I do not own any of the characters, nor anything Twilight-related. All the credit goes to our friend Stephenie Meyer.
"What the hell is this," Rosalie mumbled, as we entered the Cullen mansion, the school day finally over. I followed behind Edward, and together we reached his oh-so beautiful sister. She was holding a box in her hands, reading a card that most likely came with it. At the very same moment Carlisle and Esme entered the room hand in hand. "It was laid on the doorstep when we came home from Port Angeles," Esme explained. "We thought we would wait until you guys made it home, since it was addressed to all of us." She looked relaxed and beautiful as always as she smiled a motherly smile to me.
"Dear Carlisle and Esme, Emmett and Rosalie, Jasper and Alice, Edward and Bella," Rosalie read. I was surprised, to say at the least, that my name was in the letter. She seemed surprised as well, but she continued reading. "I am giving you these books, and I want you to read them together. Wait until you have read all of them before you make any rash decisions. Twilight comes first, then New moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. I wish you all well! Best regards, Stephenie Meyer."
Everybody seemed confused. Edward turned to Carlisle. "What could this possibly mean," he asked. "Do you know her?" Carlisle shook his head slowly. "I guess we will have to read it to find out what she wants with us," he concluded.
For the firs time since we had stepped into the house, Alice spoke up. "I can't see anything from the books. I can't see our future whilst reading it." She sounded slightly alarmed. Jasper simply hugged her from behind, and whispered something into her ear. She seemed to relax. We all walked into the living room, and I sat down in the loveseat next to Edward. Esme had already opened the box, and pulled out the first book. She carefully handed it to me, and nicely asked if I wanted to start reading. I nodded, and opened the first page.
"PREFACE," I read.
"I'd never given much thought to how I would die — though I'd had reason enough in the last few months — but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this. I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me."
Everybody tensed immediately. "A hunter," Jasper hissed. "This must be about vampires!" The others seemed slightly uncomfortable, but Carlisle gestured for me to carry on.
"Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something. I knew that if I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldn't be facing death now."
"It's happening here," Edward muttered. I briefly met his eyes, and they held a great amount of concern. Rosalie huffed. "It's just a book, Edward," she muttered.
"But, terrified as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end. The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me."
I cringed inwardly. This was too accurate to be a coincidence. A hunter in Forks. "That's it," I said. "The preface is over."
