AN: Well, I will have to warn you, this is not an Imprint novel, no matter how closely related to the characters of the series is. Noel Call, Marigold and Embry Call's daughter, has just turned fourteen and is discovering that she's not entirely human.

Chapter 1

I won't tell you how annoying school is. Especially when we moved out of town in the middle of the year and had to get adjusted to our new lives.

"You're twins?"

"You sure don't look alike."

"Are you, like, that creepy type of twins that talks exactly at the same time?"

It's always the same questions, every time. Yes, we're twins. No, we aren't similar in any way. I've never been close enough with my brother to experiment.

You see, I'm not like my family in any way, shape, or form. My dad is a werewolf. Whoop-de-doo. My mom is the chieftess of her tribe. Hooray. My twin brother is writing a novel. I'm so lucky to have him.

Me? I do nothing spectacular. I mimic languages and traits. I think I know every language there is in the world except ancient Hebrew.

"Alle som disse forbanner folk," I muttered darkly. "Jeg kan ikke tro dette er all fordi jeg var nysgjerrig om hvordan å bli en vampyr."

My family, who had no clue what I was even saying, ignored me. I think they had a rough idea of what I was complaining about, though.

"Try speaking in a language I can actually translate," my brother spat at me.

"Übersetzen Sie dies, Genie. Ich hasse Sie," I hissed back, leaning into my car door. I reached down and pulled my notebook out of my backpack. I wrote the word "vampire" in all the languages I remember.

"Вампир"

"Upír"

"Vampyr"

My brother leaned over and read the last one, which I wrote in Danish. He gasped.

"Mom, she's contimplating becoming a vampire again," he tattled.

"Stop acting like you're five," I grumbled as my mom took the notebook and read through it.

"This," My mom said, pointing at the words, "will not get you what you want. You'll never get it, as long as I live!"

"Vampier," I yelled out loud. My brother covered his mouth in shock. My dad almost swerved off the road in surprise. "Vampyyri, Vampire, Vampir, राक्षस, Válnak, Vampiro, Vampyr, خفاش شب!-"

"Noel Clara Call, you will stop this nonsense right now!" my dad ordered. I stopped and glared.

"You're such a freak," my brother mumbled.

"Caleb, leave Noel alone," my mom warned.

"You think it, too! She's too different! Maybe she's not a Call at all," he said.

"Fine. I'm not related, so I don't belong here," I said, opening the car door while we were going at fifty miles per hour. My dad slammed on the brakes.

"Thanks, Embry," I snarled, getting out and running away.

Okay, while I'm running, I might as well tell you my story. Like I said before, I'm nothing like my family. My dad fights vampires. My mom fights vampirin, the evil creature that comes from the souls of bad vampires. My brother is training to fight vampires when the werewolf gene kicks in.

Me? I want to see what it's like to be a vampire.

I went into Carlisle's study one day and asked him what life as a vampire is like. He told me it requires patience, which I don't have. I asked him what it would be like if he weren't vegetarian. He told me that he may never know. I gave up on him.

The only two people I've ever asked after that were Jasper and Emmett. Jasper, because he spent most of his life drinking human blood and living in the shadows. Emmett, because he always spills the juicy tidbits.

"You live as a constant threat," Jasper told me. "You feel like you can take down the world and keep it for yourself. You think you're unstoppable. Daytime will always remind you that you're different."

"Blood will taste like the sweetest candy to you," Emmett guffawed, lifting up a tree by its roots and throwing it, confusing a herd of wild deer. "At least, human blood does. Animal blood will taste like tofu to you. It satifies the health and body, but you're always craving a nice, juicy steak."

I asked Edward about it, and that was what got me in trouble. Edward, the tattletale, grew concerned and told my parents. They got mad and told me we were moving.

Here I am now, running for dear life knowing a big grey wolf will stop me in my tracks eventually and ground me when we get home.

I started to change my looks. Along with my impressive trait and language mimckry, I can also mimic looks and personnas, as well.

I shortened my hair into a pixie cut and made it blond. I made my eyes emerald green and my face round but still angular. I was different. I could be an average hiker. I lost my hoodie and ripped my jeans until they were knee-length shorts.

Okay, how stupid was it of me to run off without my backpack? It had snacks and water and my notebook in it. I groaned with disbelief.

Running wasn't hard for me. I can easly pick up vampire traits as well as a human's. I can run at their speed, which makes the run back to Oregon a whole lot easier.

I finally made it to a familiar house and knocked on the door.

"Noel?" Harry asked in disbelief when he opened the door. "I thought you guys were on the road."

"Marigold, Embry, and Caleb are, I'm not."

"You should be with your family..." he said, but I cut him off.

"They're no family of mine. I disowned them."

"Noel-"

"No. I'm leaving. I need help."

"Sure... guess..."

Harry led me in and the rest of the Cullen clan was an uproar. Tabby, who was playing chess with Jasper, looked up in wild shock. Jasper looked bewhildered with all the emotions circling the air.

"Noel!"

"Noel?"

"I thought you were across America right now!"

"How'd you get here-?"

"SHUT UP!" I yelled. "I disowned my family. But I ask of you for the last time for a favor. I need clothes, money, and tickets to anywhere in the world. And a passport."

"Here, Noel," Alice said, coming downstairs- when did she go up?- with a backpack.

"You're letting her do this on her own?" Esme asked, outraged.

"This was the last thing I saw before the vision turned blank. If Noel had stayed with her family, they would disappear along with her. Eventually, I'll see them dead, and Noel missing. I think it's best if Noel runs away."

"Thanks, Alice," I said, tking the backpack.

"Be careful, Noel. In that backpack are also some knives. They're made with venom, so it cuts through vampire skin. I want you to be able to protect yourself out there. They are made so no metal detector can sense them. They'll be invisible."

"You gave her the knives?" Carlisle asked.

"Would you rather see the family and possibly herself dead?"

"No, I wouldn't," Carlisle agreed, frowning.

"Good luck, Noel," Alice said, hugging me for what I thought was the last time.

The next thing I knew, I was on a plane to Italy.