TWILIGHT

MORNING MIST

She was just a normal girl, until she got sucked into the Twilight world. Sounds fun, right? It would have been, if she hadn't been targeted by the Volturi, who wanted something the Cullens had. Can the Cullens protect the hunted girl from their strongest enemies? And where does Seth come into all this?

CHAPTER ONE

Crimson Eyes

I was sitting on the pine-needle covered floor of a forest in the middle of a slight downpour.

It was completely, and utterly wrong. It shouldn't have been happening. And I was terrified.

Well, who wouldn't be?

I looked around, startled at the rain dripping against my skin, and then down at the ground. In front of me was a book, with the pages opened to near the end. The water splattered against the pages, blurring the words on the pages until they ran together, the black ink smearing into lighter greys and blues.

I watched the disappearing words on the left page, where only the first word of the heading remained – VAMPIRE.

Why was I just letting my book be ruined like this? I reached out to the book with rain-soaked hands but, as soon as my fingers touched the book, it disappeared in a stream of blue and white light that shot straight up into the clouds.

"Oh my God…" I mouthed, staring up at the sky in disbelief, and then back down again at the spot where the book had vanished. Only a few sparkles were left where my hand still hovered, and something about it seemed very fitting, although when I realised what it was it gave me chills.

"No," I said out loud, drawing myself up onto my knees and wishing I was wearing something a little bit warmer then a skirt and t-shirt with a jumper on (I wasn't even wearing shoes) but, then again, I had hardly needed to dress heavily back home in Perth. Only problem was, I didn't think I was in Perth anymore…or even in the same world. "No way…it can't be…"

Part of me was excited. If I was in the world I thought I was in, judging from the book that I'd just finished reading, then a whole lot of possibilities were opened up to me. I was slightly indulging in a short daydream about finding a certain family, explaining where I was from – and then proving it – and then letting life take whatever course it chose.

The other part of me – the part that was overruling the other one – was scared to death.

I was in another country, in another world – possibly even in another universe. I had no idea how to get back, if at all I could and, to make matters worse, I might freeze to death before anybody found me.

The rain pounded against my skin, leaving me feeling cold and uncomfortable, and I drew my jumper closer around me. "What I w-wouln't g-give…" I muttered, through chattering teeth. "F-for a s-s-sign…anyt-t-thing…" I shivered, and then a touch colder than frost on the hand that rested on my shoulder made me jump about three feet into the air and I turned around, my heart pounding and the colour draining from my face, although I could not keep the thrill of anticipation from curling up in my stomach when my own eyes met the brilliant red irises of what could only be described as a vampire.

He stood up, looking down at me with a slight hint of amusement on his face, which was both beautiful and intimidating to look at. It was unlike any face I had ever seen before, not even in the movies where it had been portrayed, and I was hard pressed to look away but, in the end, my overall shyness prevailed, and I cast my eyes downwards.

But I looked up again quickly when the vampire chuckled lightly. "Not a good idea to take your eyes off me, Emma." He said in a quiet tone, one that seemed to draw me in from all angles, as I'd imagined only a vampire's voice could.

But something was wrong here – that being he knew my name.

Taking a deep breath, one that I'm sure he could have heard even if he hadn't been standing so close to me, I asked: "H-how do you know my name?" My voice wasn't as steady as I'd hoped it would be, and I couldn't look into his blood red eyes.

His voice sounded amused as he replied: "There will be time for that later, I'm sure. But I have orders to take you back with me."

Wishing I wasn't shaking quite so much, I got to my feet most ungracefully, and demanded to know: "Back?" I think my voice sounded shrill. "Back to where? T-to Italy?"

His eyes narrowed, ever so slightly. "So you are aware…" He took a slow, careful, measured step toward me, causing me to take an automatic step backwards. "How much do you know?" he wanted to know.

Feeling like I didn't have a choice to answer him, I replied: "E-enough..." Even if he hadn't been wearing the pendant with the 'V' on it, I would have been able to guess who he was from the way he was talking and from the way he was looking at me, which didn't exactly make me feel at ease. "F-for example…y-your name is F-Felix, isn't it?"

Felix looked at me for a fraction of a second before nodding, almost to himself. "Well, that settles it then…" He said, and I suddenly realised that he was about to move.

"W-wait!" I exclaimed, holding up my hands in front of me and, to my immense surprise and relief, Felix did so. Unable to look at hi crimson eyes for any longer, I stared at the ground as I said, almost formally: "D-do you really mean t-to kill me, as you did G-Gianna?"

Felix sighed this time, an exaggerated sigh of impatience, but I saw that he was still smiling. "I'm not even going to ask how you know about that," He said, shaking his head. His eyes were still glued on me and, somehow, managed to lock with mine, preventing the hazel-leaf irises from escaping. "So, let's just get on with it then, shall we?"

My breath hitched in my throat. Felix heard it, and he gave me a grin that made me swallow heavily. "Aww, come on," He said, almost playfully. "I promise, this won't hurt much."

"W-wait, which this are we t-talking about?" I stammered, just as a sound I couldn't hear caused Felix to freeze, turning his head to the left.

A few seconds too late, my own gaze followed and, by that time, we were not alone.