Roxy POV

We looked around at our surroundings we were supposed to now call "home".

Tall pine trees casted shadows over the hillsides under grey and wet skies. An eerie breeze blew strong and cold, twirling our hair around our faces as my sister and I gave each other a warning glance; something about this place screamed trouble

We had just arrived by plane to the small town called Forks, Washington, in order to start a new life. Our mother and father had passed away 6 months earlier due to what our local news station called a "gas leak" leading up to the burning of our home in Italy. But Evelyn and I knew better; the Volturi had been after our family for quite some time. We were born into a world of mythical and magical creatures that no human had yet to discover. And it just so happens that our parents were also a part of that world. Many knew our father as the Shape shifting Demon of Darkness and our mother as the Beautiful Bearer of Light. Together, they were a force unstoppable to the universe, posing a threat to many evil creatures that thirsted for the great power that our parents possessed. The value of that power increased greatly with the birth of their two daughters; Evelyn and Roxanna Facciolo. My sister and I carried on the magical genes from our parents; Evelyn took after our mother and received the Gift of Light and I took after our father who embraced the Gift of Darkness. Our parents were perfect for each other, even though they were complete opposites. My mother could give life to any object or being, given my father could rip it out from underneath them in the blink of an eye.

We missed our parents dearly and I saw the sadness and worry in my sister's emerald orbs as we stood facing the entrance of the small ghost of a town. I clasped her slender hand in mine and gave her a squeeze of confidence as we marched forward into our new future.

The small yellow taxi screeched to halt as we pulled into the cobblestone driveway to our new home. The house was small yet had a comforting feel. Baby blue paint accented the outside of our home with white trimmings to go along with it. Evergreens were scattered around our rather large piece of land. We'd bought ten acres of land from our father's dear friend, Carlisle Cullen, whom we had yet to meet. Our father told us stories of how good Carlisle was to him and our entire family. He also mentioned that the Cullen family was quite different, as were we, but Evelyn and I had to see it with our own eyes.

As if on cue, tires skidded to a stop just past our driveway. In a flash, a tall yet slender man with wise golden eyes and matching sun kissed hair gracefully walked in our direction and stopped a few feet before us. Evelyn sank behind me and said nothing. I felt her clutch the back of my shirt as if she had seen a demon of such, then I faced the man my father had described as Carlisle Cullen. His skin was ivory in color, flawless and beautiful like a perfectly carved statue.

"Hello," I greeted him with a warm smile and extended my hand to his,

"Carlisle, I presume?"

He took my hand.

"Yes. And I'm assuming you are Roxanna?"

I nodded and stepped away from my sister, leaving her in plain view.

"This is my sister, Evelyn Facciolo."

I gave her a reassuring nod and she shook his hand and politely said,

"Hello Mr. Cullen."

He smiled at her respect for authority.

"Please," he began, "No need for the formalities…just Carlisle."

She nodded shyly.

Evelyn had always been the quietest in the family; I chalked it up to her kindness and intelligence.

"Carlisle, I'd like to express our gratitude for helping us start a new life here in Washington."

"No problem at all." He replied, "Anything for my very close friend, our late Apollo."

I looked at my sister and I saw something very unusual in the light of her eyes.

"Will you excuse us for a moment?" I asked.

He nodded.

I looked to Evelyn and gestured towards the side of the house that was out of view. I started walking and she followed suit.

"Eve?" I asked in concern, "Are you alright?"

"…Something isn't right."

Her face was scrunched up, just like it did when she thought too hard.

"Eve, you're worrying too much. Give Carlisle and his family a chance to gain our trust."

"No you have to believe me something is terribly wrong Roxanna" she said in a whisper.

"Stop it right now Evelyn. I understand that you feel a tad uncomfortable around Carlisle, but you've got to stay calm…we don't even know him."

"Exactly! We DON'T EVEN KNOW HIM!"

Her voice grew louder and louder with every passing breath.

"Evel…"

"NO! I know when something is wrong and there is DEFINITLEY some foul play around here!"

And with that, she turned and ran around the corner, then right through the front door.

I hated to see her worry the way she did, but she stressed herself almost to the point of breaking ever since Mother and Father had passed. I turned to find Carlisle with his back to me. He stood tall and proud, the wind blew in circles around him as he watched the trees sway.

He seemed to give off a good aura…compassion and wisdom were words I could have used to sum him up. I put Eve's minor panic attack behind me for the moment and approached Carlisle.

"Please excuse Evelyn. She hasn't been the same since our parents were taken from us."

Carlisle shook his head, "There's no need to apologize. Your mother and father were very dear to many of us."

His expression showed a slight sadness.

"They were very powerful and respected icons in the magical world. Your mother was a kind soul, brilliant and generous. Her beauty carries on through the two of you."

I closed my eyes and remembered my mother in all of her glory. I pictured her long auburn locks gleaming like raging flames in the sunlight. Her hair stood out against her olive toned skin along with her green eyes that always held peace and tranquility in them. My sister was the spitting image of our mother, both physically and emotionally. I, on the other hand, carried my father's exotic features; we shared the same royal blue eyes that demanded respect and shone bright against bronzed skin. I was curvy and had an athletic body, but my favorite feature was my hair- silky, long and dark purple like my father's. As a child, he would allow me to tie his long mane into a thick, beautiful braid that would hang gracefully down his back.

I then brought myself back into reality as I felt my heart break all over again; I missed my parents greatly.

"Roxanna?"

I had completely forgotten about Carlisle.

"Carlisle, I'm so-,"

He interrupted me with a raise of his hand.

"It's alright. I miss them dearly as well."

I smiled weakly and decided to change the subject before I became too emotional. I hated crying or moping infront of anyone. It showed weakness and I wasn't weak.

