Okay so I think I'm going to keep going with this story…enough people seem to like it and I like the idea :)

I apologize now if I butcher any of Stephanie Meyer's characters…she is an amazing writer and I know I won't be able to come even close to describing them they way she does…plus this is my first time writing characters from a book…

I better do that whole disclaimer thing once in a while…I OWN NOTHING! Stephanie owns Twilight, Mark owns One Tree Hill and Eric owns Supernatural…. lucky ducks. I just own the idea of putting all these amazing things into one. I feel special.

Brooke looked around her Aunt's house. It was definitely different since the last time she'd been there. Not as much clutter…a little dusty still but hey. She could remember way back when their house used to be a pigsty. Ellen and Jo were constantly at the Roadhouse…ever since Bill had passed, that's all they could focus on…working and making enough money to make ends meet. Of course they never had time to clean.

The ride back was short. It took only about 15 or 20 minutes until they pulled up the driveway to the familiar looking ranch house in Forks. It was far from quiet in the car as the three women chatted away about the years that had passed. Brooke felt good to be home.

She walked into the living room and threw her bag on the musty old couch. Another relic of the good ole days. Jo smiled as she rounded the corner, catching the grin that was planted on her cousin's face.

"Brooke, your things are already set up in the guest bedroom," Ellen called to her from the kitchen as she was preparing dinner. "Jo why don't you go help her unpack her suit case."

Jo rolled her eyes, "That's the only thing she didn't get to unpacking for you."

"I'm sorry, you guys really didn't have to do that," Brooke sighed. She really hated when they worked so hard to make her feel at home. It was already way too much.

"Nah, it's okay. You know my mom- she'd do anything for you, B," The blonde smiled and grabbed her arm as she led her to her new room.

It was much smaller then what Brooke was used to…but in a cozy way. The walls were a light shade of purple with white trim. Towards the corner of her room, a twin bed sat under a window. The comforter was a darker shade of purple and had matching throw pillows. A white dresser with an attached mirror was placed to the right of the bed. On top were a bunch of her cheerleading trophies and pictures of her friends back in Tree Hill. She smiled at the sight.

Her closet was small and filled with hangers just waiting to be used. On the side opposite from the dresser was a desk and lounge chair. Her suitcase was leaning up against a bedpost, waiting to be unzipped and unloaded.

"Most of your stuff is in the basement," Jo explained. "Mom decided it would never fit in this tiny room. And she said she put all of your scrapbooks under your bed…in case you were wondering."

Brooke smiled and gave her cousin a warm embrace, "Thank you. It's much more then I could ask for. I love it, really."

Jo shrugged, "It's nothing really." She slung an arm over her shoulder. "Now, how I ever told you how much fun it's going to be with you here?"

"Oh! Speaking of, you've got to tell me about it!" Brooke smiled and plopped herself on her bed. Jo sat down next to her.

"Tell you what?" She asked.

"About everything. The town, the school, work at the roadhouse…I want to know it all!" Brooke smiled brightly…almost a little too forced.

Ellen knocked softly on the door pane.

"May I come in?" She questioned with a smile.

Brooke raced up to her and gave her another hug, "Thank you so much El!"

"Oh, Brooke! You're welcome," Her aunt chuckled lightly. "You don't have to thank me, honey. We're happy to have you here."

"Thanks," She said again as they went to sit.

"So," Ellen began. "You want to know all about Forks?"

Brooke nodded fervently.

"I have a few guidelines while you live under my roof, Brooke. I'm going to be like your mother," Ellen stopped herself. "Scratch that. I'm going to be like a mother. We have rules that need to be followed."

Brooke threw an amused glance toward Jo.

"Here we go," Her cousin let out a sigh as she collapsed down onto the bed.

"Right, well." Ellen continued. "No boys here without my knowledge. No drinking…especially while on duty at the Roadhouse. No staying out past 10:00 unless you call me and tell me you're running late."

"Whoa, whoa, Momma El…a little strict huh? No staying out past ten?" Brooke smiled. "Since when were you that uptight."

Ellen through her niece a stern look, "Brooke…Forks may seem like an ordinary happy-go-lucky town but there are things that go on here that I don't need you exposed to."

"Which brings us to the next item on the list of things never to do," Jo pretended to drum roll.

Ellen rolled her eyes, "Jo already knows this rule. But it wouldn't kill me to go over it again. The two of you, under no circumstances will you be allowed to go to La Push."

"The Indian reservation?" Brooke raised a brow. "Why not? There's a beach there right…"

"Brooke don't even get any ideas…that place is off limits for you two, understand?" Ellen looked at her.

