Things to know: One, this is my first attempt at a Twilight story. The plot is subject to many changes, but I SWEAR that it's not going to change this time. PROMISE. Two, Jasper and Alice are not together anymore. Three, yes, Edward and Bella are together. Four, Jasper isnt the weakest link of the family anymore- now human blood has different scents to him. Five, BELLA LIVED IN THE 19TH CENTURY. The Cullens returned to Forks 90 years later when everyone that could have remembered him are dead and gone.

This is told in my OC's POV

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the plot. All the characters -sob- are sadly not mine.

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"Non-stop flight 267 to Port Angeles, Washington, is boarding now. Non-stop flight 267 to Port Angeles, Washington, is boarding now. Please have your boarding passes out while you wait in line. Final call for flight 267 to Port Angeles, Washington."

"Ready, hun?" My father smiled at me. His happiness melted away and he looked at me with concerned, bright gray-blue eyes. "Are you sure that you're okay with this?"

I forced a smile. "Yes, Dad. I can't wait. Really."

My father smiled happily at my response. He startled me by wrapping an arm around my shoulders and holding me close to his chest. "I'm glad that you're so open-minded like this. I- Your mother would- would have been so proud." His voice cracked.

My eyes misted over and I blinked it away before he noticed. I hugged him back hard. "Thanks, Dad. But I really mean it- I'm okay with this move."

In a way, it was true. We had lived in rainy London for my whole sixteen years. My dad had met mum at Oxford university and married six months later at the age of 20. When I turned thirteen, doctors learned that my mum had three types of brain tumors in her head. The next two years of her life she was fighting to be with us- constant kemotherapy, radiation, meds. The first to go was her long, lustrous dark brown locks. But no matter what, her bright blue eyes were always happy.

"I'll fight this tumor," She would say. "I'll show them who's stronger."

She started loosing her appetite and weight literally started melting off of her. It made her look twenty to thirty years older than she was- her skin hung loosely off her body like an over-ripe apricot, purple bags under her eyes. A year ago the left side of her face no longer worked- her words were slurred and only half of her mouth could smile. But she didn't loose her hope. She still smiled and laughed, even though her naps were becoming longer and she was forced into a wheelchair after her whole left side of her body was paralyzed.

For a while the radiation was killing the tumor and we thought that she had a chance for life again. But only a moth later, the tumor reappeared in the scans- bigger, and deadlier. The doctors tried different meds, some that they weren't even sure if they would even work. I remember the day when we took her off of the chemicals.

My dad and I stepped through the doors into a cold, white hospital room. My mum was laying it her bed, a book in her lap. Her eyes were peacefully closed and a blissful smile was on her lips. My dad woke her up by pressing a kiss on her forehead.

"Hullo, luv." He said, smiling down at her with unshed tears in her mouth.

"Hu...llo... Dav...id..." She slurred. She turned her head and locked eyes with me. With effort she raised her right hand and beckoned me to come closer. I was at her side in minutes. Her hand was as cold as ice.

"Hullo, mum." I said, my voice thick. My mum smiled as best she could and opened her arms. I hugged her tightly. When I released her, my mum turned her attention to Dad.

"What... did the... doctors.. say?"

My dad placed a hand on her shoulder. "That's it honey... no more..." A tear slipped down his cheek.

My mum's once-beautiful face looked confused. "No... more... meds?" she strained.

He nodded jerkily. "That's right, hun. No more meds."

For the first time, even when she was diagnosed with brain cancer, my mother cried.

Three weeks before my sixteenth birthday, my mum wheeled herself into my room. "Em...my? Will you... prom...ise... me some...thing?"

I held her icy hand in mine. "Anything, mum, anything." I fought the tears that were building behind my eyes. A lopsided smile found its way on her face.

"You will... live for me... won't you Emmy?" Her voice was forceful. Strong. I nodded, not trusting my voice not to crack. "You will be happy, and you wont mope, will...you...?" The command in her voice was loosing volume. I nodded, and hugged her tightly.

That night, my mother fell asleep and never woke again.

Three days later, she died.

Even though I loved England with all my heart, our home didn't hold anymore comfort for Dad and I. We were moving back to his hometown, a little place called Forks.

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My Dad pulled up into the driveway of our new house. Even through the blurred, rainy windshield, I instantly loved it. And I knew my Mum would have, too. It was a rustic, Victorian home, almost like the one we lived in in England. It was painted gray with white trimmings, blue shutters, a large porch that wrapped around the first floor, a blacony on the second, and a round tower on the left.

My room was in the tower, a circular room that had large windows facing our front yard. The wind blew the trees around and rain plastered my windows. The floor was a deep mahagony, old and creaky. I loved it. My bed was next to the windows, and the house smelled of pine, lysol, and old. Just like my old home.

I didn't get too much sleep that night. I cried myself to sleep for my mother while the wind and rain roared on my roof. It created sort of a lullaby, but I kept on tossing and turning in bed, not getting more than a wink of sleep.

When I got up, all I could see out of my window was fog. The sky was white and I couldn't see across the street. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass and my breath fogged up the window. I stood there for a minute or two before heading to my bathroom to clean up.

