Hi there. Welcome to my first twilight fanfic ever to be published. So I have had this idea for years now and just now I have decided to give it a go just because. So I used to be a hardcore twilight fan back in year 5 or so until I was like in year 7 (which is kind of a lot considering twilight is kind of trashy) Please don't hate me for saying that! However, althought I don't think Twilight is a masterpiece, I'm kind of attached to it and I find many of it's characters to be quite interesting such as Jasper or Rosalie or Charlie just to name some of them, so I wanted to try and play a little with this world. This story will have two main OCs and it will be an eventual JASPERXOC and EDWARDXOC and it's set when Bella first arrives at Forks (about a month or so later) Please give it a go, it may not be Nobel worth it but I think it has potential. I don't like Bella so you won't be getting much of her in this story. Anywhosie, please please review if you liked the first chapter and the story in general. Wish you all are doing well.

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we're the new romanticsThe best people in life are free

Her thick eyelashes broke free quickly one from the other, as a pair of butterflies. The pain was almost finished; she could feel it leaving her sore body. How long had she been asleep? She tried remembering but not much came to her mind, just blurry faces and not much information. She tried to think about how many nights had she been asleep but the pain had made it seem as if had been centuries of living in hell. Her name was Anna. 'Anna, my little angel' she could remember a soft voice saying, her mother, she supposed although unable to recall her face. A strong white light was hitting her eyes which kept her trying to focus on something, anything, but her eyelids were far too heavy for her to open them completely. It was all black again.

"The venom should be leaving her body anytime now" a man announced; the exhaustion from his voice palpable.

"Can she hear us?" a woman asked.

"She can hear us, see us, understand us and feel us" he replied "She looks about sixteen, seventeen as a maximum "he then paused "Alright, maybe even younger. She could be fifteen"

"Adam, that's awfully young! What were we even thinking?" the woman said, her voice filled with horror. Then, after a few seconds her unsure voice added "Despite all, I think this could be the happiest moment in all my life" she sobbed "She looks perfect"

"I know" he sobbed as well "Our perfect little girl"

As if the were queuing to do so, they both kissed Anna on her forehead, sweetly and carefully, the way parents would do with their newborn child. He smelled like blood; she, like wild flowers. Together, they smelled like love. Anna wanted to hug them and tell them to make everything better, to get her away from her pain.

She tried opening her eyes one more time and managed to blink after a lot of effort. It took most of her energy, but the reaction from the woman was completely worth it, or at least Anna thought it to be so for she had never heard a voice filled with as much love as she did next.

"She blinked!" the woman shouted, full of excitement "Oh, she's trying to look at us. Annie, I'm Barbara, I'm mom. Can you see me?"

"No, she can't" Adam said.

Anna's body tensed as soon as she heard those words come out of his mouth. How was it possible someone else could be able to determine what she could and what she could not? It made no sense at all. She remembered being able to decide for herself before, or at least, she had no memories of it being like it was at the moment.

"Why not?" who claimed to be her mother asked, apparently for the two of them since voicing out her own opinion just seemed totally energy draining for Anna.

"She's too weak now. She's been on transition for six days so far, honey, and you can see she needed to be bitten quite a lot for she was too weak before. Needs some rest before she's able to do anything at all"

"Can you try and erase the marks?"

"Not really, there's not much I can do about it now. She'll just have to live with them, but don't worry; they won't be too noticeable for humans as they are for us."

Did that sentence somehow implicate they weren't humans? Was she a human? She could not remember, but she supposed she was. She remembered what the word human meant and by what she could recall about herself, she seemed to have all the characteristics a human would have. Were these people not human? Then how could it be they were her parents? And if not humans, what were they then?

Barbara started crying; her sobbing was no longer out of happiness.

"There, honey…" Adam tried to calm her down "Just a few hours and then she will be ready"

"It's not because of that" Barbara took a deep breath.

"Then why?"

"She is so beautiful and has so much potential…" she sobbed, again "It breaks my heart to know she has to live… you know… like us"

"And what's wrong with that?" he replied but it seemed as if he knew what the answer was.

Barbara giggled.

"You're kidding, right?

"Barb, things won't always be as difficult for us. Not anymore" he told her "Anna's here to prove that, isn't that right? Look, in a few more years we could visit your sister in Missouri, she's on grandchild… what? Number seven? You'll be able to do all of that. You'll see"

"Oh yeah? What makes you think she won't recognize me in a few years as she did two years ago in that dirty supermarket" She said with disbelief and annoyance.

"Well, you have a daughter now. And with the right pair of sunglasses, maybe a better wig than last time... All we have to do until then is play by the rules and be as much of ourselves as we can be, living the most normal kind of life we can have"

"Well, I'm tired of it" She muttered with a sigh, like a little child just about to throw a tantrum.