"It's okay Brooke, we're a little superstitious in this house…there's a legend-"

Ellen cleared her throat, which stopped Jo from continuing.

"Jo…Brooke's head doesn't need to be filled with these silly stories."

Jo looked at back at her mother, "Why not? If she's going to be living here then she has a right to know what's going on. Forks isn't exactly a normal place and you said it yourself. She has a right to know about people at the roadhouse…about Dad-"

"Jo, enough! Don't bring your father into this either, young lady," Ellen snapped.

Brooke sat back and watched as Jo shrunk back down onto the bed.

"Ellen?" She said through the awkward silence.

Her aunt looked over to her with strained eyes.

"If it makes you feel any better," She looked between the two and shifted slightly. "My dad told me about it…about how Uncle Bill died…about what he did and what killed him…I think I'm past the flipping out stage. I can handle whatever's going on here."

"What?" Ellen gaped incredulously. "Richard told you? Why the Hell would he fill your head with all of that…you must have been so young…how could you-"

"Oh trust me, I thought my father was nuts for telling me. I mean how is a 15 year old suppose to believe that ghosts and demons and zombies are actually real? And that something killed your uncle? Richard was drunk…I don't think he meant to tell me…it just sort of slipped, I guess." Brooke shrugged.

Jo flipped onto her stomach, "Whoa, wait, so you knew this long? And you were ok with it?"

Brooke shook her head, "No, not at first. Like I said…my dad was drunk. I didn't believe anything he was spewing. But a few weeks later I started researching…came across some things I never knew existed. And for further proof I called up Ash and bribed him to tell me the truth."

"Wait a minute," Ellen stood up. "Ash told you? Why I ought to ring his neck! Why would he be so dumb to-"

"It's okay Ellen," she chuckled. "Really, I got over it a long time ago. I found it sort of interesting. I wasn't messed up in the brain or anything after that, if that's what you're worried about."

"Well yeah," Ellen huffed. "I can't believe he would tell a girl as young as yourself about Hunting…there's no excuse to drag you into this Hell of a world. And your father…"

"Please don't punish Ash, I made him tell me. And my dad always drinks when my moms being a bitch…which is pretty much all of the time but whatever…like I said, I'm cool with it, really," Brooke tried to smile to calm her aunt's nerves.

Jo shook her head and frowned, "You won't be if you ever came across anything…knowing about it is one thing…but seeing…"

"That's part of the reason I don't need you down in La Push or out too late," Ellen explained. "You don't know what's out there…there are stories."

"About what?" Brooke's gaze was still intent.

"In La Push…a few of the locals…well they are like shape shifters…almost like werewolves but the moon doesn't turn them."

"What does?"

Jo and Ellen exchanged a worried look seeing Brooke so calm about it all.

"They are said to turn into wolves to protect the people…from vampires." Jo continued.

Brooke smiled, "Vampires? Really? But isn't protecting us a good thing?"

"I don't care if they are meant to protect us…I don't need you or Jo anywhere near them…the shape shifting wolves are extremely dangerous. You can get hurt if you're in their way. They can't control it sometimes. Plus, I don't trust them." Ellen crossed her arms.

"And vampires? If they only turn into wolves to protect us from them…that means there are vampires here?" Brooke became a little timid.

"Yes. They go to school with us."

Brooke burst out laughing at Jo's comment.

She stopped when no one seemed to be quite as amused. "You're not serious…are you?"

"The Cullen's…they are…an interesting coven," Ellen began to pace.

"They like to be thought of as a family, mom." Jo stated.

"Whatever. They say they don't drink human blood…that they only hunt animals and try to blend in with our world. I've talked to Carlisle Cullen…the father…and also Doctor down at the hospital... some sort of sick joke if you ask me. No one in this town, besides people in La Push, are familiar with Vampires. We know of them because we're hunters. Ash and I confronted him one day. And he explained all of this to us. I don't buy it one bit…they're vampires so they're dangerous. Jo knows to stay away from them. Brooke…I hope you understand why to stay away, too."

Brooke sat silently for a moment.

"So…Vampires really live here in Forks…they go to school with us…and then there's werewolves…"

"You okay?" Jo looked to her cousin and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Sure…it's a lot to take in but…yeah. I'm good." She stood up. "How am I supposed to know who to stay away from though?"

"Well as long as you stay away from La Push…you hopefully won't run into any werewolves. And trust me when I say, you'll be able to spot the Cullen's from a mile away," Jo's smile was a little sinister…and Brooke wondered what she meant by it.

