Okay, so the first chapter was just the prologue. I think I'm going to try to update at least 2 times a week, maybe 3. I'm going to start using povs now, because I realized that I'm not the best at third person. I'll do my best to not complicate it. Oh and don't worry, Alex will go back to her fun mischievous self soon. Please R&R!

Alex's Pov

The world was black. Maybe I'm dead. Maybe that guy shot me right before I disappeared and now I'm somewhere floating in Limbo. Maybe I'll stay here for all eternity. That's what I get for pranking. Hopefully someone nice finds my body. Maybe Harper might design me a dress, probably with a skull hat. Yes, a huge gravestone dress, and a big skull on my head with miniature earrings. I start to crack up at the image. Wait, I can't laugh, - I don't have a body. I'm supposed to be dead. I am dead right? My parents are dead, I'm dead and I'm floating in Limbo…

Suddenly pain returns to my body. It feels like a truck ran over me. I can't move. My chest is splitting. I'm still floating but it feels like I'm a kite, and someone is slowly reeling me in. Let me go, I beg. Let me die. Let the pain be over with. All of a sudden I hear distant voices, most of them like ringing bells, except for the rough voice that let me forget my pain for an instant.

"Will she be okay?" asked the rough voice, sounding like he really cared.

"I don't know Jacob. She's been shot very close to the heart, not many survive wounds like that. The best you can do is hope," answers a velvety voice. Maybe he's the doctor?

"She's going to open her eyes in 20 minutes," reports a bouncy voice. How does she know? What if the man in the hoodie hired the people to capture me? But the guy, who I think was Jacob sounded so sincere. It was like he actually cared about a random girl. The affection though, was definitely not one way. I was getting butterflies, and I barely knew the guy!

I felt a hand cover my own. It was warm, as if they had a fever.

"Please wake up," pleaded Jacob, his voice close to my ear. "Please," his voice dropped to a whisper. He really cared for me! It felt like hours. Hours of his voice begging me to wake. Hours of him petting my hand, then turning palm side up and placing his hand in mine. Hours of me struggling to fight out of the blackness. I no longer want to die. I want to live. I want to be with Jacob.

Soon, the darkness turned fuzzy, and I opened my eyes and blinked at the bright light.

"She's awake!" shouted Jacob.
"Who are you?" I asked quietly, staring in awe at the perfectly chiseled face, with those dark eyes, tan skin, and dimples.

"I'm Jacob," the man replied, staring back into my eyes.

A tall man with freakishly pale skin and a beautiful face walked in at that moment. Noticing I was awake, he said,

"Hello, my name is Carlisle. It is nice to see you awake; you have been out for 3 days."

"Where am I?" I asked.

"You are in Forks, Washington," replied the man.

"How did I get here? I remember being in New York…"

"Somehow, you appeared in the middle of my family's living room, with a gunshot wound near your heart, and a red stick in your hand. Myself being a doctor, I removed the bullet and stitched you up." Realizing what that meant I almost freaked out. I had exposed wizardry! Maybe I could trick them into thinking it was fake?

"Umm, thanks for saving me and all, but can you return my wa- I mean my red stick, and let me call my paren-" I choke back a sob as the memory hits me. I remember the man shooting my dad, my mom telling me she loved me, the man throwing their bodies off the terrace, then turning around and shooting me right before I disappear into Twilight which is probably where I am now.

Jacob immediately goes to comfort me. I don't push him away. I just sit there in the cold bed and let my tears out. I imagine what Harper would think, and Justin and Max.

When I settle down, Carlisle sits down on the bed and calmly tells me,

"I know it must be hard, to wake up, and not know where you are, but it would make things better if you got it out. If it makes you feel any better, I'll tell you my big secret. I'm a vampire."

"And I'm a werewolf shape shifter," informs Jacob. I look at Jacob in confusion but barely acknowledge the statements. I take a deep breath and look at Jacob for reassurance. He nods, as if telling me to go on.

"Umm well first of all, my name is Alex. It started when I was reading this book, Twilight and I got home and saw this man in a hoodie, and he k-k-killed m-my p-p-parents, and my dad, b-before he d-d-died told me to…"

"To what?" encouraged Carlisle.

"I-I can't t-tell you." I managed to say.

"Whatever it is, and I'm guessing it has to do with the stick, or as you were about to call it a wand, I promise to not judge you, okay Alex?"

"Okay," I mumble and continue my story. "He told me to use a-a sp-spell, because I'm a wi-wizard."

Jacob and Carlisle look at me in shock, then awe. I keep going, crying the whole time,

"Right after my parents were sh-shot I used that spell to go into Twilight which must be where I am right now."

"So not only are there wizards, everything here is in a book? Quite fascinating really," pondered Carlisle, as he stands up and walks downstairs, still thinking.

"What about you? Why are you so quiet?" I ask Jacob who was still hugging me.

"I was just thinking about you. The reason we have this connection is because I imprinted on you."

"What's imprinting?" I ask, imagining him branding me with a paw print.

"It's when a werewolf sees the love of his life, and her soul is what connects you to the earth."

"Oh."

"Are you disappointed?" he asked, a sad frown starting on his face.

"No, it's nothing like that. I'm just flattered that I'm the love of your life. I just came out of the worst thing in my life, and then I meet my supposedly best part of my life, so obviously I'm a tad bit confused."

"Oh ok," Jacob replies, smiling again. His smile was pretty. Unlike that man in the hoodie's smile, Jacob's smile was happy, carefree and content. "Do you want to ask me a question about my life so we can get to know each other?"

"Sure. You can start."

"What are your favorite things to do?"

"Sleeping, shopping, sleeping, pranking, shopping and last but not least, sleeping." Jacob chuckled. "How about you?" I was feeling more like my regular self every minute.

"Well obviously sleeping, and of course pranking because a good friend of mine is a fan of it." I laugh, lightly swatting his shoulder until pain ripples through my chest and I gasp.

"Are you okay Alex?" Jacob asks worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just I was laughing too hard." I snuggle up to Jacob, forgetting that I barely know him and feeling like I have known him forever. We sit there both basking in the moment. I decided right away that I loved him. Of course Mason would still always be in my heart, but it's time to move on. I don't know how long I could have sat there before Jacob asked,

"What are your favorite colors?"

"Purple, Black and some kinds of blue, how about you?"

"Green, tree brown and white."

"What was your best prank ever?"

"Tricking Paul into spider web and then putting photos of it online…"stops seeing Alex's frown. "What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing, except you, my friend, need some help with your pranking. Spider web, really?"

"Well then, what's your best prank?"

"Well there's roller skates and pie day, in through the out door, hiring the real bogeyman for a Halloween haunted house, should I continue?" Alex bantered, her almond eyes twinkling with excitement from the memories.

Alex remembered when things were better, he parents were alive and she had pranks all the time. She wondered if her life would ever go back to normal. Upon realizing the answer was no, Alex started crying again. This time when Jacob hugged her, she looked back up at the beautiful face and stared into his eyes. Their lips were only an inch apart when…

"Get off her, dog," came from a stunning blonde standing in the doorway next to a pixie haired brunette who was smiling an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry about Rosalie. Hi I'm Alice, and you're Alex. Oh and I'm also psychic."