A/N: Summary!
Wizards are entering the mythical world of Vampires and Werewolves.
Karis and George are twins seperated at birth - one in La Push, one in Forks.
Vampires and Werewolves are on friendly terms.
The mystery of these two girls makes a huge impact on the friendship of old rivals.
They have a mission in life - but what actions will they exceed too complete it?

1. The Beginning

They say it is wrong to seperate twins at birth, or a baby from its mother, but what if there was a dark secret held within them? What if seperating them was what could keep them alive? Her sad eyes watched as the midwife took her babies away from her, she let silent tears trickle down her face as the cries of her babies faded.
"You have made the right decision, Isabella." He said, trying to comfort her with a friendly smile.

George

A piercing, screeching noise escaping from my alarm clock awakened me from my slumber. 07:00 hours it read. I leaned across and pressed the life saving bright red snooze button, rolled back over and fell back to sleep.

In what seemed like seconds the piercing alarm struck again. 07:15 hours my clock now read. I have enough time I thought and pressed the snooze button again, rolling over and going back to sleep.

It happened a third time. 07:30 hours my clock read and the shrill of the alarm was accomponied by my eldest sister pounding on my bedroom door.

"Stop being so lazy and get up George! Mom has had breakfast waiting for you since seven o'clock! Get out of bed!" She yelled.

"Dammit Liza, stop giving me a headache!" I yelled a reply and slowly pulled myself out of bed. I muttered to myself as I fished around my bedroom floor, through the piles of unclean clothes, until I found my wand. I flicked my wrist and the clothes piled themselves into my laundry basket. I smiled to myself, Life is so simple I thought and as I turned my back to open the wadrobe, there was a loud crash behind me. Clothes had caught my CD shelf and disks were falling to the floor. "Argh!" I cried, flicking my wrist again and the CD's tidied themselves away.

"Everything alright up there, girls?" I heard Mom shout from the bottom of the stairs.

"Yes!" I replied in a panic, hoping she wouldn't come upstairs.

I dressed quickly, pulling my school bag out from under my bed and charged down the stairs, wolfing down the waffles my Mom had made for me and I kissed her on the cheek goodbye before leaving for school. Liza was on her christmas vacation after her first semester at College studying an English masters degree at Boston University, so she drove me to school through the pouring rain. This was the weather of an average day in La Push. I gave her a little nod as I got out of the car and rushed into the main building of school. It was a bit typical that not looking where I was going, I would bump into the worst person, both of us crashing to the floor.

"Watch where you're going, freak!" Leah hissed as I stumbled to my feet.

"Hello Leah," I replied bitterly, "I'm quite surprised I didn't see you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Her voice was shrill, reminding me of my alarm clock this morning. I gave her an unfriendly smile and carried on walking.

Leah and I used to be the best of friends. We spent every day of our childhood together at one anothers house and when she revealed to me she was a werewolf, I felt I could tell her my secret and that's where our friendship crumbled, so easily. She almost phased the moment I told her but she ran away and avoided me. In fear of her revealing who I was to the other werewolves I befriended, I blocked her mind from being read by the pack. That was when her attitude towards me changed completely, she would spit at the floor whenever I was near her. She barely breathed a word to me but if looks could kill...
I eventually got used to her behaviour and as soon as I retaliated, the spitting stopped but she would try to pick a fight with me every day.

I was walking through the long corridors of the Science block when a familiar, beautiful figure stepped in front of me. He had cut his hair again, the short spikes dripping with rain. There he stood with a huge grin on his face in nothing but a t-shirt and shorts. People glared as they walked past him, shocked looks printed on there faces.

"Hey George!" He pulled me into a soggy and damp yet warm hug.

"Hey Jake!" I smiled.

A/N: So, what do you think of that? I want your reviews please!