Shadows covered every single corner of the room as Brooke tried to sleep that night. She wasn't having a bad dream, her bed was perfectly comfortable, and she wasn't excited about going to school tomorrow…so it made no sense to her. It was more as if she felt anxious about going in to a school where werewolves and vampires and God knows what else would be watching her as she walked down the halls. Undercover, yet still dangerous. From the stories Ellen, Jo, and Ash told her that night, of the beings of Forks and other creatures they had seen in their years of hunting, Brooke knew she didn't want to be a part of it. Yet there was still some aspect of it all that intrigued her.

She let out a frustrated sigh as she flipped over to her other side, pulling the covers with her. Thinking back to all the horrible first hand accounts and tales she heard, like the one about what killed her Uncle and about how the man down the street's wife was pinned to a ceiling and burned, she definitely understood why there were hunters in the world. She praised her Uncle for doing what he did, but also felt sorry that he died doing it. Not that he died in glory, because he did. He had died going after something that was a threat to innocents, which is exactly the same as a cop or a member of the armed forces. It was sad to think that the reason he died was swept under rugs and kept in secret to everyone but the immediate family or other hunters. He died trying to save someone's life. He sacrificed himself so others would live. And it was tragic because that kind of act should be known to the world, and honored.

After discussing this feeling to her Aunt, Ellen simply patted Brooke's back and told her she had a good heart. She felt it was silly to be worrying about not being remembered for something great rather then worrying about the demons and spirits that were around us everyday. Brooke had laughed.

Becoming even more restless tossing about, she sat herself up finally and looked at the clock. The bright red lights read '6:15.'

"Perfect," she said aloud. "Only 15 more minutes before I have to get up and ready for this day of hell."

She exhaled again and let her body fall limp back onto the bed.

There was a knock at the doorframe.

"Actually," Jo stuck her head in the room sheepishly, and then flicked on the lights. "Mom wants us out of the house by 6:45 so we can get to the school early so I can show you around. You might want to start getting ready now."

"Great," Brooke huffed as she sat up. "I've never gotten ready in a half hour in my life."

"First time for everything, Hon. Now get your scrawny butt up and into the bathroom!" Ellen's voice called from the kitchen, making Brooke smile despite her situation.

"Mom's making breakfast for us. Hope you like omelets," Jo announced and skipped out of the room joyfully.

Brooke rolled her eyes and followed orders.

Forks High was nothing like Tree Hill High, Brooke observed. Sure, they were both small town schools with a similar structure and alumni size, but the feeling was off. Back in Tree Hill, going to school would feel like another day to have fun and see her friends, and she would wake up every morning in a positive and giddy mood. It was always warm down in North Carolina, too. Occasionally you would have your breezy and cool days, or maybe even a hurricane warning here and there. But it was comfortable, and Brooke was used to it.

Here, Brooke felt that she stuck out like a sore thumb. Getting constant stares from seniors pulling up into the parking lot as she walked past with Jo made her feel a bit uncomfortable. It could have been the idea that perhaps one of them was a Vampire or something. And here, she didn't feel warm or happy or comfortable. She felt cold, tired, and out of place. It was raining, as it usually was in this town, apparently. And it wasn't hurricane rain or hot and humid rain either. It was just plain old gross, wet rain. As Brooke walked up to the sidewalk on the side of the school she didn't feel giddy or excited to see her old friends, because here she only had Jo. Making friends was barely a problem for her but a feeling in the pit of her stomach yanked her and made her feel like she was betraying her friends if she made new ones.

But that's sort of what college is about, she tried to reassure herself.

Maybe the reasoning for this one also had something to do about vampire classmates. How would she know if her new BFF would want to suck her blood or not? It would be a bit rude to ask.

That's right…the vampires that go here don't suck blood, She tried to reassure herself again.

Jo nudged at her ribs, knocking her out from her trance.

"Look," She said, pointing to a Silver Volvo parked just a few yards or so away from them.

Brooke watched as the owner of the vehicle and it's passenger hopped out of the front and side doors. They were beautiful; she had that feeling even before they turned around. The two were facing her now, one boy and one girl, the girl being much smaller and petite. They both had pale gray complexions and just the right features. Cheekbones were in the right place, eyes were just the right size, and the jaw line wasn't over powering. The guy's body was built up strong while the girl's was delicate. It was like they were perfect in every way.

"Those are the Cullen's?" Brookes voice sounded more surprised and astounded then fearful, as she originally thought she would feel when she first saw Forks' own little coven of vampires.

"Two of them, yes. Edward and Alice. All the girls drool over him. And quirky little thing she is," Jo rolled her eyes. She then turned her attention to her cousin, and laughed at her wide-eyed gaze. "What? Not like you expected them to be?"

