Hello to all of you FanFiction adventurers! I'm just trying my hand at a crossover. This crossover will be between Twilight (Seriously, was there any doubt?) and a series refered to as the "Heir" series by Cinda Williams Chima. Not really sure what to post this under, but I figured that in the Twilight section it would fit pretty well.

The setting will be in Forks and this is set about four years after Breaking Dawn. Nessie will look about ten.

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I'm glad that you all are joining me on this new path. If you would like, I invite you to check out me three other fanfics. They are all strictly Twilight.

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My eyes clouded with tears as I said good bye to the one person who had really cared for me my entire life, "Oh, grandma, why? Why did you have to leave me?" A stranger's arm wrapped around me.

"Poor girl, I'm so sorry. Mrs. Whipple was a good woman. You're a good girl." The woman pet my arm gently and briskly kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry for your loss."

I almost couldn't cry anymore. I'd cried through the entire meeting with the mortuary and even when the coroner had told me that my grandmother was dead.

I wasn't really sure whom I was crying for anymore. Was my grief for my grandmother, the woman who had raised me, or myself, the girl who would disappear in a matter of hours?

People were mulling around me, saying meaningless things like, "So sorry for your loss", and "Sorry miss. Shouldn't have happened like that." Their words were hollow with no real emotion behind them. They didn't understand. No one would. Just like no one would understand what I had to do.

Not many of them knew my name and the ones that did were from home, "Haley?" The voice sounded like bells. I was unnerving. I lifted my nose from my damp tissue at the voice that I didn't recognize. My blood ran cold.

She had to be one of those damned things that were always following me. She was too perfect and tiny. Her dark hair was pinned back, but I could tell that it was normally spiked. Her eyes were gold, but the color seemed to swirl, darker, lighter, and back again. The suit she was wearing was black and only served to illustrate her already ice pale complexion in even greater detail. All in all, she looked like a rebel child that someone had tamed and stuffed in a suit. She was smiling kindly at me with a mournful expression in her strange eyes. "Haley, right?"

I nodded, weary of the girl, "Yes, I'm Haley Thomas. What do you want?" My words were harsher than I had intended, but they expressed my feelings of frustration.

The girl looked a little hurt, "I'm just here to tell you that I'm sorry for your loss."

My mouth formed an "O" shape, "Um…thanks." She looked at me expectantly.

I looked around for an escape route. There was none and the remaining people were trickling out of the funeral home. I was on my own. I looked back at her. "What happened? To your grandmother, I mean."

"I'm sorry, now's not really a good time. I did just bury my grandmother. I'm not in the mood to talk about her murder." I turned and started to walk away hoping she would leave. "Damned pixie girl."

I glanced back at her. She was looking at me with her head tilted in an odd angle like she had heard me.

"Haley! Oh gosh! I missed it didn't I. Good God. I just can't be anywhere on time. Wow, I missed a funeral. How pathetic is that?"

I wanted to cry in relief, "Cass, it's okay. Um, I was just about to leave. It's been a hard day. I was going to go home and get some sleep." I scratched my head, trying to figure out the words I wanted to use, "Um…Cass, can you just call me tomorrow." My ditsy little blond friend who was late for everything had just unknowingly saved me from my nightmare.

Cass blinked a couple times, "Uh… sure." She looked distraught suddenly, "Oh, Hales your angry. I'm so sorry. Please don't be angry with me. I really wanted to be here, but…you know…I'm just always late…" she looked away bashfully, "for everything."

I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to the door, "I'm not angry. It's just been a long day. I'm tired." I looked back to where I had left the fairy girl and sighed, she was gone.

Cass nodded and walked with me to my car in silence, "Hales, I really am sorry. I didn't mean to forget, I just always do."

I hugged her, "I understand, Cass. Listen, I need you to promise me something." She nodded, "I'm leaving New York. I have to get out. I'll miss you. I need you to promise me that you won't tell anyone where I'm going."

I'd lost her. She looked clueless, "Where are you going?"

I wanted to slap my hand to my forehead, "I'm going to Seattle. Please, you can't tell anyone. I'm not even sure why I'm telling you in the first place."

She had a strange look on her face and for a minute, I didn't think that she understood what I was saying, "Oh. Okay. I can do that." I smiled at my friend and pushed her in the direction of her beat up Volkswagen. She turned to look at me over her shoulder, "Bye, Hales. I'll miss you." I was relieved as I watched her drive off. She was safe.

If I left her and the others I cared about, the fairies couldn't hurt anyone else that I loved. My grandmother was dead because of them, I was sure.

Cass was the only friend I had left; all of the others were dead. My grandmother was the latest in a long line of deaths that seemed to be centered on me. They could mess in our lives as much as they wanted to, but if one of us bothered them than some sort of line had been crossed. Imminent death was ensured, but I wouldn't be like that. I wasn't just another of their human toys that they could screw with and dispose of. I had been disposed already. I wasn't going to let it happen again.

"Goodbye." I said to no one. Those words had so little meaning, but the feelings behind them were suffocating me. I was about to fly across the country to escape whatever being I had managed to piss off. Not only was I leaving with a crazy agenda, but also I was leaving behind the only place I'd ever known. I was leaving behind my life, the very core of my existence. Haley Todd had to disappear. I walked back to my car and drove to my little house next door to my childhood home. The home that until three days ago had contained all of my most precious memories and the woman I loved more than myself.