"I know, but now we have her, right? She is giving us a new chance. Barb, we're parents now. Tomorrow we will be leaving for Ontario and we'll get a nice house, near a nice school, near the woods. We won't be alone ever again. Who knows, we may even be a part of the school parents committee"

She giggled softly.

Anna was dying to know what it was that worried her mother so much. But asking the question would imply energy, thing she lacked of. She felt as if her body had been on fire. With a feeling of extreme heaviness, she was soon into the deepest darkness again. She could no longer listen to her parent's conversation nor smell the flowers and the blood from their necks. Even thinking was exhausting.

Anna could only trust that when she woke up her parents would be still there and would forgive her for not remembering them. She really had tried, but she was unable to recall their faces, their likes or their personalities. She also wished that for when she woke up, what uneased her mother would be long gone, and if not, she would try and make it go away.

OOO

The four hours fly from New York City to Seattle had been an absolute nightmare and it had appeared to be much longer that it actually was. The road trip from Seattle to Forks had been even worse, if that was possible. A feeling of guilt seemed to be hanging in the air ever since they left the upper east sider penthouse where the family had been living during their whole lives, and the torture didn't go smoother at any point. The only way Penelope Spencer could avoid the feeling was pretending she was asleep, thing she was very good at.

However, pretending to be and actually being asleep were different concepts. The main difference laid on the fact that Penelope had no escape from hearing her sister's multiple complains about moving, thing that made her feel even guiltier if possible. She knew the older Spencer was probably being overly dramatic, but she couldn't help but feel she was ruining her life.

Depressionland; Loserville; Dumbstale. Those were some of the names Charlotte Spencer had baptized the city of Forks before even arriving at the place. His father told her off once or twice but the complaining of his older daughter grew stronger as soon as it began raining and so did his frowning. Why hadn't he just had boys?

"Ugh. It's raining! Fabulous, isn't it? It matches the place"

Then she rolled her eyes. Penelope didn't even need to look to know that had been the case, it was her sister's signature since she had reached her teens. Still, she threw her a look just to confirm her theory and realized she was right.

Then Charlotte began complaining about having to move there because of her sister's heart failure for like the 20th time the same week. According to her argument, Penelope had survived fifteen years in a city full of 'polluted' air now her parents loved complaining about; was it going to kill her to do it for another few months? That gained her a scold from their mother, CeCe. Then her father told her they weren't moving because of her sister's conditions but because Fork High's was unbelievably good and only a few minutes away from home, which happened to be openly in contact with nature, thing the family needed.

"Besides, the whole thing is about getting in touch with nature and get away from all that Manhattan superficial rubbish"

Charlotte was indeed not too happy about not winning an argument since that wasn't what she was used to. She was blonde, smart and with perfect proportions; girls like her were used to getting their way around things; not to mention she was the eldest of the two, meaning she always got her way on arguments with her little sister.

Penelope tried to hide her smile, not wanting to give away her façade. Her father, John was a famous plastic surgeon, and her mother had a modeling agency. Superficial rubbish was all they knew about; they worshiped it and it ruled their world. With that and all, Penelope was grateful for her parents' attempts to get Catherine off her back for a while.

Over all Penelope Spencer could say she had a loving and perfect family (and perfect like, in every sense)

John had been blessed with a Spanish kind of beauty, despite his whole family being from Rhode Island. His smile was as warm as hot chocolate and his perfect tan seemed to never disappear, not even during the coldest months of the year. He was only fourty seven but the glow in his dark brown eyes made him look like someone not over thirty. Of course his physical aspect helped him a lot with his patients who could only hope that went the procedure was over, they would look as eternally young as Dr. John Spencer.

Cecilia, or CeCe as she preferred to be called was originally from Montecito, California but had moved to New York just after finishing college in hopes of becoming a model but soon was told she was too short for such a career, so naturally settled for her own modeling agency. She had a perfect skin, thanks to her husband and his multiple needles and just as her husband, despite being of the age of forty nine she didn't look past thirty two. She wore a stylish blonde bob and blue eyes and everyone told her that she could've been a successful commercial model if she had tried a little harder, but she swore that having her own agency was her job of choice; besides, how many people could vaunt about being a respected judge in American Next Top Model's three times in a row?

Charlotte was fortuned enough to be a mixture between both her parents. She was just as short as her mother, which didn't help if she had wanted to archive a modeling career but her petite size helped her do wonders in what concerned her closet which was overflowed with every single brand mentioned in Vogue's magazine. She had taken after her mother's blue eyes and her father's tanned skin. Her cheekbones resembled one of Bernini's masterpieces. Her hair was long, wavy and with the colour of butter toffee. Strangers used to take pictures of her secretly and give it to their own surgeons.

