Disclaimer: I do not own twilight or any of it's characters.

I thought of this story when I was considering what would happen if Edward never came back when he ran away in Twilight. I thought about what i would do 'if i was Bella...' But instead of re-writing the original story, I thought I'd take that idea and use it somewhere else. I hope you enjoy it :) EllieCullen0413 xxx

My name is Toby Cullen-Black. My mother is Renesmee Cullen and my father is Jacob Black. I have a twin sister called Joy. My mother, became pregnant about eighteen years ago... "with a litter" my great-uncle Emmet said. But unlike her mother – my mum went through a very normal pregnancy and birth. However, the years that followed weren't exactly usual. My sister and myself appeared to have adopted very separate genes from our parents. I took after my mother and grandparents. I was born with many vampire tendencies, much more than my mum even though I grew in the same way she did when she was a child. I am now seventeen, but have looked like this for the last eight years. But, I don't sleep, my heart doesn't beat and I'm just as strong and fast as the rest of my family. My sister however, took after my father. She grew and aged at a normal rate for any other child. As soon as she reached puberty, her body – and DNA – changed, and she became a shape shifter, just like my father. It was rather weird having a twin sister who once looked almost a decade younger than you. But then I suppose my family isn't exactly normal.

Today is our first day as sophomores at the local high-school. I am in the same year as the majority of my family. Joy, Edward, Bella, Alice, my dad and my mum... not many people can say that. Rosalie, Jasper and Emmett are in the year above. I am still struggling with my thirst and this is only the second year that I have attended a public school with my family. My sister however, has been in school since kindergarten... there was never any need to keep her out of school. She doesn't hunt, she doesn't feed on blood. She lives a very normal life compared to the rest of us. Something that we are all jealous of – even if no one admits it.

However, one thing she doesn't have, and never will have, is an ability. I'm very lucky to possess one, but as Carlisle told me once, it isn't shocking when you look at the abilities of my biological parents and grandparents. My ability is a mixture of my mothers and my grandfather – Edward. I can read minds of people who are in a close proximity of where I am standing, but I can choose when to do that - turn it off and turn it on. I can also place my thoughts into someone else's mind – similar to my mother, but I don't have to have contact with them. Not in a controlling way – just if I want to communicate with someone without anyone else knowing.

A gust of wind just blew past my face, bringing with it a delicious smell of human blood. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes enjoying the aroma, wondering what it would be like to have that blood on my lips, on my tongue, down my throat. I heard a low growl build in my throat, my muscles tensed and venom built in my mouth. Joy held onto my hand tightly having probably registering my reaction. Her grip was powerful enough to keep me beside her, as long as I didn't fully give into the instinct pulling me towards the beautiful smell emanating from some stranger.

Thank you, I thought towards her.

She smiled back delicately. You're welcome, she replied.

We both walked to our lockers to collect our new timetables for the year. After a quick glance at her timetable I memorised which classes she had, which rooms she was in and which ones were the same as mine.

"The majority of our lessons are the same," I said a split second after she unfolded the piece of paper. "We're in different classes for Spanish and Calculus."

She laughed a musical laugh, reminding me of Mum. "Give me a chance to look won't you!" I smiled slightly and she laughed again. I listened to her thoughts instead of asking her what she was thinking.

He looks so much like Edward when he does that. I rolled my eyes. Esme never stopped telling how much I looked like my biological grandfather, who just happened to look the same age as me. If it wasn't for the difference of our skin pigmentation then we could have easily passed as twins.

"You guys are with me first!" Alice said as she bounced towards us. Of course she probably knew her timetable a few months ago, as soon as it had been first written. She held Joy's hand and pulled her towards the direction of where we were heading. As she turned she caught my eye and held her gaze for a split second more than normal – her way of saying 'I've got something to say... privately.' I listened intently, but I could guess what she was probably going to say.

Are you ok? I caught a glimpse of something happening when the wind changed direction, but by then it was too late and you had already caught onto the... scent.

I sighed to myself, yeah I'm ok. Joy was there to keep me in check.

Ok, let us know if you're struggling though. You're still young Toby, no-one expects you to be able to control you're thirst as well as you are doing. Her thoughts drifted off slightly to Jasper and the struggles he went through, and then the struggle that each of us go through every day. Then she thought about Carlisle, and she tried to predict when she would be as strong as him. I saw her attempt to look into the future, but she failed. She caught me looking at her still and she smiled. Suppose that none of us can really fight what we are.

It just might not be set in stone yet, Alice. You know that. It took Carlisle over two- hundred years to master his control.

My point still stands though, if you need to just get out – do.

The way she said that made me wonder if she had seen anything. I checked her thoughts.

It might not happen, Toby. It was blurry, so I don't know if it will happen, or if it does - when. But be careful. Pace yourself, ok. I'll keep an eye out.

And with that final sentence I saw her vision. Despite the cloudiness of the vision, I could see it was me, running through the forest located close to the school. Running. Running as fast as I have ever run before. My hands bloody and my throat burning... aching... aching for more?