Disclaimer: All characters from the most amazing book ever, Twilight, are unfortunately owned by Stephenie Meyer and not me. Any similarities with Breaking Dawn are mere coincidences. I did not copy the manuscript for Breaking Dawn! However, I do own Elizabeth and other new characters I'll be introducing. So if you steal them, you'll have me to answer to. Rawr!

Author's Note:

Sorry for posting this late. School started for me two weeks ago and I have had like zero time to work on it with all the homework I've been getting. Plus I had Colorguard practice so that put me behind, too. Plus, had like tons of writer's block when trying to figure out all the little details of the characters and their stories and stuff. I've found it's a lot harder to write about your own characters than someone else's because everyone already knows those characters. But no one besides myself really gets these characters so I have to explain it and it's really confusing. But I'm pleased with what I've come up with and I hope you all enjoy it!

This chapter is dedicated to Coach Trokey, in whose Health Class where we did absolutely nothing I first thought up of Elizabeth and her relationship with Edward.

The song for this chapter is Metamorphosis by Hilary Duff.

Chapter Summary- You finally get to really meet the character that IS Elizabeth. And seeing as the story is from her POV, it's kind of important to know her. Also, I know this really wasn't clear, so I added this really quickly, this is before she meets Edward. They are actually moving to Forks today, and that will be touched upon in the next chapter!

Chapter 2: Destiny

I was once again woken up by the sound of some pop diva singing one of her whiny songs that she probably didn't even write on the radio. Not that I had anything against that type of music, in fact, it was one of the many things I listened to, but would it be possible for one of them to make something original?

However, the radio was actually my mom's, actually Mary Anne as she liked to be called, "mom sounds too old," she had explained, seeing as all my stuff was packed up in various boxes that were already in the enormous moving truck outside, so it was set to her favorite station which usually played the worst of all the music out there in the world. Well, maybe just the continental U.S.

The singer was already in the middle of the 2nd chorus,

"Metamorphosis

Whatever this is

Whatever I'm going through

Come on and give me a kiss,

Come on I insist,"

So I quickly pressed the snooze button as I had been doing for the past half hour or so.

Moving days were always the bane of my existence. I realized that it was necessary to move every few months or so to avoid suspicion and that I was lucky enough to even have those few months of consistency. And of course it was hard on Mary Anne and John to even settle down for me for those short months. It went against their nature.

If I weren't for me hindering them all the time, they probably wouldn't be living in million dollar apartments thanks to John's "abilities." Instead, they'd probably just be roaming the world but, "if you have to settle down, why not do it in style?" John had reasoned.

In fact, before meeting my mom and me, John had never settled down. It made him, and often Mary Anne, too, uneasy to be so…civilized.

He only did so for Mary Anne's benefit so she wouldn't worry about me all the time. I would regularly suggest to her that she get another hobby besides worrying about me. She usually responded with an annoyed but impressive growl.

If he had his way, he'd be glad to be rid of me, the "obnoxious 16-year-old human." Although, he'd never say it to Mary Anne's face. However, he had said it to me a few times, and I'll be honest-I was terrified of him.

As if he could read my thoughts, and at times I swore he could, John burst into my room.

"Speak of the vampire." I thought to myself, as I got up to face him.

Usually, I'm not the type of person who lets others control them and not stand up for themselves, but with John, standing up to him isn't really an option.

Besides, he was a giant at 6'4" compared to my 5'1 and ½" (I measure myself daily hoping I grow), but height didn't really have anything to do with it.

His strength, speed, ferocity, sharp teeth, and ability to kill me within seconds did though.

I stared at John vehemently. Well, as much as you could without being murdered on the spot.

"Good morning John." I tried to say amiably, trying to keep a mask of pleasantry. Of course, my façade was ruined as soon as I said, "What? I don't get a knock today?"

I wasn't usually the rebellious teenager stereotype either, but my dislike, no, my loathing of John often got the better of me.

He stood at the doorway of my almost empty room with a definite sneer and a look of abhorrence of his own on his beautiful yet terrifying face.

"I though t I told you to be awake at 4:00." He snarled, gesturing to my borrowed alarm clock that now read 4:35 A.M.

"Well, I'm sorry, but not all of us can be undead." I retorted, although I knew it would cost me later.

It took all of his restraint not to kill me when I angered him with all my little remarks like that. He had reason enough to do so without them.

He breathed out deeply and said, "Get ready, and meet us in the living room in 30 minutes." He said and walked out, slamming the door behind him lightly. Lightly for him, anyway, I thought as the door shuddered in its frame.

I took a deep breath of my own, though mine was required, as I got up to do as he had asked, pondering the problems that had entered my life.

It had been strange, looking up at the tall, raven-haired, red-eyed demon who disgusted me, and remembering a time when my greatest concern was which person would be my best friend for the day in 2nd grade.

But those innocent days had been taken away from me when this fiend decided he was lonely and took my mother from me.

John Davis had been born in Houston, Texas, in 1823, the time of the newborn wars. He had only told me this story once, while we were sitting waiting for my mother to finish the transformation process, but my 7-year-old ears had drank it up, wanting to know everything about the fate that my mother would have as soon as she stopped screaming in the adjoining room.

It seemed as if John had actually been dating mom for almost 4 months before he decided to change her. It was a wonder she hadn't figured it out. But while I had been unaware with baby-sitter after baby-sitter entertaining me every night, my mom had been slowly selling her soul away.

My thoughts wandered to a very distinct memory as I raked through my tangled hair.

November 10, 1994 was the date. I remember it so clearly. The night my mom changed. The night I found out about vampires. And the night I was destined to be one, too.

Author's Note:

It was going to be longer, but I didn't have the time or brain power to write it all out. Plus, it would've made the chapter way too long. And I know it's been about 3 weeks since I last updated. I've been super busy with school and I barely have enough time for my real homework! Let alone writing! Plus, I've been reading this really good book called The Historian. It's about the historical figure, Dracula, Vlad the Impaler. It's pretty interesting and insightful. And it's about 80 chapters (700 pages), and I'm only barely half way done so I'm enthralled with that. Anyways, enough with my excuses. I have a 4 day weekend coming up, so I'll hopefully have another chapter posted then.

Still loving ya'll!

PiercingGoldenEyes