Stephanie Meyers owns Twilight – I just like playing with the characters. All song references belong to their respective performers and creators. They just add depth to the story, and for that I am grateful to them. J

Ok, readers, here is where I take over. Hang on!

Labyrinth by the Cure

Chapter 1

BPOV

"Say it's the same sun spinning in the same sky
Say it's the same stars streaming in the same night
Tell me it's the same world whirling through the same space
Tell me it's the same time tripping through the same day
So say it's the same house and nothing in the house has changed
Yeah say it's the same room and nothing in the room is strange
Oh tell me it's the same boy burning in the same bed
Tell me it's the same blood breaking in the same head
Say it's the same taste taking down the same kiss
Say it's the same you
Say it's the same you and it's always been like this
Say it's the same you
Say it's the same you and it always and forever is
Say it's the same you
Say it's the same you and it's always been like this
Say it's the same you
Say it's the same you and it always and forever is
Say it's the same you
Say it's the same you
Yeah tell me it's all the same…."

As much as I love the Cure I wasn't ready to wake up from my dream. I was sitting on this piece of driftwood that was on the bank near a lake. It was night time and the moon was shining, very few clouds making shadows across its face. There were tall, lush trees all around, like this was a private pond in the middle of a forest; a sort of secret oasis. I was sitting there in my cut off black jean shorts, a tank top corset of rich burgundy, my black and white stripped socks reaching only to my middle thigh. I had my legs crossed and was watching as I bounced my knee and the little heart charm on my Mary Janes' bounce to my mindless beat. I wasn't alone, he was there.

He was always there, and what kills me is I don't know who he is! He wrapped one of my pony tails around his finger and tugged my head gently to the side and trailed his nose along my neck, across my shoulder, and then back up till he reached my ear. The goose bumps that were caused in his wake were instantaneous! His breath was soft on my ear as he ran the back of his hand over the path his nose had traveled. I felt the cool metal of his rings as he spoke in my ear, his voice velvety and rich.

"Soon, my Queen," he began and his fingers started moving across my collarbone. They began playing with the little heart on the chocker around my neck, "fate is on our side. We will find each other and we will rule."

I shivered, YES! This is what I want, I want to rule with him…where ever here is.

"Tell me, poppet," he pulled my pony tail a little harder and ran his tongue along my jaw. I felt sparks shoot into my stomach, butterflies flutter all around inside, then he came back to my ear and growled, "Will you deny me?"

I wanted to tell him, "Hell no!" but that is when my cell phone started ringing. I had no idea who had a death wish, because I was with HIM, but as the song persisted I had no choice but to wake up.

"Make this good, its," I peered at my clock, the red letters blared 7:30 a.m., "To damn early."

"Your majesty," a cool melodic voice came over the line, "as much as I hate disappointing you, you were the one that told me to call you at this time so you could properly prepare yourself for you first day in your new realm."

Rosalie! Ok, so I lied to Renee and my Phil (Yes, my Phil, he was an awesome step-dad and I acknowledge those who care) when I said I didn't have or need friends. I had Rosalie. She was fuck-awesome and my right hand. I had dubbed her my princess and she ruled in my absence. If I had to abdicate with no idea if I would ever return, she was perfect to leave things to. I had in fact asked her to be my back up so that I could make a great first impression. Even though Forks was a small town, there still had to be more people like me. Surely I was not the only Goth in Forks.

"And to say that I loved you, Ro, would be an understatement!" I said, my voice sounding gravely from sleep, "how are things in Phoenix?"

"He misses you, B, but I have told him not where you went to."

"He doesn't get to know," I growled. Just so that we are clear, the He we are talking about is not Him. No this he is someone that does not even get the pleasure of being called by his first name. The He from my dreams, when I find him and we are finally together ruling, will have his name screamed from the bottom of my lungs and I praise the gods for bringing us together.

"I know, B, I have been taking care of it," She laughed, it was a tinkling laugh, she was up to something. But I let it go, as I said, I trust Ro.

