Disclaimer: I own nothing if the Twilight Saga, except for my OC Kristian.

Author's Note: If you've read the original Silver Dusk, then you are familiar with this and are wondering why I decided to rewrite it. I'm actually going through a lot of stuff but things like my grandmother having an accident and being put in the hospital, but she's better now and should be home soon, so everything is looking up. That, and I just couldn't write any good angles to the story without making a big change. In this one, Kristian's name is NOT Swan nor is he related to the Swans in any way. He is his own character.

Author's Note 2: Extended some parts. New chapter will be up soon!

Chapter 1

Welcome to Forks, Washington, the sign clearly exclaimed to me. I wonder when was the last time anyone doctored that poor old sign; with a descent paint job and a more livelier boldness of the words, the sign would be a lot more inviting. Nonetheless, I felt a sense of relief that I had finally made it to Forks. Not that I didn't enjoy the cross-country trip to get here. I've gotten to see a lot of beautiful things on my journey here, inspirational things, being an aspiring artist and all.

I looked to the side carefully of the rear window, watching the seemingly endless forests blur by though not at an incredible rate. I wasn't one of those heavy footers when it came to driving, and I was pretty proud of myself to so far have never gotten a ticket and never in a car crash. Just like I've never drank or smoked, and don't plan to even when I come of age, or have done any drugs. A typical straightedge teenager, right? Maybe, but I'm still proud of it. I've been lucky so far, anyways.

I shook my head and quickly turned on the radio. I was just in time to catch the beginning of Hysteria by Muse, the first song I have ever heard of them and by far my favorite; the main reason why I became a Muse fan.

As I mumbled the lyrics under my breath, always conscious of my singing which kind of sucks, I started to remember the times when my mom would bring me here as a child to visit my grandfather. Forks was actually my mother's hometown as well as most of her family. Another part of her family on my grandfather's side was from the reservation in La Push.

I smiled at the memories of visiting here. My mother Laura was pretty busy as an ER doctor, but when she managed to pull through for vacation time, we would usually come here to Forks. My grandfather was a wonderful man. Wiser than anyone I had ever met. I never got to meet my grandmother who died when my mom was still in elementary school, and my grandfather Jonah Slade never remarried.

I guess in a way I was like the black sheep of the family, being born in Phoenix, Arizona rather than Forks or La Push like the rest of my family.

When we would come down here, my grandfather would tell me and other children wonderful stories. Tales rather historical or folktale that gripped our attention with magic unlike any other; magic that seemed to reflect in his wide forest green eyes. A personal story my grandfather would tell me about was about our lineage; of how my great-whenever-grandfather, Jeremiah Slade fell in love and married a beautiful Quileute woman and brought honor to her tribe, becoming a proud member himself, and that I am the latest of his legacy.

Another story Jonah use to tell both myself and the other kids were about the mystical creatures of these forests. How they protected all life from evil spirits and so on. As cool as it sounded, I always considered those stories his folktales. The world was full of the unexplained, but seriously, people who could change into giant animals?

Those stories were never told again when I turned 12, the same age when Laura and I traveled back to Forks one last time for my grandfather's funeral. Two funerals, actually: one in Forks, the other in La Push where he was properly buried.

I haven't been back since. I think it hurt Laura too much to even think of Forks. I couldn't blame her. Despite that this place was where she was born, she had gone through a lot of hard times like her mother's death, being knocked up during med school and walked out on, and then the passing of her father. She made it her life to helping people rather their injuries were physical or spiritual, and yet she struggled with her own. I wished I could do something, but Laura promised that one day she would let it all go and come back here someday.

Now, five years later, I was back in Forks. Only this time, I was alone. When I told my mother that after graduation I wanted to move to Forks for at least awhile, she didn't put up a fuss about that I should be putting college first. She already knew I wanted to be an artist, and she was sure I was going to make it in that field, no matter what method I took.

Laura simply told me with a reassuring motherly smile that even though I was not 18 yet, I was entering the adult world and I had to make my own decisions. She may have not fussed, but she did admit she hoped I would go to a nice college. It's not like we had to worry about financial aid or student loans for that matter, not with how much she was making, though my part time job at the time was nothing to brag about. Nevertheless, she gave me her blessing.

My mom has to be the most incredible woman I'll ever know.

The annoying radio DJ quickly came on the air just as the song ended. That was just fine, because I didn't have to listen to this guy's endless ranting of trying to sound like Howard Stern. I had my ipod. The very thing that kept me sane throughout this long trip in my used 1972 Honda civic was my selection of the classics like Aerosmith to new age such as Muse and even Keith Urban. Hey, I'm not much of a country fan, but I've got to admit he's got some pretty good songs, not to mention he's one helluva guitar player.