I had a small battle with my hairbrush- it kept on getting stuck in my knotted brown hair. It took awhile to finish brushing, as my hair goes down to my elbows. When I was done, it was in its naturally straight style, as if it was appoligizing for giving me such a time trying to untangle it. After splashing cold water on my face, I applied a thin rim of black around my eyes. My eyes reminded me much of my mum. Even though they were nothing like hers- her eyes were a bright, bright robin's egg blue- my eyes were a silvery gray color, but I could see her bright blue flecks playing around the edges of my eyes. Unfortunately, since I was deprived of sleep last night, I had a faint ring of purple around my eyes that wouldn't go away even if I put concealer over them.

I stared at my pasty reflection and grimaced. My skin was deathly white- like the colour of milk. I looked like I had been dead and dug up a month or two later. No matter how long I would spend my time outside, my skin never grew any tanner. It was highly annoying- my friend would come back from summer tan with wonderful tans and I would be my normal albino self. You would be annoyed too if you were me.

I ran my brush through my long hair again before grabbing two hair elastics and putting my hair into messy braids, my fringe falling into my left eye.

I stumbled out of my bathroom when I was finally finished with my appearance and tripped into my closet where I pulled out a pair of dark skinny jeans and a tight dark blue V-neck sweater. Hearing my dad call for me to get up, I snatched up my Sperry's and tumbled down the stairs.

My dad took in my dishelved appearance and chuckled. "You look like you've been raised from the dead." he handed me a bowl of Cocoa Pebbles. His remark made me scowl- that same thought had occured to me earlier.

I took the bowl and hopped on the counter sitting crosslegged as I munched on the chocolatey goodness. "Ha- bloody- ha. Really funny, you know."

"Emmilyne," My dad said seriously as he looked me down. I cringed inwardly, I hated that name. It was so stuffy. "I hope that you refrain from using such obscenities at school." he stressed the word obscenities. I nodded, mouth full of breakfast cereal.

"Anyways, Em, I'll be at the hospital if you need me." I wrinkled my nose when he kissed my forehead goodbye. He used to be a cardiologist, but now he was a neurosurgeon because of what happened to Mum. I hummed in response and turned my attention back to the bowl perched precariously in my lap.

After placing my bowl in the sink I sprinted upstairs to brush my teeth and looked at the clock. Seeing it flash 7:35 in bright blue lights, I grabbed my white messenger bag and jammed on a beanie before stepping out into the chilly fog air and into my dad's red Hyundai Velostar Coupe.

Since the school was close my home, I got into the parking lot in roughly fifteen minutes. Seeing a light drizzle outside I reached into my backseat to pull out a black pea coat. There were plenty of students milling about, so when I stepped out I was the center of a lot of people's attention. Finally someone brave enough approached me.

He had spikey black hair and bright green eyes. He walked up to me with a smile and an appreciative glance to my car. "Nice car! I have to say I've never seen one like that before. Or you. Are you new? What's your name?"

Damn, that boy could talk. He said that all in one breath and in at least two seconds.

I smiled back and replied, "Thanks. Its a Hyundai Velostar Coupe. My dad's. And yes, I'm new. My name is Emmilyne Beaumont, but if I hear you calling me Emmilyne I will cheerfully run you over." At this, the black haired boy put his hands up in mock surrender, a grin on his face. "Call me Emmy." I paused for breath. "What about you? What's your name?"

"Aaron Terry. You have to be British. That can't be an American accent!"

I smiled. "Yes, actually, I lived in England my whole life. What about you?"

Aaron puffed his chest out. "Born in California. Moved here about five years ago." He seemed proud.

I took in his tanned appearance jealously. "Well, for living here so long and the fact that you're still tan, that either means you're a tanning bed whore or you go back to California a lot."

Aaron threw his head back and laughed loudly, causing other people to glance curiously at us. "No, I spend all my time outside when it's sunny and I tan easily."

I sulked. "Lucky."

He smirked. "Well anyways," Aaron said, changing the subject. "What class do you have next?"

I fished around in my messenger bag until I found my schedule. Glancing quickly at it, I responded. "AP Spanish with Senora Vasquez. You?"

Aaron rubbed his hands in excitement. "Me, too! I can walk you there." His last sentence was more like a question. I grinned back at him.

"Sure."

We were about to cross the parking lot when a speeding black Mercedes nearly ran us over. I jumped back, alarmed. "Who was that?" I exclaimed. Aaron's face changed from happy to a much darker expression.

"That's Jasper Hale and Alice Something-or-another." I guessed that Aaron and those two people didn't get along very well, because of scowl that seemed carved into his face.

I tried getting him out of the bad mood. "So, Aaron, any tips for Senora Vasquez?"

Aaron's face was considerably brighter as we started to stroll across the parking lot, this time free of homicidal speeding Mercedes.

"Oh she's a real bat. Always cranky. She'll attack you with a oral pop quiz the second you walk through the door. And she's not one you want to get on her bad side. But don't worry, I'll help you if you get in a tight spot."

Inwardly I cheered. This lady sounded like my grandmother! I knew how to deal with cranky old Spanish women. And besides, I had nothing to worry about- I was practically fluent in Spanish. But I didn't need to tell Aaron that.

Suddenly Aaron's talking halted. I turned to ask him what was wrong when I ran into a hard body. I froze and looked up into a painfully gorgeous face of Jasper Hale.

And he looked furious.

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Frenchie 283: Well, was it any good? I'm sorry if I have a lot of grammer mistakes- my English sucks! Its not my first language. Well anyhoo, please tell me if this was good or bad! Should I stop it, or continue? Review, please! Also, I'm looking for a beta, if anyone's interested. thanks again, and don't forget to review!!!