"Ok, well I will call you tonight and we can catch up. Don't have too much fun today, and smack Royce once for me," I laughed as she huffed, "He is never going to be good enough for you in my eyes, Ro."

"I know, B," she huffed again, saying good-bye and hanging up. Now it time to pick out shower and pick out my clothes for the day.

EPOV

I stared across the top of the trees as the rain poured down over the small town of forks. I love this town. I love how it's small and hasn't been corrupted or changed to drastically over time. It's small, it's pure, it's mysterious, Forks is classic American Gothic. The best part is that no one, except my court, knows it. Case in point, you ask yuppie-puppy, Jessica Stanley, what makes this town so unique, so special? She will look at you like you have grown three heads and tell you to go to Port Angeles instead.

Nah, Port Angeles is not the scene. Port Angeles, with its every expanding and growing high rises and shopping outlets, they are not special. Sure you could go to some of the cemetaries there explore, but even those are not always worth the trip to the Port. You want special, Tandy's Cinema on Randolph. They play old movies, various genre, black and white, sometimes color. Or Clearwater View in downtown Forks is a local art museum. Sue Clearwater hosts various local artists as well as larger exhibits when able. I seriously hope to enter a lot of my work in there over the summer. I just need to find a time to talk to Sue.

But back to what I was getting at…Forks, my kind of town. I love the forests, all the twisted beauty within. You got your trees, your trails, your cliffs and beaches. Take for instance where I was just at, below where I am sitting is a secluded lake. It is surrounded by trees, some almost as tall as the redwoods farther south. I was sitting on a log, meditating all night thanks to some herbs that Alice, my sister, put together for me. The herbs allowed me to travel across dreams, into other people's minds, and there is one I continue to go to.

I should explain something before I get ahead of myself. I am a vampire. Yes, creature of the night that drinks blood and can never die. Can you kill me? Yes

Garlic – fun Hollywood imagination

Fangs – Hollywood again!

Sunlight – Some of us react differently. Some vampires sparkle, because of the way the sun hits our skin, which is really hard. However, some of us it aches because it reacts with the venom to cause pain, but it doesn't kill us. And then there are those who have both. I pity them. I am one that it just hurts, I don't sparkle!

Wooden stakes – again, our skin is too hard, this doesn't even make a dent.

Long story short, I don't sleep, I am superfast, super strong, and the only way to kill me is for another vampire (or mystic entity of great strength) must pull me apart, limb from limb, and burn me. You can't just throw a torch at me and that is that, no you have to tear me apart because our skin protects the venom which, as it turns out, is highly flammable.

My sister Alice, who really isn't my sister but that is another story, is a witch and created these herbs for me so that I can find my soul mate, my singer, my one. And the herbs work. I am able to smoke them and transcend into dreams and found her. How do I know it is her, she calls to me, her glowing sphere turns blue whenever I am near it and I know that is the one I have to touch. She never turns me away, either. She is always so beautiful! Pale skin, just glows in the moonlight, milky white and always so soft to the touch. Her hair is black with red, shiny, soft to the touch, always done in some cute and often sexy way. Tonight it was pig tails…and I had one wrapped around my hand. And whenever I kiss her skin, I am hit with the scent of lavender and vanilla, so sweet. The skin itself is warm and damn if it doesn't call me to just sink my teeth in! The pisser of the whole scene is that I never see her face, I am always behind her. Not that the view isn't spectacular from behind, chick has an ass that won't quit.

But I relent. She woke early; I heard soft sounds of "Labyrinth" by the Cure and then she was gone. I regained composure in the seclusion of my lake world, surrounded by my trees, with a need for blood and a need to have my queen. Yes, my Queen, because when I find this woman…she is going to rule with me forever.

Damn, I need to hunt. There are lions a little farther north. I check my watch, I have forty-five minutes…plenty of time for breakfast before I have to get ready for school.

_A/N: Ok, guys…whatcha think? Should I keep going?