original summary-When my mother found me, fate seemed to link us together. Not only was I the daughter she never dreamed she'd have, I was unusually unappetizing for a human. However, being raised by vampires does not come without conflict. This is my tale about growing up Cullen and finding love in the most unexpected place.

The world's largest coven is about to get a whole lot larger!

*****ATTENTION MUST READ!*******

This story is about an original character, but the Cullens are all very present in this story. So never fear.

The first 7 chapters consist of Emmalie's childhood.

The next 7-8 chapters consist of her young adult years.

The next 7 her experiences with love and heartache.

There may be more but this is how it looks right now...

Warnings:

*Story deals with death and other heavy issues (no I do not kill my main character, but be prepared for the issue to come up)

*illness

*A love triangle (every twi-fic should have one)

*Suicide (again trust me on this)

*There will be sex- this was originally a coming of age story so yep I am going to go there

*And lastly the age difference thing (again trust me it is not going to be distasteful)

So this is the preface for Afterglow. Those of you who have been following elsewhere will have yet to read it. The chapters will follow shortly.

hugs, AJ or Jackie as some of you have come to call me.

ALSO PLEASE REVIEW- ask a question or give a one word response; I can't stand that feeling that I'm writing for no one when I happen to know there are over 900 people who have this on their alert list.

Hugs again..lol

Preface:

Delicately, I disentangled myself from cotton sheets that had softly shackled me to him throughout the night. It was how I rose every morn so it had become my most charming ritual,

twisting free from our bonds formed from love without inconveniencing him or rustling him from his peaceful state. Gracefully I swung my legs over the side of our lumpy bed, curled my toes

in a stretch before letting my bare feet to the ground. Not bothering with dressing, I slipped to my desk in the corner.

He remained motionless; letting me pretend to sneak about, but even with my back turned to him I could feel the love in his stare boring its way straight through my unclothed being. It

was that feeling that centered me; my own personal gravity.

The smile that graced my lips spoke only to him, and the glance over my shoulder confirmed that he indeed recognized it was him who made me smile.

"Why are you out of bed?" He demanded in his spoiled way, his smile warm and loving. I tactfully opened my Macbook and ignored him.

"You're going to write?" He questioned annoyed at the very idea that he was suggesting.

"Yes," I admitted bashfully, ignoring his pampered self-interest.

"Emma!" He pouted, sounding very much like an overgrown six year old.

"I cannot help it," I said opening a blank document. "When you love me like that my mind dances with ideas. Perhaps if you were less inspiring, we could spend more time in bed," I

suggested with a small wink and a coltish flip of my bed hair. In defeat, he returned his head to his pillow and I let my eyes drink him in.

It was nights like the last that burned into my memory. Every time was as different as the sunset, each beautiful in their own way. I could live my entire life in the wake of such moments,

or so I thought at one time. I had thought that I could love him once and that after I would find I had my fill. But it was a silly notion, a notion as silly as only viewing a single sunset before

choosing blindness. And remembering him was not enough. No one remembers the sunset on a certain day; they can't tell you the fade or vibrancy of the hues. It was not enough for me

to remember the time in which he loved me, I needed his love, to feel it at all times.

After the sun truly sets, all that is left is for it to fade to night. Sometimes the colors linger, hanging about in a magical way as if refusing to diminish. It is a denial of sorts. I know now that

I could not live in the afterglow of his love, not now not ever. In truth I would much rather die than live a lifetime simply remembering him...