Okay, this is my first fanfic, so any comments are appreciated, whether you like or hate it or have some ideas as to how I can improve it. I will warn you now that my grammar has never been exemplary, but I'll try my best. Also, I will most likely be asking for reviews for the posting of more chapters, but I won't be too obnoxious about it, promise, and will be looking for no more than ten each; unless it's not that popular in which case… we'll see. I will also try to get you, the readers, involved by asking whether you have any ideas for a certain upcoming scene or if I can't decide whether something should occur one way or another. I have too many ideas and unfortunately they tend to accumulate and stall my work. Also, I am usually pretty busy, but will try to update at least once every two weeks (or as often as my busy schedule allows). Anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight series, Stephenie Meyer does. I just own the OC characters and the situations I created for them, and, of course, my writing style (So don't steal those! Because I know how to get copyrights done if need be and could for MY characters! laughs evilly But seriously I do, so don't).
PREFACE
I used to always laugh at the old stories of how my mother was a danger magnet - and I laughed even harder when my family would say that I was turning into quite the little danger magnet myself – but this is ridiculous; Maybe they're right about me.
Already I had come face to face with the Volturi, been kidnapped by a vampire aptly nicknamed "The Collector," who wanted me as some weird trophy-pet, and stalked by a child of the moon, aka werewolf - and all before my sixth birthday! (a/n: If you want those stories, let me know and I'll maybe do one or all of them after this one, though not at the same time).
Little did I know that I would be standing here with a beautiful, terrifying creature even my family couldn't imagine existed, standing less than ten feet away, and stalking towards me with a slightly sinister grin, his form rippling and changing. The sight made my next words, and most likely my last, come out as no more than a strangled whisper in my mind, "Mom… Dad… Jacob… Nahuel…anyone?! Help!"
Okay, so how was the preface? Don't worry; I'm putting the first chapter up too.