I groaned, covering my head as the light clicked on and my bedroom was filled with light.

"Get up, Syd. You're going to be late to school."

My eyes widened in alarm. I threw the covers off just in time to see my bedroom door close. My dad moved out a long time ago. It's been just me and Mom for years. Yet this was my bedroom. My bed had the same neon green sheets I'd gone to sleep on. The knitting I'd been working on was tossed off the side of the bed like it was every morning. And my phone was on the nightstand.

My phone! I scrambled to pull the small lime contraption from its charger. I could call someone to save me. Pulling up the contacts list I froze.

Alice Cullen
Blacks
Brayden Johns
Clearwaters
Dad
Doc Cullen
Edward Cullen
Embry Call
Kelsey Mitchell
Mason Keller
Mike Newton
Mom
Phil Dwyer
Pizza
Po-Po
Quil Ateara

I didn't even know who a few of those names were. "This is so not funny!" I yelled to whoever was there. "Who fucked with my phone?" I threw my door open to find a foreign hallway. Whatever was going on, someone had gotten pretty elaborate.

"Watch your language, young lady."

I fell backwards in to the wall as I was met with a face I knew all too well. "I think I might pass out," I heard myself whisper as my legs turned to jelly.

I woke again in my room, on my bed, but this time there was a cool cloth on my forehead.

"You freaked Dad out. He's downstairs on the phone with Carlisle. What happened anyway?"

My head turned slowly to see who was talking. Once again I was hit with that same recognition. This girl was exactly how I pictured Bella Swan in my head when I read the Twilight book. "I think I'm dead."

She chuckled. "That you are not, sister dear. But Carlisle will be here soon and he can tell you what's wrong."

"I assume your vampire boyfriend will be tagging along."

Bella sat up straight, eyes wide. "Edward's not a vampire."

"Tis. Around the one hundred and nine mark if I remember correctly. Entire family is. You want to be."

"How do you know all of this?" She sounded panicked.

"Because it's a book. And I'm either dead or this is some elaborate hoax, although not entirely possible since all of you look exactly how I'd imagined and no one else can get inside my head. Except Edward, but if that was a possibility then this would all have to be real…"

Footsteps could be heard outside the door and Bella turned to me. "Please don't say anything."

I shrugged. "I'm crazy one way or the other. But I won't say anything to Charlie."

The door swung open and Charlie Swan, Carlisle Cullen, and Edward Cullen filed through. "Good morning, Sydney. Your father tells me you took a tumble."

"That may be putting it mildly. I'm pretty sure at some point I hit my head." I had to have.

"I caught you before you hit the ground." Charlie sat on the opposite side of the bed the doctor was on. "Although all that yelling about someone messing with your phone was a little odd. Especially since you keep that thing locked all the time and no one else knows the password."

While I'd been talking Carlisle had been checking my heart rate and my temperature with an ear thermometer. "Everything seems fine as far as your vitals are concerned. Do you remember hitting your head within the last few days?"

I shook my head in the negative. Although if I had brain injury would explain a lot.

"Would you mind stepping out for a few moments?" He looked at Charlie and Bella. They both nodded and followed the silent Edward out of the room. "Sydney have you taken anything?"

"No. But I might as well tell you everything since Charlie is gone." So I did. I told him how last night I'd gone to bed in a different state, half way across the continent. That my name was Sydney Cayla Walker. And that everything that I knew about where I was and the people around me I'd read in a book. And that I knew he and his family were a clan of vegetarian vampires.

Carlisle listened calmly, nothing I said seemed to phase him. "Well you are correct, except for the book part. I'm pretty sure I'm not fictional character."

"Then why do I remember this other life and not much about this one?" I countered.

His eyebrow went up. "That is an excellent point. Do you remember your mother's phone number?" I nodded. "Why don't you call her?"

Honestly I was afraid to, but I picked up my phone and dialed from memory.

"Sweet Lou's Bakery, this is Jimmy."

"I'm sorry I must have the wrong number."

"No problem, doll." The line went dead.

I dialed her mobile number, her work, and every other number I could think of. None of them were the people I was trying to reach. I looked up at the blonde vampire, blinking through tears.

Carlisle gently squeezed my arm, his hand cold against my skin. "I'm going to write you a prescription, Sydney."

I shook my head. "I don't want to forget."

He stopped, script pad in hand. "Fine, but you have my number. If you feel dizzy, or lose time I want you to call me."

With a sigh I nodded. "Am I crazy?"

It looked like he was thinking of a polite answer. "I hope not. You don't remember your part in any of what's happened the last few months?"

"None of it. Everything I remember is from Bella's point of view."

Carlisle nodded. "I'm going to suggest you stay home today. Go through your scrapbooks and old journals, see if that helps any."

My eyebrow furrowed. "How do you know about those?"

"I have seen you work on those scrapbooks for hours when I've had to come by the station and you didn't want to be home alone when it was dark." That part was true. I hated to be alone after the sun fell. And I worked on scrapbooks continuously. "Get some rest, Sydney."