Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to The Twilight Saga, or any of the characters. All rights belong to Stephenie Meyer, and no copyright infringement is intended, now, nor at any time in the future.

This story might strike readers as a bit unusual, even within the context of what is ALREADY unusual. It's an AU story, and contains elements of SF. Some really strange things take place in it.

This is my first Twilight story. I have previously written several Phantom of the Opera stories.

A/N: The prologue starts off during Bella's happy marriage to Edward, in "Breaking Dawn", then moves into the past when she decides to spend a Saturday afternoon reading one of her diaries. I am referring, of course, to her first one -- the novel, "Twilight".

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Prologue: Memories

In the middle of all my college schoolwork, that rainy Saturday afternoon, I suddenly decided to take a look back. Edward thought it was a cute holdover from my days as a human. Of course, the pillow I threw at his head didn't even come close to grazing him. Another very human trait -- pillow fights. Edward wisely declined to indulge. I always won, even against Emmett.

I've kept diaries throughout our very unusual relationship, but it was just the other day that I got curious about what I'd written back in the day, when living in Forks felt like a life term sentence. I guess I wanted to remember how I felt, as a human, going through all the events Edward and I had to endure and overcome.

So I went up into our attic, doing my best to ignore Edward's teasing. He jokingly threatened to go tell Alice, even. I laughed, telling him he was hitting below the belt, and asked him if he wasn't curious about my human viewpoint of the famous Edward Cullen.

He said that he was curious, after all. Then he added that he was looking forward to reading all the parts where I kept falling down, so he could enjoy how he had to keep picking me up, then kissing me. I sighed dramatically. I never could stay mad at Edward. I still can't. Besides, I have to be careful. I'm stronger now. I wouldn't want to hurt him. I snickered at the thought.

"What's so funny?" Edward asked, with his own snicker, as Renesmee softly patted his face. He turned gently to her, and smoothed back her hair, placing a light kiss on the top of her head. "Okay, sweetie, Daddy will play with you in just another sec. I have to get an answer to my question from Mommy first."

'Well?" he persisted, smiling as he turned to me.

I was going up the stairs toward the attic, but paused to face him. "Oh, I don't know.... I guess I was just wondering what would be more enjoyable -- making out with you for three hours, or giving you a taste of your own medicine...."

He snickered again. "You know that's a no-brainer, right? I'm totally irresistible!"

I had to sigh, trying not to let my grin show. I failed. "Yes, Edward, you are....and you also have the biggest vampire head in the universe! Love you anyway!" I blew a kiss down at him.

His good-natured laughing followed me all the way up into the attic.

I took a long look around as I entered the room, which was very spacious. We had made sure of that, because I'm the type who loves to store memories. Becoming a "bloodsucker", as Jacob would call me (but not to my face) hasn't changed that. And I intend to store plenty of memories of my daughter's growing up. After all, she'll be doing that for a while.

I knew exactly where the diaries were. I had carefully placed them in the trunk in which I used to keep toys as a child. Edward and Emmett had brought it up for me.

The trunk was in a corner at the far end of the attic. I held my breath as I approached it. Then I had to remember to start breathing again, once I knelt in front of it. It was unlocked, so I only had to lift the lid.

There they were -- all my diaries. I carefully lifted them out. Then I carried them over to the nearest window, and settled on the wide ledge to read.

Even before I opened the first volume, memories were drifting through my mind. I recalled my first sight of Forks, which had then struck me as a very dreary, depressing place. I could see my ancient red truck, Charlie's face lighting up when I told him I loved it. And then, I saw Edward, sitting in the cafeteria, with Alice, Emmett, Jasper, and Rosalie around him. He looked at me for the first time.... I shivered.

I was back in the present again, if only briefly, thankful that the beautiful boy I had fallen in love with was all mine, for all eternity, and that he had given me my precious, gifted little girl.

I opened the diary at random, and traveled back into my tortured past. Within minutes, the tears were coursing down my cheeks. Yet, I couldn't stop reading.

I became immersed in the twisted threads of my existence.

As I turned the page, Nessie suddenly screamed.

I jumped up immediately. The floor became an ondulating wave while

(EDITOR'S NOTE: The manuscript ends abruptly at this point. The diaries themselves are intact, but that may change, pending stabilization of the current ripples across the space-time continuum.)