Author's Note: First chapter up! Our OC comes the shocking realization that she's somehow managed to get poofed into the Twilight world! Exciting! Ah, some information! The OC is named Aurelia, it's Italian sounding and I wanted something that would fall in line with Isabella in likeness, since they're twins and all, but still be unique and all her own. Aurelia is pronounced (aw-REEL-ya) according to Nameberry, super pretty if you ask me. Some nicknames she'll answer to, so you can hear them in your head, are; Auri (aw-ree), and just Ree for the lucky few(:

Also! I'll be following along with the book for canon scenes and what not, not the movie! I think you can catch the drift of my opinion on the first film :p

Hope you guys are enjoying! Here's the warning one more time in case anyone didn't catch it! After this, it's fair game for the pack(;

*Warning!: This IS an OC story! That means that she might disrupt some canon pairings! If that's not something you're interested in, the wolves will kindly escort you out. If you ARE interested in the appearance of a new character(s) then give this one a shot! We'll see where it goes together! This also means that some OOC moments will be present in canon characters as well! So, if that's your thing, use the wolves as big comfy reading lounges instead! (;

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Twilight Saga, movies or novels, nor do I own any copyrighted/trademarked material that may show up within the story. I DO own my OC- Aurelia Brooklyn (Lancaster) Swan, AND any other OC's that are introduced, along with my personal plotline twists, turns and loop-de-loops!

Read, review, favorite, follow, suggest, whatever! Constructive comments coveted, flames are tossed to the wolves. They get hungry on their runs(;

~Aurelia's POV~

"RAYNE!"

My cry came out muted and garbled by the thick covers that surrounded me where I'd apparently burrowed myself into their depths, hiding within. I sprang up, gasping for air and shoving the plush softness away so that I could breathe more easily, the room suddenly scorching hot as adrenaline flooded my system. It took a second for coherent thought to return but as it did, I patted my chest, sucking in calming breaths as I drug a hand through my hair.

"It was just a dream." I sighed, relieved.

I finally looked up from the mountain of covers on my mattress that seemed much softer than the one I'd been on the night before, only to freeze, my mouth hanging open in shock.

This wasn't my room.

My hands shook as I gazed around me, taking in the unfamiliar coat of thick paint on the walls and different furnishings. The basics were all the same; full-sized bed and frame that had built in cabinets and drawers, a desk and chair, another oversized chair that looked super comfortable, bookshelves, closet. But their features were all different, not what I had in my room, and a bay window sat at one of the two panes of glass that sunlight filtered through.

This wasn't my house.

"Oh shit," I whispered, wincing as the pain throbbed dully in the back of my head where I'd apparently been hit the night before. "Oh shit, shit shit!"

My mother would smack me for cursing, especially so fluidly.

"Ladies don't curse Aurelia!" She'd snap, glaring.

But cursing seemed to be a pretty natural and understandable response when waking up in a bed that didn't belong to you, in an unfamiliar room that resided in an unknown house.

And where was Rayne?!

I lunged for the cell phone that rested on the bedside table, immediately swiping it open as I hit Rayne's name on my favorites list. I bounced my foot, nervously eyeing the door to my room as I approached it after sliding from the warmth of the bed, waiting on her to pick up the phone. I cracked the wooden door open ever so slightly to peek outside and nearly let out a scream when I caught sight of a dark head of hair heading down the stairs.

"Where the hell-" I hissed, shutting the door quickly and locking it.

"Hello?" Rayne's groggy voice, finally hit my ears.

"Rayne!" I whispered fiercely. "Listen, I don't know what-"

"Aurelia Brooklyn Swan, did you seriously call me at seven in the freaking morning after falling asleep on me mid-conversation last night!?" Rayne snarled, cutting off my desperate pleas.

"Wh-what! I didn't fall asleep on the phone with you last night! We-" I stuttered to a stop, my eyebrows pulling down in confusion.

Did she say Swan? As in, my last name was...Swan?

"Wait! Did you just call me Aurelia Brooklyn Swan?" I questioned, incredulous.

There was a pause before her voice echoed back, unsure. "Uh, yeah…that's your name Ree. Are you alright? I know the move is a bitch and trust me, I hate it too, but it's not so bad that you should be suffering from amnesia."

Move?

What freaking move?!

"What are you talking about?" I snapped, annoyed now. If this was a joke, it wasn't funny, not at all. Telling me I moved and my name was now Swan, ridiculous. "We didn't talk on the phone last night because we were at my house having movie night!"

Silence.

"Um, no." Rayne murmured, drawing out the 'No' with concern in her tone. "Auri, last night was the first night with your Dad after picking up Bella…at the new place, remember? Speaking of, how is that gloomy twin of yours? She didn't even come tell me goodbye before she left!"

What. The. Hell.

First night with Dad and Bella at the new place?

What new place?

I didn't have a twin!

And who the hell was Bella, the freaking character from our movie night?!

"Rayne, cut it out, I'm in some serious shit here." I growled, through with her games. "Someone has kidnapped me and I'm in a house I don't know. Besides, I don't even have a sister, much less a freaking twin! I'm an only child for God's sakes!"

Rayne chuckled and I could practically hear her shaking her head in amusement.

It did nothing for my growing agitation.

"I know it seems like that sometimes when you guys are fighting," Rayne giggled. "But just because you guys get into it sometimes, doesn't make you any less sisters."

"You're creeping me out."

"You're creeping me out!" Rayne countered, annoyed. "Listen Ree, take a look around you. That's your new room, in your new house, in freaking Washington State! You probably just woke up disoriented, it is a big change."

