Shattered Glass

A/N: This is my first take on a Twilight story, using an OC that I've had in my head for a few years now. Just waiting in the waiting want me to tell her story. So here is her tale...

disclamier: I don't own anything to do with The Twilight Saga, so don't sew me. Those rights belong to Stephanie Myer and her brilliant mind.

Start story:

Day One:

Living with the Cullen's for my first day was a pain in the ass! First off, they're over nice to me; enough to make me feel uncomfortable with it. Plus the three out of the four Cullen children hate me! Don't know what I ever did to them to deserve this kind of treatment! Maybe I'm intruding on their perfect little family.

Well it wasn't my idea to be fostered by the Cullens, now was it? If it was up to me I'd still be in New Hampshire, where I belong Seriously, why couldn't I have gotten foster parents in my home state or been given to my grandparents in Nebraska? How screwed up was the Foster Care System, drops in one home and hope that you don't have to sweep us to the next...

Blame the Itallian Vampires who killed my family. My father had been the leader, Aro's, accidental son. Making my father half vampire and me a quarter vampire. Seems impossible that vampires could mate! I guess only male vampires can produce offspring. Hell, vampires aren't even supposed to exist!

I guess the only reason the Volutori left me alive was because I have the special ability to talk to people in their minds!.

-Cira Francesca Furtoni

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"Cira, do you need help with you need help with your bags?" Carlisle asked.

"No, I'm fine thank you," I called back downstairs.

I sighed and set my huge heavy suitcase ont to the bed and began to unpack. Seriousl who knew moving to a new house would a pain in the ass. Also how did the Cullens get all of my stuff? And how did they know what stuff was mine and meant the most to me? Must be my sent or something...

Roasile, the bitch, bragged that I had the smallest room in the house Like I care it's better then sleeping outside. The room was actually alot bigger then my room at home! It may be small to her, but it's just right for me. So what do I have the room to complain?

I heard a knock on my door. I sighed and set the object that I was holding on the bed and walked over to the door and to answer it. It was Alice, the only Cullen sibbling I liked so far.

"Cira, do you eat human food or drink blood?" she asked me.

"I can only eat food, blood makes me sick to my stomach, where I throw up for hours on end," I stated.

Alice looked at me with a suprise look on her face. "That's rare, I thought...Well Carlisle thought that you would atleast drink pigs blood."

"Well that's where Carlisle and you thought wrong," I muttered making Alice look up at me and nod.

Take it you're having a hard time being the new kid?" she asked.

"Yeah it is, Rosalie and Jasper aren't making it any easier," I stated.

"I'm so sorry about Jasper, he usually doesn't trust people much. Also him being a
Vegan Vampire for a only a few decades, so." she stated.

"As for Rosalie, I can't help you there, Cira," she added with a sigh.

"Oh, that's fine I'll just learn to advoid them," I stated and Alice nodded in agreement.

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Day Two:

Living with the Cullens now for two days now...If not for Alice it would have been alot more harder. She was my only companion there...

Today I get to meet the,"Great Bella", Edwards human girlfriend. Vampire dating a human...okay how can i say anything? I am after all a quarte Vamp.

-Cira Francesca Furtoni

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I sat in my room still unpacking, seirously who knew I had so much crap! I had all of my family pictures lined up on the vacant space on the antique victorian dresser. My collection of wolf breakables on the vacant top shelves, and my dream catchers in a various array around the room. My collection of books: ranging from Edgar Allen Poe to Nora Roberts and from Shaksespear to Steven King on the other vacant shevles. My music ranged from Elton John to Paramore and few far inbetween, next to the expensive looking stero system that held 25 disks.
The only instrument I knew how to play was my father's vintage 1959 Gibson acoustic guitar; on a stand in a vancant coner. My wolf thermal blanket, that I got from my grandparents, three years for Christmas was on my bed. Also there was my stuffed wolf, Howard that I got when I was 8.

I sighed and decided it was time for a quick break. Also my stomach started to growl, reminding me that I hadn't had anything to eat since the breakfast before. On account of all the stress of moving!

I wonder if the cullens had any thing to eat in their fridge or if it was just for looks? I sighed and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to raid the cabinents. I open the first cabinent and find granola bars, cearal bars and fruitloops. I decide to go with the fruitloops. I scan more cabinents finding a bowl for my cereal. I rummaged through some of the drawers and found a spoon. I opened the fridge and found some skim milk and poured it into my fruitloops and began to eat.

"Never knew that a vampire ate," I hear a voice break in, ruining my quiet and calm morning.

"Yeah, I do atleast," I stated. I looked up and saw a pale girl with brown hair and brown eyes.

"I'm Bella Swan," she stated.

"I heard alot about you, my name is Cira Furtoni," I stated extending my hand for her to shake and she shook it.

"So you're the new Cullen?" she asked.(I was starting to hate the phrase "New Cullen")

"That I am, but not with my liking; I blame the foster care system in New Hampshire," I stated.

She looked at me shocked. "Most people would give thier left arm to be a Cullen," she stated.

"Well, I'm not most people, I wouldn't even give an eyelash to live with the Cullens," I said bitterly.

She looked at me shocked. "They're certainly nice to me,"

"Same here...I guess," I admitted.

"Then why don't you act like it," I hear Edward's voice cut in and I shot him a cold glare. Then I went back to eating.

"She seems really hostile," I hear Bella state.

"Her parent's and her little sister died two months ago," Alice stated bounding down the stairs.

"Oh so that's why she's like that," Bella stated, sending me a look of pity.

"Yeah and I wish she would have died with them," Rosaile stated as she elegantly sauntered into to the kitchen.

My blue eyes widen in shock and tears welled up. I started to shake in saddness, causing the bowl of fruitloops that I was holding come crashing to the floor and shattering.

"Don't you think I wish I died with them!" I cried running out of the kitchen. I even forgot about the mess that I made.

"That was uncalled for," I heard Alice say.

"Exactly," Bella and Edward said in a union.

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How could fate be so cruel? How come little Marie didn't live and I did? How come I only lived with the scars on my shoulder and back, to remind me?

Why wouldn't my family been gone? And why couldn't I go with my Souix Native American, grandparents in Nebraska? Even if they were in their 50s (mid hundreds).

I guess Doctor Cullen found me and interesting specimen...

The tears continued to pour down my cheeks, I could taste the saltyness of them. I grabbed my family photo and cuddled it under the blanket and my stuffed wolf against me. I felt safe at the moment even if I was in a very strange enviroment...

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