Right now, I just needed to find a hotel room for the night…..a descent one at most, and then tomorrow I would head over to the court house for the papers of Jonah's lodge that he left me in his will. It had been built many years ago in Forks and remained sturdy and strong even when my grandfather was not the 6'4 giant of a man I remember him but a knee-high adventurous toddler.

The drive had to be put on hold, however, when I noticed a large thick fallen half of a tree along the road, blocking the path ahead. My eyes narrowed as I began to slow the Honda with its screechy breaks, a frown already formed on my lips I came to, or actually managing to stop just a few feet away from the tree.

Well, at least the weather was clear tonight. Or, it looked so, anyways.

I had two choices. I could either get out and move the tree out of the way, which looked slightly impossible without assistance, or I could turn back around and try and find another road. The latter would take forever though, probably even take me back out of Forks thanks to some genius who apparently believed there didn't need to be any other way to town but just one road, unless you were to just abandon your car on the side of the road and find a way on foot through the woods. I wasn't about to abandon my car. I paid a lot with my own paychecks to have it fixed up with new breaks and a new stereo. Losing it now would just be a crushing blow. Sort of.

It was times like this though that I wish I owned a GPS.

With a defeated sigh, I switched off the engine, unfastened my seatbelt and stepped out of the civic, keeping the headlights on since there were hardly any streetlamps around, and the only other light was the silverish moonlight. I let out another sigh as I examined the tree, or the half of the tree. What ever broke this off of its base did real good. A lightening bolt maybe, since I didn't see any cuts with an axe, unless they were a pretty good lumberjack, and chainsaws were much more cleaner - straight-through than this.

I looked around, anticipating another vehicle that would likely come by and face the same obstacle I was now. Help would have been nice, but it didn't seem like there was hardly a soul on the road at this hour but myself. This was the stuff that horror movies were made of.

Horror movie or not, this fallen half of a tree was in my way and I was not about to let it stop me. I rolled back my shoulders that were actually broad despite my thin physique as I approached the smaller end of the tree. I bent down on my knees, moving my uncovered and unprotected hands underneath until I found a good grip on it. Taking a few quick deep breaths, I pushed myself up with my legs bringing the end of the tree with me, managing to lift it off the ground just far enough for me to slide it off the road, mostly. Easier said than done, but I succeeded.

Satisfied now that I could get be on my way and that I also did a good deed for any other drivers coming along this road, I clapped the dirt off from my hands and turned to head back to the Honda. I only managed one step before I abruptly stopped moving.

On the hood of my car, a shadowy figure was crouched down with his hands crossed between his knees. I squinted my eyes, trying to look beyond the glare of the headlights. All I could definitely tell that it was a man with close cut short dark hair. I could hardly see his eyes, but at least he wasn't wearing a hockey mask.

I just had to mention this being like a fucking horror movie, didn't I? Did I mention I hate horror movies, anyways?

I was a little startled, but I tried hard not to show it. Very, hard, I tried, but the butterflies of a not-so-good kind were flying all around in my stomach.

"U-Um, dude? That's my car."

I rolled my eyes. That was sure telling them by quoting part of the title of an Ashton Kutcher movie.

I heard the guy chuckle darkly, and somehow I could tell he was grinning when the hairs on the back of my neck began to stand up.

"We can see that."

I was really starting to get ticked off. I had just moved one heavy son of a bitch of a tree, or half of one anyways, right in the middle of the road and now I had some creepy weirdo who was probably drunk, looking like some sadistic predator on the hood of my Honda. Could this night just get any better....?!

…..Wait. Did he say, we?

A new scent suddenly came to my nose, cutting through the fresh pine fragrance of the forests of Forks. I couldn't recognize the smell, but I did realize it was coming from……aw, crap.

I quickly turned in a half circle to find another guy behind me, and this one I could clearly see his face. A part of me wishes I hadn't as a pair of glowing blood red eyes stared right back at me, intensely. If it wasn't weird enough, his skin looked like pale as the moon itself…..this guy had to have escaped from an asylum or something.

I turned back around to see the man who had been perched on the roof of my car, the grinner I called him, was now standing just inches from me. To my horror, his eyes and skin were the same as the guy behind.

I tried to keep my cool. I had to.

Both of them were definitely over the 6 foot mark compared to my 5'6 frame, and I could just tell they were dangerously built. Not giant pumped up bodybuilders, but these guys looked like they could easily break me in half with just the click of their fingers.

Well, I guess its clear now how that tree got into the middle of the road, now.

I could have begged - pleaded for them to spare my life, take my car or anything else I have of value that would save me, but I knew that wouldn't work. Something in the back of my mind told me that these guys wanted to hurt me.

