I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT

Chapter One

EDWARD'S POV

Just like every night for the past five years, as soon as the sun goes down, Carlisle passes around sheets of paper with addresses on it.

My siblings go and look at all the children and cross of names of girls who don't have brown hair and brown eyes.

I take the list of children they found with brown hair and brown eyes from the night before and check and see if there are any whose mind I can't read.

A lot of the girls that my siblings looked at last night had brown hair and brown eyes, so I've got about 70 girls to check tonight.

One by one I go through the painstaking process of finding the house, sneaking in, and checking to see if the child is my Bella.

After hours of my search, I find myself in front of a large white house.

I look down at the sheet of paper that I'm holding to make sure I'm at the right address.

I am.

The house belongs to Freya and Rhys McKennith. They have a five year old daughter named Chloƫ who was born at 8:56 on a sunny day.

This must be the 50th house I've been to today, I think with a sigh.

I sneak around back and start looking through the windows.

All of the lights are off, but I can still see very well in the dark. On the second floor, the room is pink and covered in dolls, so I open up the window and climb inside.

And there sleeping on the bed is the child.

She has a small smile on her face, so I reach my mind out to hers to see what she is dreaming about, but I find nothing.

Have I found her? I wonder excitedly. Or is it just some girl having a dreamless sleep? How am I supposed to tell the difference?

She mumbles something into her pillow, but I can't quite make it out. I lean a little closer to hear what she's saying and she says...

AN: Well, that was kinda short too. Oh well. As for titles, my favorite suggestions were Fate's Neverending Love and Angel's Love. Which do you think is better? Or do you have a better Title? Please tell me. This story really needs a title.