aged man who introduced himself as Bob and then kept whittling on about how excited he is that I've 'finally' arrived, I didn't even get a word in before I was being seated on a grand black leather sofa and being told to wait here. The room was beige; actually, everything I've seen so far was either beige or black. Wow, talk about dull people, maybe I should introduce them to my friends the primary colours. I couldn't resist having a quick peek out of the window at the amazing view. This was my first time in America; I was born and bred in England.

I guess your wondering why I'm here huh? Well to tell you the truth, so am I, but I'll tell you what I do know. I was happily sat in my psychology lesson at college, hearing all about Freud's theories on dreaming when my student advisor pops her head through the door and asks me to follow her to her little office. That's when I met my amazing chauffeurs who were pretty vague with the details, they just told me it was important I go with them and that it was fine with my parents; Renne and Charlie. I was shown some gratitude and was allowed to quickly go home and pack some stuff. While I was there I found my parents sitting in the kitchen with glum looks on their faces, I tried asking what was wrong but Charlie just told me 'I'd find out soon enough'. With Charlie less was always more, I'd never really minded, but right now it infuriated me. Couldn't they at least give me some insight? It seems they have a damn good idea of what's happening. And that's all I know I'm afraid.

The beige door slid open revealing Bob and some other men who I've yet to be introduced to. They all took a seat across from me, wearing some pretty stern faces. What can I have possibly done to upset these people so much? Bob was the first to break the deafening silence.

"Isabella, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, is there anything I could offer you, a drink or something to eat perhaps? It must have been a long flight here?"

"Its Bella" I replied "and no I'm fine thanks I ate on the plane"

"Very well, I'm guessing you're wondering why you're here?" He took my slight nod as an indication to carry on "Have you noticed anything different lately? Have you been feeling a little different, within yourself?"

What the hell is that supposed to mean? Why would I be feeling different, and within myself? Was that some sort of Jedi code or something? I'm pretty thankful I didn't accept that drink now; god knows what he might have slipped in it.

"Erm, no? Should I?"

To my surprise, he started chuckling to himself. Okay what is wrong with this guy?

"It may be a bit too early for you to experience the changes yet, but they'll come, don't you worry"

Oh well thanks, I'm sure I'm going to sleep fine tonight now with that valuable bit of information.

"I'm sorry, I'm getting a little ahead of myself aren't I?" You could say that again Bob. "There really is no nice way to put this, so I'm going to be bluntly honest with you. Renne and Charlie aren't your biological parents. When you were a few days old you were dropped off here by your real parents, they didn't leave us a name, they just left us yours, and told us what they can do."

"What they can do?"

"None of us are exactly… normal Bella"