And so did Penelope.

She had tried not to pay that much attention to the way she looked during her younger years. It was difficult enough having everyone who knew her but her parents and one grandmother talking about how her non perfect physical appearance contrasted with the perfection of her family's to also have herself complaining about it as well. Sure, her hair was boring and black and with basically not a lot of shine, and sure, her facial bone structure was weak, and yes, probably her teeth looked like small like fangs and it could be possible that actually no one really paid attentions to those things since her nose was the main attraction in that amusement park science dared to call a face but was it really so bad? Yes, to put it simple, she had been blessed with a nose that seemed like a big hook (her paternal grandmother said she took after her aunt Eleonor's real nose) Little did Penelope care, her talent was somewhere else, her feet, she was a ballet prodigy. She had danced since she was four and became a professional by fourteen, receiving propositions from the Russian national company along many others. Her teachers said she was the Roger Federer of ballet. Sadly, her life as a dancer didn't last long.

She had been running with her sister in central park when it all happened. Both sisters would go for a run every afternoon, which was one of the few things they did together, and they would always race each other which resulted in Penelope winning (one of the few things she won over Charlotte). Last time they did It the result was different; while the eldest Spencer was celebrating her victory over her youngest sister, she failed to notice Penelope was anywhere to be seen; when se traced back her own steps she found her little sister laying on the ground, pale as snow and having seizures.

The doctors said she had a rare heart condition which was not curable and was also pretty dangerous if she kept keeping as active as she was used to.

Things got even worse after she was released from the clinic.

She had lived a happy and calm life at her former school, a school ran by and for ballerinas and other dancers, whose main preoccupation was dancing and for whom academics came second. Going to such a competitive school didn't help her in socializing, since most people there were far too preoccupied with getting to be the protagonist in the Nutcracker rather than befriending their competition so naturally when she had to move schools to Spence, she didn't nail the social part. Spence School for girls was highly elitist and was invested in academia, so naturally most of their students valued it as well, which meant Penelope was behind. The girls at Spence called her funny names or worse, completely ignored her. Right, at her old school, Plitchard she had had the same face and she guessed some girls must have commented on it once or twice, but there she had her talent and the respect or envy that came with it; at Spence she got nothing.

John was unable to bear that his daughter with great symmetric potential kept on suffering, so that same Hannukkah he told her one of his friends had discovered that a surgery to her breathing canals could help take off pressure which meant her heart could improve slightly, meaning there was a small chance she would be able to dance as well.

"Oh, sweetheart, isn't that delightful?" Cece said while hungging her youngest from the shoulders, softly resting her chin on the top of her head.

"No more Rudolph then" Charlotte joked.

"It's about her health, Charlotte, not her physical appearance" John told her off, trying to convince Penelope.

"Wow, dad. That's really amazing" She said grateful while hugging her father, although she wasn't sure how a nose job was going to relieve her heart failure. However, pretending she believed him gave her some hope.

During winter break she got the surgery. Waking up, she found she had a pretty small nose just like a fairy from children's story books and teeth implants so goodbye to Count Dracula as well, she thought. The surgery made her so weak that she lost at least three kilograms from it which got her access to her mother's old clothes. Of course she had offered to get her younger daughter new clothes that went on with her previous style, but the sadness from still not being able to dance made Penelope not even care about it.

Going back to school girls were nicer. She was then accepted. She hated it.

When her grandfather Henry died, Grandma Carol asked Penelope to dance as a form of tribute. Her parents had been worried about it since the doctors discouraged her putting too much effort into most physical things, but Grandma Carol had always been too sweet to Penelope even before her surgeries, so she decided to just do it. One time wasn't going to kill her, right? Wrong. Paramedics were all over the place. She had managed to steal all the attention from old grandfather Henry. She had a heart attack at the age of fifteen. They told her she had to get a pacemaker, nothing too urgent, the surgery could probably be postponed for a few years but they recommended her having it as soon as possible, and that was what John and CeCe thought too. The only problem (besides having her chest wide open while people touched internal organs which were critical for her to keep breathing) was that the pre surgery process was almost as complicated as the actual thing: she had to live a stress free life at least for a few months before it; easy thing to say in New York City.

After that John and CeCe decided to put their youngest daughter first and located the smallest town they could find with the best medical care in all of the United States, which turned out to be Forks, Washington.

The house in Forks was out of town, near the woods. The closest house near it was at half a kilometer away, which meant that the only stress Penelope should beware of would be her own family's. The house was about the same size than their penthouse in Manhattan but it was far less trendy, or at least according to Charlotte, thing Penelope hated to admit to be true, considering they lived in one of Upper West Side's trendiest buildings.

