Disclaimer - I dont own any of the characters, and do not intend to make money off of this, just thought of it randomly, and decided to try my hand at writing. Reviews would be appreciated.

PROLOGUE

Elle sat alone in her room. She wondered what she was even doing in Forks. Her father, Carlisle, had left her mother 868 years ago now, left her to die, knowing she was pregnant. He had never tried to find her. So, why was she trying so damn hard to meet him? Would he even care? Her gut told her he wouldn't. Or, maybe, even worse, he would want her to leave!

What drew her to this stupid small town? Those were questions running through her mind, at midnight one uneventful night. One of many, possibly how the rest of her life would go, she believed.

Alistair had raised her as a father figure, which was odd, seeing as he was the most reclusive, hermit-like nomad there was. But he had always loved and cared for her, as if she was his own flesh and blood. Every night, she blamed herself. For her mother's death, for Carlisle not wanting her.

For no one ever loving her. She had never found a mate. No one ever wanted her, she felt defective. No one on the earth would care if she just fell off it… or would they?

She tried not to think back, to remeber the pain she had been through... The rape by James, that nomad the Cullens destroyed... The fact that her own father disowned her without ever knowing her. Her eyes filled with tears, and she felt weak. "What is wrong with me?" she murmured into her pillow, fighting with all of her energy not to spend another night crying.

"I'm sick and tired of crying..." she whispered, biting her lip, trying not to feel the bitterness in her heart. Then, she smelled a vampire. She hissed angrily, jumping up from her bed and crouching.

Elle was like Renesmee, a hybrid. She smelled human, but had many strange abilities, and was a strict "vegetarian". She'd chosen that lifestyle. She couldn't stand taking lives away from people.

Elle waited, heart thudding loudly against the walls of her ribs, in her animal-like crouch. A strange man jumped in through her window. She growled lowly. "Who are you?" she said through gritted teeth, clenching her fists, coiled up and ready to strike like a snake.

The man looked at her, with beautiful topaz eyes, and a beautiful porcelain face. When he spoke, it was like bells. "I'm Edward Cullen... Alice told me there was a half-vampire sitting in here.. I wanted to see for myself."

Elle automatically pulled out of her crouch, staring at him. "Cullen?" she asked, her jaw dropping.

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Edward couldn't stand her thoughts. It made him want to sob, hearing how she felt about things. He stared at her, in awe. She looked so much like Carlisle, it was stunning. The only difference was her deep blue eyes, and a slight tan in comparison.

"Cullen?" the girl asked, looking shocked. She thought "Maybe he knows my father... But why didn't he come here? Why doesn't he want to see me..." she frowned, looking at the ground.

Edward stared at the girl, marveling in the similarities, and differences, hardly hearing her speak. He concentrated on her jaw line, just like Carlisle's, her cheekbones, her nose... He listened to her thoughts, and he walked up to her, cupping her chin in his hand. "He wants to see you. He's scared you won't forgive him for what he's done."

Elle stared at him with wide eyes. "How do you know?" she spat out, trying to hide her face from his, to hide her tears.

Edward laughed slightly. "I can hear thoughts. He never forgave himself..."

Elle glared at him through the wetness in her eyes. "Then why didn't he just come see me?!" she said, pushing Edward away. Edward could hear another set of thoughts. Jacob Black's. He jumped out the window.