Prologue
My fascination with the mystical begun at the young and impressionable age of seven, one book gifted by an Aunt and suddenly I was hooked. Wrapped in blankets, flashlight in hand, I would read and then reread stories about the creatures that dwelled in fairytale and legend.
Life grew to revolve around the phases of begging my parents for more and the endless hours spent absorbing the tales. As I spent nearly all my time between schoolwork, practicing violin, and the stories of the mystical I grew sharp but I also fell behind.
Somewhere along the days spent obsessed with worlds that did not exist, friend begun to leave me. Eyes that once met mine with smiles and pleasantries turned to curious and sometimes shamelessly judgmental eyes. By the time I realized it was already too let. I was ahead of my grade, but with an absent mind, a creatively wonderful combination for a social disaster.
The days came where my friends no longer enjoyed making the treks into the woods to hunt for fairies or join me for days of tea parties and dress up in my parent's garden. They moved on, some might say they grew up- that I was the one stuck in the childish phase of wonder- but personally I prefer to simply saw they grew up differently.
Soon it was boys and makeup, all about wearing the right clothes and making the right friends. I didn't care, my outfits did not change from the eccentricities and my eyes never quite fit too my face, still too big and round.
I became the girl with her violin as a friend. I was not bullied, not directly anyway, not when everyone in Fork knew everyone.
I tried to not be bothered by isolation, because I figured it would be a curse to fail into the mundane standards of life everyone had seemed so easily to embrace. I figured at some point something mystical had to jump out from the pages of my books and take me away on some wonderful journey. I waited for my spectacular.
What I had not known was how deceptive appearances could be. Fairytales were of bad and good- their beauty was captivating and their monsters horrifying. But sometimes, the most terrifying of monster could also be the most beautiful.
The Cullens were my spectacular.
Lonely eyes sought out the unusual, found interest in how obvious the Cullens were in the abnormalities and their beauty. They were hauntingly beautiful and reserved like Ancient Greek statues that had sprung to live and escaped from the museum to attend High School.
But they were too good to be true, too amazing to look at me twice, not even once could I have imagined their eyes to find my own. Somehow they did, somehow our fates feel together and I ended up in their wonder confused of how I had gotten so fortunate.
But life with the Cullens did not come without a price; by the time I realized… it was already too late.
A/N- Hello! Thank you for reading this far! This story, revamped (no pun intended) to follow a new story line. As I stated in the earliest drafts of this story, this will no be a verbatim retelling of Twilight save for a character insert, what would be the point of that? No fun. So there will be some changes, the storyline will be a bit darker, and some of the flaws I personally saw in the storyline will be changed or left out.