Honestly, I didn't want to give in. Not anymore like I used to throughout high school. I didn't have it in me anymore to not take a stand.

Screw begging.

I sighed as I continued to stare at the grinner in front of me. I could probably guess that this guy went as Jack Nicholson's version of the Joker for Halloween.

The only thing I could say was the only thing on my mind at that moment.

"Just so you guys know, I'm not going to make this easy." It was a statement. A pure, bold and damn true statement.

The grinner's wicked smile became devilish.

"Good."

Thinking quickly, I spun around, my fist swinging along with me for a punch that I was sure would connect against the guy behind me.

Big mistake.

The guy was not even there anymore. It was like he just vanished into thin air. I almost thought he did.

No. I couldn't stop now. I had to fight back! Fight back!

I quickly gripped my fist in my hand for momentum as I drove my elbow back, hoping to connect with the grinner's gut if he was still behind me. Unfortunately, he was, but my blow never made it to its target as he easily caught my arm and grabbed me by my neck, lifting me right off the ground effortlessly.

His hand, it was cold as ice, and his grip was unnaturally strong.

Before I had a chance to register what was going on through my head, I felt myself pulled back and I was then flying in the air, deep into the woods. What broke my fall was the back of my head hitting against a nearby tree, this one rooted into the ground, and the world became a little blurry from the impact against the strong oak. At first, there were stars, metaphorically speaking, and then I found myself slipping in and out of darkness as I struggled to get up. I could hardly move, not even speak.

I could hardly even stay awake. I didn't even notice that the two red-eyes as I was now calling them as of the moment were both standing right over me. Both sharing the same hungry look, and now they were both grinning like wolves.

"Guess you're not so tough, after all." the tall brunette laughed.

The laughing abruply halted when I heard a low growl coming away from me and my attackers. I was still dazed from hitting the back of my head and my senses were on the fritz. I wasn't sure what was going on anymore. Apparently, from what I saw of the red-eyes' fearful expression that now dawned over their predatory gazes, they did.

Whatever made that sound, they were looking right at it.

What I saw was a flash of grey bolt right into the taller of the red-eyes. The shorter red-eye had not even reacted yet, and all I could hear was a man, the other red-eye, bellowing a blood curling scream before he was silenced after what sounded like sickening crunches that sent shivers down my spine.

The smaller red-eye gasped in horror. His back was turned to me. He never saw another animal - sandy-colored - lung at him and take him down, repeating the same process with almost the same agonizing scream, followed by loud hard crunching.

There was silence. I could still barely move, fighting to stay awake. I almost slipped until I saw the head of a large grey wolf, the first blur that I saw. Only, it was not like any wolf I had ever seen. Not exactly. For instance, its head was much larger than the normal size head of an actual wolf. It was staring directly down at me, into my eyes. Its hot breath gently blowing against my ear.

Despite this shocking discovery, I wasn't afraid. I just couldn't feel scared for some reason.

In some mysterious and mystical way, it was….beautiful.

I closed my eyes for just a brief moment, not knowing if this was all real or that the blow to the back of my head was making me see things that looked like they were from mythology or from some young adult novel. When I opened my eyes again, the wolf was no longer there. My eyes, though weak, managed to grow wide when in the wolf's place was the face of a woman.

A very beautiful woman, with hair as black as night, the tips gracing her bare slender shoulders, bangs dangling around her almond-shaped chocolate brown eyes and gorgeous long eyelashes. Her lips were full, red like cherries and roses, and her copper skin was perfect as it glistened in the moonlight. An exotic beauty…….no. A goddess.

I thought I heard her suddenly gasp, and the look she was giving me, not of concern, but an awestruck gaze that I could only imagine mirrored my own. If I could blush from such a look, I would have. It wasn't the pain that was preventing me….actually, it was….because in that instant, there was no pain There was no fear. There was not even the forest or the moon perfectly centered in the starlit sky…..None of it mattered.

There was only her.

I tried to speak, but the darkness was returning.

"Shhh."

I was brought back to life in just an instant when I felt the soft touch of her hand on my cheek, caressing my skin gently before she moved her hand up higher, stroking back the bangs of my blond hair.

"You're safe now. Just relax."

Just as she said those words, I knew she was right. I was safe. I could feel it. This woman was not a goddess; she was an angel.

I allowed myself to slip into unconsciousness, knowing I would be alright.

Before the darkness took me, I almost didn't hear her her last words in a soft, hushed tone that would've made my heart burst out of my chest if I wasn't so weak, and it almost did. Words that escaped from her perfect lips.

"My love."

My angel.

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