Disclaimer- I don't own Twilight or any of the characters in it. I wish I could write that well.

Ch 1

Bella felt light-headed as she walked through the front door of Charlie's house. She had been with Edward, and he had finally told her the truth about himself. He had promised to be in school tomorrow. Nothing could have made her happier. The horrors of that night had already been forgotten; Edward's presence had intoxicated her.

Suddenly, a cold blast of wind blew at her. She shivered, her head finally clearing. Just then, she noticed the car in the driveway and that the lights in the house were on.

Charlie was already home. Oh no! she thought. I haven't gotten to dinner yet! She steeled herself and walked into the kitchen. To her surprise, Charlie didn't even notice. He was busy talking on the phone.

"Carolyn, no! I already have Bella here! I can't handle two hormonal teenagers!" Charlie whispered anxiously into the phone, clearly starting to panic. There was a pause, then after a moment Charlie cried, "Oh, all right! I'll do it!"

"Hey Dad!" called Bella, trying to sound cheerful, but was failing miserably. "Is something wrong?"

Charlie jumped. "Bella!" he admonished. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Sorry Dad. What's going on?"

Charlie inspected her carefully, trying to gauge her expression. "Your cousin is coming to Forks."

Genevieve Swan stepped out of the tunnel from the plane to the airport building. She shouldn't have been here. She should have been in California right now, spending the time with her friends on the beach, not in the airport in Port Angeles. She knew it would probably be raining in Forks.

She checked her cat's traveling cage, making sure that Nova was still all right. She was still asleep, curled up at the bottom of the kennel.

What she couldn't understand was why her mom suddenly decided that it would be better for her to spend time with her uncle, especially since today was a school day. What was so important it couldn't wait until the weekend?

Remembering her mother's warning, she carefully laid a mind-shield in place. This shield wasn't exactly solid; things could go out, but nothing could come in. She would still be able to project if need-be.

She was in unfamiliar territory. Even though she had been in the relevant area five years ago, one always had to take precautions when entering a place one hasn't been to for at least a month. Besides, the Quileute Reservation was farther away than it seemed.

She couldn't believe that her mom had sent her here again. Most of all, she couldn't believe that Charlie had agreed, considering what she had tried to and almost succeeded doing the last time she was here.

Admittedly, it was an accident, but Charlie didn't know, so she had tried to press it to her advantage. He had forgiven her almost right away though, so her efforts were useless. That man had the patience of a rock, all for him being a police officer, and apparently the memory of one too.

He was more careful about hiding anything that could ignite a fire though, not that that would deter her in the least. She could light a fire without any matches, lighters, or anything that might be used to start a fire. Her mother had had her practice that certain skill since she was old enough to know about her gift. At least Bella would be here this time.

Genevieve hadn't seen Bella since she was four. She remembered it very clearly. It was the first time she had met her cousin.

Her aunt and uncle had come to visit, and had brought their six-year-old daughter along with them. Genevieve had wanted to go and play with her friends at the park, but her parents wouldn't let her go. They told her she had to spend the day with Isabella and make her feel welcome.

Isabella had been a small birdlike girl who, even then, couldn't walk across a flat surface without finding something to trip on. She had been quick to correct Genevieve.

"Bella, not Isabella. Call me Bella." Bella had insisted. Genevieve remembered Bella's exact tone of voice, too.

Bella had brown hair, brown eyes, and skin too pale for someone who lived in a sunny place like Phoenix. There was nothing extraordinary about Bella, Genevieve had decided. She was also determined to hate Bella for disrupting her perfect Saturday.

However, that was only a first impression. Genevieve quickly learned not to judge books by their covers.

As Genevieve got to know Bella, she discovered a depth to her that wasn't apparent on the outside. She discovered Bella's kindness and responsibility, not to mention her feisty spirit. Bella was extraordinary. She had also saved Genevieve's life.

A/N – I'm re-writing my story yet again. I'm sorry to anyone who's feeling put off for my multiple rewrites, but I'm just not satisfied.

Please R&R.

P.S. - Sorry I haven't written in so long. I won't list any explanations or excuses, cuz as we all know, explanations are just excuses. Anyway, hope you enjoy. I added in things that I wanted to before, but forgot to when writing. I also went through and re-edited the entire thing. ^.^