The new house counted with five rooms, four bathrooms and a acclimatized pool. It was obvious the house had been modern somewhere around in the 80s, just not anymore. The biggest room was of course her parents's and it was the size of about half the bottom floor, along with the biggest bathroom which was also theirs. A sliding glass door allowed you to see a long pool which looked about new and which surely John must have gotten built since he always used to swim every morning back in New York, to keep in shape. In front of their parent's room there was a nice medium sized kitchen and the dining room, where their crystal table and eight black chairs contrasted with the old house.

Upstairs, the second biggest room of course belonged to Charlotte, but Penelope was so happy she couldn't care less… okay, she cared but that didn't mean anything. That room was about twice the size from the one in New York, not to mention her bathroom had a big Jacuzzi and an even bigger mirror which she was sure would serve her sister right. She could let Charlotte have the bigger room.

Her room was smaller than the one in New York and with far more spider webs on the ceiling; at least she had a big window which offered a view to the forest, nothing to be seen miles away since their neighbor's house was on her sister's side of the floor. The closet was decent sized and the bathroom was just right.

"Penelope!" her sister shouted out.

Quickly the youngest Spencer ran to her sister's aid, who had probably seen a spider and was expecting for Penelope to kill her, as usual.

"Look!" her sister said, eyes glued to the window.

The youngest couldn't believe her sister had screamed just for that and she also couldn't believe she had actually ran instead of walking, definitely not a wise thing to do when you have to get heart surgery. If her parents had seen her she would never hear the end of it. It took her a few minutes to walk over the window to see whatever her sister was trying to show her.

When she got closer she realized why her sister's voice was so desperate. Out in the woods, a few meters away from their house there were two boys; well, correction, not just two boys: the hottest boys both Penelope and Charlotte had ever seen (and they had met male models) Both of them seemed to be hiking, judging by their clothes. From what they could see from their spot (which wasn't a lot), both appeared to be tall and well built; one of them with bronze hair and another one blonde. They could have spent the whole day staring but one of them raised his eyes and saw them, which made both sisters fall to the ground.

"Oh my god, do you think they saw us?" Penelope asked.

"Oh, they definitely did"

They stayed where they were in silence for another few seconds, as if scared they could hear them despite being many meters away. When they got up and looked, they were gone.

"Do you think they're our neighbors?"

"I sure hope they are" she said "Anyway, now say it"

Penelope frowned.

"Say what?"

"What you want to say about my room"

"Umh…It's, really pretty" Penelope said, trying hard not to let her jealousy out. The least she wanted was her sister knowing she was indeed envious of her room "Hey, would you like to go for an ice cream or something to the center? I figure we could see a bit of the town and who knows… maybe we'll run into hot stuff 1 and hot stuff 2"

"Not until you admit my room is better and the envy is killing you" Charlotte crossed her arms and laid on the doorframe, making it impossible for her sister to get out.

"No way"

"Say it!" she squeaked.

"No!" she squeaked back.

"Penelope admit it!"

Then as if she had a sixth sense that alerted her whenever her daughters were fighting, CeCe entered the room, both arms crossed, a frown on her face. Although she tried to look annoyed, both sisters could see that their mother found silly fights and arguments such as that one of extreme amusement.

"Now what is it?"

"Nothing, Penelope and I were going to check the town. Is my new car here?" Charlotte said dismissively.

CeCe nodded slowly, surprised by the change of attitude from her eldest.

"Yes, your father should have the keys…"

"Alright mom, I'll see you later." Charlotte said, quickly getting out of the room "Penelope hurry up!"

The youngest rolled her eyes and shared a smile with her mother, one that said "yes, same old Charlotte." Both of them went downstairs together, CeCe with a hand over Penelope's shoulder, something that felt nice.

Downstairs, her father was talking with one of the guys from the moving company, probably asking him to be extra careful with his original Robert Delaunay painting which had belonged to his father and which John treasured highly. Her sister was long gone waiting in her car, probably. Soon, her mother gave her a squeeze in the shoulder and left to be next to her husband. Just as she was reaching for the door she saw both of her parents together and felt extremely grateful for all they were doing for her; choosing to be spontaneous for once, ran quickly and hugged her parents, surprising them both.

"Thank you" she said.

Then, before they could reply and make the whole situation awkward, Penelope walked fast out of the house to join her sister at her BMW black convertible (a gift from her parents to say: I'm sorry we're moving you away from friends and other relatives just because your sister has the heart of an 87 year old obese man) Once in the car, enjoying the breeze from the fresh hair, she let herself smile. She was happy to be in Forks.