Taking a deep breath I grabbed the metal tube that had been metaphorically burning a hole in the passenger seat of my car all morning. I swung the door open. It's squeak made me smile. That would be the last time that I would curse at the shrill noise. I opened my front door and let my dog out of his crate. Just like every other day, I tossed my phone and keys into the wicker basket on the table next to my door. All of these movements I relished. They had been so perpetual in my daily life that the thought of leaving them was almost heart breaking.

Unconsciously, I was making a list in my mind of all the things that Haley Thomas would never do again. Internally, my soul was screaming at me. Why was I doing this? Why did Haley Thomas have to die? Why: the word made my blood boil. Everything I was doing and everything I would do was for the ones I loved. I would give it all up for them.

My dog, Shadow, could tell something was wrong with me. I looked at him sadly. I snatched up a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans from my coffee table as well as a bag of dog food and shoved them in my backpack. I hooked a leather leash into Shadow's choke chain and walked with him to stand on the sidewalk between the two homes that I had spent most of my life in.

I took a deep breath and tossed the canister at the grass in between the houses. Upon impact, it exploded in a spectacular array of yellow and blue flames. The materials I had put into the canister ignited when the air pressure changed due to the trauma to the exterior of the canister.

I stared at the flames in wonder and shock. I had never done anything like this before and now I was the girl who blew up her own homes. It shocked me. Shadow nudged my hand and I looked down into his dark eyes. He wanted to leave and secretly, I did to, but once I left, I could never return. I could see the headline now: High school junior, Haley Brie Thomas dies in tragic natural gas explosion at her suburban New York City home.

I knew that they would declare Haley dead. My keys and wallet were in the front of my house where the fire would burn the coolest and my car was sitting out front. They would assume by those items that I was in my house and the fire would burn too hot for them to be able to find a body.

I started to walk down the sidewalk, but when I looked back at Shadow, he was staring at the flames as they danced across the roof of our houses. Gently, I tugged on his chain and he looked at me questioningly, "Come on, Shadow, we need to get going." He looked at me with sadness in his endlessly dark eyes, "I'm sorry, Shadow." He seemed to understand and walked to my side, "Good boy. Let's go."

I walked down the street to the bus stop. I had timed everything perfectly. Twenty seconds after I reached the bus stop the bus arrived. I boarded and the driver glared at me, "You have a dog?"

I glared at the fat man and looked down at Shadow, "Yeah, but he won't do anything. I'll even buy a ticket for him if it would make you feel better." I held eye contact with the man for a moment, mentally willing him to let me on.

The man nodded after a brief sigh, "I'll let the mutt on for free." I smiled and we exchanged cash for my ticket.

Shadow sat down in the seat next to mine and curled his head into my lap. Several hours later, we made it within walking distance of a New Jersey airport. I found the nearest pet store and bought a dog crate and a clip on water bowl. They wouldn't let me put Shadow on a plane loose. I might have gotten away with it on the bus, but airports were way more secure and taking a full-grown Doberman on a plane wouldn't work out. As much as it pained me, my companion would soon be checked and I would be alone for several hours. As I paid for my items, I glanced down at my credit card. It said Kara Johnson. It was official. I wasn't Haley Thomas anymore.

I smiled at the old man who was seated next to me on the plane and he fell asleep almost as soon as we were off the ground. Mostly I just slept, but one time I woke up and found that the old man's head had rolled onto my shoulder. He was drooling. I pushed his head away and rapidly wiped off the shoulder of my denim jacket. I would have to wash it as soon as I could.

When the plane finally landed I was exasperated, the old man couldn't seem to keep his drool away from me. It was nasty, to say the least. I got off as soon as my row was allowed to. I didn't have much so I hadn't checked anything but Shadow. I went to claim him and get out of there. There were too many people around me.

For the first time in my life, I actually wanted to be alone. It was such a strange feeling. I had never been exceptionally social, but I had been out going and as far as I could tell, nobody had ever disliked me enough for me to hate being around them. I couldn't stand these feelings, but I obeyed them.

In minutes, Shadow was sitting in the front passenger seat of my rental car. I shifted the truck into cruise and allowed myself to look out the window. I really hadn't noticed the scenery until now. It was funny, my brain was telling me it should be dark, but it was bright outside, the sun just past the noon height. Everything was green and the sun appeared to be surrounded on all sides by thick clouds.

This was my new life. High school junior Kara Lynn Johnson would start school in a little town near Seattle and no one would know that she had committed a crime of any sort. She would be the little girl that no one yet everyone knew. A new start was what I needed. Maybe I could even have friends. No, not really. Maybe I could have passing acquaintances, but not real friends. I couldn't let anyone else get hurt because of me. I wouldn't let anyone else get hurt. I wasn't sure what I would do, but no one else would get hurt.

Thanks for reading this first chapter of Shadow Dance!

I know it's not great, but the story will pick up and in chapter two, we will be in Forks with Edward, Bella and the rest of the Cullen's. Yeah!!!

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-Jenn

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