"So Carlisle," I began, "you aren't human, are you?"

He seemed a bit taken back by my outright question. Carlisle had a lot to learn because 'blunt' was my middle name.

A small smile played his lips before he answered, " No, I am not human. But then again, neither are the two of you, correct?"

I shook my head in agreement.

"I am a vampire, just like the rest of my family."

My face was scrunched in utter shock and confusion.

"But how is it that you all live in a human community? Are they aware of what you are? Do you all really feed on human blood?!"

Skeptical thoughts plagued my mind as I became unsure of mine and Evelyn's safety in this town.

The pale man shook his head and took to studying the dull sky above us.

"No, my dear. We do not feed on human blood."

I tilted my head awaiting an explanation.

"My family and I partake in a special diet; we are vegetarians, meaning we only feed on the blood of animals. And no, the humans are unaware of what we are. We live here in peace because we dont cause problems or arouse any suspicion."

'I'm liking the Cullens more already.'

I thought to myself and let out a sigh of relief.

He nodded and continued, "Anyways, we have actually faired well here in Forks along with the humans and werewolves-,"

My eyes widened to saucers as I interrupted him, "Werewolves?! There are werewolves here too?!"

He nodded calmly and gestured to a dirt road leading into a spread of pine trees and evergreens.

"That road leads to the Reservation in La Push. There reside the Quileute tribes, or descendants, along with other Native American residents,"

Placing my index and middle fingers to my temples, I tried my hardest to absorb this new bit of information. Werewolves…really? This was very interesting. My eyes wondered back to the dirt road as Carlisle continued on about the Quileutes.

'Hmm…I wonder if Evelyn would be up for something like an adventure…' I thought to myself.

"May I ask what kind of creatures you and your sister are?"

I narrowed my eyes to him and debated whether or not revealing my other side to him was such a grand idea.

'Hmm…well I don't see why not. Father trusted him enough, why shouldn't we? And either way, if he tries something funny, I'll end his life.'

After all, that is what I was meant to do. Like my father, I had the ability to steal the breath of life from anyone or anything.

I casually shrugged my shoulders.

Without a word, I turned and walked into a small clearing in between the back of our house and what seemed like a never-ending forest line. I was always extremely protective of mine and my sister's powers, but in that moment I felt it would be safe to at least show Carlisle a fraction of my magic ability.

Once I felt like I was out of anyone's view but Carlisle's, I closed my eyes and focused on phasing.

The wind picked up around me as I began to transform. I spread my arms to either side of my body and my fingernails elongated into razor sharp claws. Snow white fur erupted from my skin and my pearly teeth were replaced with long and thick fangs. I let out a terrifying roar as I opened my eyes to find even the stoic Dr. Carlisle Cullen trembling at the sight of my inner demon.

I stood a towering eight and a half feet tall and about five feet wide. I bared my fangs in a playful smile at Carlisle as I prowled over to him. He seemed to physically relax as he caught on to my lighthearted expression. I stopped a mere foot in front of him and bowed my enormous head in respect.

He slowly reached his rather large and cold hand out to stroke my fur and I purred in response.

"You really are your father's daughter." He said with a genuine smile. "Although, I wonder why you took the form of a tiger and not a panther like Apollo…?"

I shrugged my stout shoulders in response.

"Is Evelyn still in school?" asked Carlisle.

I snorted along with a nod.

A chuckle escaped him and he then suggested that I take a stroll down to the Reservation and speak to one of the 'Elders' of the Quileute tribe. He stated that they could be helpful in that department.

I then thanked Carlisle once again and gestured my goodbye before turning back to face my home like a tigress on a mission. In all reality, I was on a mission. I was on a mission to sign my sister up for school, because there was no way in hell she was dropping out, and to find out more about the Quileute and possibly meet a werewolf.

Evelyn and I shared the gift of telepathy thanks to our great grandmother, who was also a part of the demonic world we were born into.

'Evelyn?'

…there was no response.

'Eve, I know you can hear me. Will you please come out and talk?'

Again, I heard nothing. I busied myself with the soft green earth beneath my paws until I heard our front door open and then close. I looked up to see my sister standing before me with a worried expression in place.

'What happened?' She thought to me and I gave her a toothy grin. She was always a worry wart and it looked like I would have to work on that.

'Nothing bad, I suppose.'

I let her into my memories of the events that had just taken place. She visibly relaxed knowing that I could truly sense Carlisle's kindness and felt safe enough to transform before him.

'Are you sure you made the right decision changing right in front of him?'

'It was more of a warning.'

I smirked at the thought. It would be a grave mistake to underestimate my sister and I, for the Cullens had no idea of the wrath and havoc we could bring upon this quiet town.

For the first time that day my sister smiled. I felt better knowing she was easing up a bit.

'Anyways, Carlisle said we should speak to the Elders of the Quileute tribe about enrolling you in school.'

She nodded in agreement.

'You should take flight and stay in the trees…I don't know what kind of dangers are beyond the forest line.'

I could see her eyes light up at the thought. We hadn't been able to transform for some time, seeing as how we were trying to blend into the human community.

She went back a few steps and she closed her eyes.

Large wings covered in soft white feathers sprouted from her shoulder blades. They stretched two feet above the messy auburn bun on her head. She pulled out the band holding her hair in place, letting it cascade down her back in large curls. Her green irises sparkled before she let out a hardy laugh and soared into the sky. Her wings flapped elegantly against the grey clouds and I could see she missed flying as much as I missed running throughout the countryside. My sister also carried on another trait from our great grandmother: she was an angel, literally.

'Enough, Eve. Let's find ourselves some trouble.' I thought to her with a grin.

'Sounds good to me!'

With that, we headed into the woods to start our new adventure.