"Well, no," Brooke gaped. "I kind of imagined The Count from Sesame Street…or something."

"The puppet?" Jo snorted.

"What?" She shrugged and smirked. "It's not like drop dead gorgeous was top on my list of what I expect a vampire to look like."

Jo gasped, "Brooke! Okay, one, don't mention anything supernatural out loud in public ever again, and two, don't even think about it! My mother would lock you up and exorcize you if she caught you drooling over Edward Cullen. Sheesh."

Although a little confused, she was smirking.

"I just think you're jealous. He would totally go for me," Brooke stuck out a tongue.

"It's your funeral," Jo warned.

The taller male, Edward, turned toward them and stared. He turned back around quickly and shut the door of his car.

"He's listening to us now, you know," Jo whispered to her cousin.

Brooke shrugged as she continued to stare back at him, "I just don't understand. They don't seem threatening." Then she waved.

Jo slapped her hand and shot her a look.

"Okay, okay. So, he's the mind reader…and Alice is…" Brooke said in a hushed tone as she tried to remember the details on the Cullen's her Aunt informed her of last night.

"Annoying overly energetic ball of sunshine who can see into the future?" Jo smirked back at Alice, who was also watching them now.

Edward clicked his keys, locking his car as they started to walk up to the school.

"Strange eyes," Brooke studied the amber color ring around their pupils. "So when you say they're listening to us, does that mean through our thoughts or with super hearing?"

"Probably both," Jo shrugged. She smiled at her next statement, "But Edward can't read mine. There's some sort of genetic difference or something that prevents it. Dr. Cullen insisted on some sort of test. We said no of course, but that was the conclusion we drew."

Brooke nodded and pondered for a moment as the Cullen's crept closer to where they were standing.

"Think he can read my thoughts?" Brooke tried to hold back a laugh as she curved her lips into a seductive smile.

Jo's laughed echoed for a moment as she shook her head and kept her eyes on the approaching vampires.

Edward's lips twisted up into a crooked smile, "Good Morning, Joanna."

"Cullen," She snapped when they stepped in front of them. "I'm sure you've heard about my cousin that was going to be living with us for the next year."

"Ah yes, Brooke Davis, is it?" Edward raised an eyebrow as he looked towards Brooke.

"Nice to meet you, Edward. And Alice right?" Brooke gestured toward the smaller girl.

She smiled vibrantly in a way that made her teeth seem to literally sparkle, which they probably did.

"Hello Brooke!" Her voice chimed.

"Hi," She laughed in amusement again.

Actually, this whole situation was somewhat amusing to her. The way the Cullen's were absolutely perfect in every way you could imagine them to be, when she was thinking they would resemble a modern Hollywood version of Dracula. The way Edward and Alice seemed to know how to get under Jo's skin and annoy her for their own pleasure; to watch the hunter squirm. The way Jo eyed them suspiciously and seemed to hate their guts with every fiber of her being, thanks to the way she was brought up. And the way this whole potentially dangerous vampire thing wasn't nearly as frightening as she thought it would be.

In fact, it wasn't frightening at all. She felt comfortable around the Cullen's. Normal, almost, and like these were the sort of people in Forks she might actually like to talk to. Although she was sort of forbidden from even thinking of it. But then again, Brooke was never one to follow rules now was she?

"What do you want?" Jo folded her arms and raised a brow as she stared back at the two.

"Just wishing you a good morning, Jo," Alice smiled again. "And welcoming Brooke to Forks. We couldn't help overhear that she knows all about our family. I assume she knows about hunting and werewolves, too, yes?"

Brooke nodded, "More then I'd like to. But yes, I know."

Edward became serious, "And we can trust her with our secret?"

"I don't know," Jo huffed. "Why don't you tell me? You'd know what's going on in that head of hers better then I can."

Edward and Alice exchanged a worried glance.

"Actually," Edward said stiffly. "I can't read her mind, either."

Hoped you liked!

In case I can't describe the amazing-ness that is Edward…it helps to picture Hayden Christensen…well that's my Edward anyway. I do picture the other actors in the movie for the rest of the Cullen family though. Strange.

Also- the idea that Edward can not read Brooke or Jo's mind is because of a "genetic difference" that blocks their minds from his powers…well in my story, it's true…but I also chose it cause it would be too much of a hassle if Edward knew everything my two main characters were thinking…I hope this doesn't seem like a stupid loophole or anything to you guys…it just makes it easier and I think more interesting.

So please keep reviewing! It's no fun writing a story when it seems people don't enjoy it :-/ Reviews let me know what ya think ;-)

-hsl