"Rayne-" I hissed, panic flooding my system.

Why didn't she remember?!

We had stayed in for the Friday night and watched the Twilight movies, or started to at least, and there'd been this massive thunderstorm that cut the power! I'd hit my head on something, who knows what, and we went to bed! I hadn't moved states, didn't have a twin sister named Bella, and was NOT currently in Washington State!

"I've got to go Ree, duty calls." She cut me off, sighing. "Listen, give me a shout after you get out of school or practice, yeah? I miss you already."

"Rayne!" I yelled, forgetting about being kidnapped.

But my bestfriend only made kissing noises…and hung up on me.

She hung UP on me!

"Are you freaking kidding me!?" I screeched, staring at the phone in surprise.

I swallowed convulsively after a few moments of staring, finally deciding to look up from the offending cellular device and take in my surroundings as Rayne had advised. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that she was absolutely wrong, but honestly?

What else did I have to do?

Besides, there might be something in the room that I could use to figure out where the hell I was or what the heck happened to me.

I padded forward gingerly, my eyes raking over the interior of the nicely sized room, taking in all the features that were housed within. The colors and patterns were different on the chair and bedspread, where I'd had carpeted flooring there was now hardwood with a huge plush rug, a few unpacked boxes with sharpie labels rested in the corner near the bay window, and the walls were a creamy ivory with pink accents…like I had planned to repaint my room at home. My eyebrows furrowed on this realization and I stepped forward toward the shelves, squinting as I took in the pictures displayed there.

And froze yet again.

They were…of me.

With Rayne and other friends, some from competitions and programs on the ice, a few with my dad, with my mom…and most had this other girl in them as well.

I leaned forward, dread settling in my stomach as my heart beat out a frantic pattern…

"AURELIA!"

I shrieked, knocking the photo frame off of the shelf as the yell echoed up the stairs. I breathed heavily, my heart pounding and blood rushing audibly in my head. You know, that whooshing sound when something scares you so badly, that's all you can hear.

"Auri?" A quiet voice, feminine, called through the closed door with a few soft knocks. "Are you up yet? We don't want to be late."

"F-for what?" I called back, half the volume of the impossibly quiet voice.

"Um…school?" Came the reply, unsure.

Well that seemed…reasonable?

"Yeah…I'm up." I answered, glancing around again. "I'll just…meet you downstairs."

Backing away from the door, I let out a sigh and drug a hand through my hair once more.

None of this made any sense!

I glanced at myself in the mirror, taking in my features critically. I still looked the same; my dark hair that fell a little below my shoulder blades in natural waves and was lightened by the auburn locks spread throughout as natural highlights, the cream colored skin that held a hint of a tan (though not much), high cheekbones and dark lashes that curled beautifully, bright green eyes that lightened or darkened with the weather or my mood, and…a single dark red streak in the underneath layer of my hair?

"What?!" I hissed, stepping closer to the mirror.

My fingers sought out the highlighted lock and a breath of relief rushed from my lungs when I found it to be an extension that was heat pressed in.

"Thank God!" I breathed, rolling my eyes.

It was then that my eyes found the picture that was wedged into the frame of my mirror; Rayne and I at the salon, each with a colored streak in our hair.

"Our last night together in Phoenix." My mind told me and I nodded happily, replaying the memory in my mind before shaking my head violently. There was no last night celebration! I wasn't from Pheonix! Colorado, I was from freaking Denver, Colorado!

I looked around once more, my eyes lighting on more familiar objects placed throughout the room haphazardly, obviously in the middle of unpacking. Everything from my home was here, all of it. The pictures, the electronics, the posters and picture boards, my training and skating gear…it was all here. And from the looks of it, anything that was missing was still in the packed boxes over by the window that had been ripped open and rifled through.

"This doesn't…I don't understand." I muttered, shaking my head.

I paced forward, deciding the only way I was going to get answers was if I got showered and dressed, when my foot knocked into something solid on the ground. I winced slightly before bending down to scoop up the picture I'd dropped when that girl had called to me from the door, and took a quick glance…

Only to drop it again.

"Oh no." I murmured, my eyes huge. "No! No, no, no."

My knees hit the ground with a soft thud and I arched over the picture, my eyes riveted on the people within it.

My mother, at least she looked like my mother, stood in the middle with a huge grin on her face, obviously caught by the camera in the middle of laughing. I stood directly to her right, pointing at something that the camera hadn't captured as I laughed hysterically, and another girl with dark hair stood on her left also laughing, though in a much more reserved manner.

We looked like sisters.

She was paler than I was, not horribly so, though her paleness was a translucent kind where mine was more like a glow. She had the same dark hair I did that was straight instead of wavy and was missing the auburn highlights, and her eyes were a chocolate brown instead of my green. But we were obviously related. Only…that couldn't be. I was an only child, I had no siblings and my cousins were all blonde.

But that wasn't what sent me to the bathroom, dry heaves wracking my frame violently.

What did, was her, who she was.

The girl in that picture, my apparent twin sister, was someone I knew all too well. I'd seen the movies and read her stories multiple times, not in the crazy obsessed fangirl way that some had, but still, I knew the basics. The girl in the pictures with me, with my family, was none other than Isabella Marie Swan.

And as all of the information I had gathered compiled in my mind while I sat, arched over the toilet in my personal bathroom that was attached to my room, I came to one sickening conclusion.

If Bella Swan was my sister…

I was in Twilight.