"Will you quiet sighing already?!" Rosalie demanded, pounding her fist against the table. I fought back another sigh from annoyance and scowled instead. I grumbled to myself and crossed my arms, closing my eyes.

"What's the matter, Zandra?" Esme asked gently. I cracked open one eye to find her staring down at me. I was currently sagging on the back of the couch, sulking.

"Nothin'.." I muttered, shutting my eye again. I listened to her retreating footsteps and stopped myself from sighing again. If it wasn't one thing, it was most definitely another. The stupid rules echoed in my head. I memorized them perfectly.

1. This book can only be read in complete darkness

2. Only YOU can read the book

3. You must follow ALL instructions given from the book

4. You are to keep the book with you at ALL TIMES

5. You must NEVER attempt to destroy the book

So setting this book on fire wouldn't do me any good. I couldn't toss it somewhere and just forget about..not unless I felt like dying. Convincing people that I was carrying a killer book was impossible. I'm the only one who can read the stupid book, and in the dark only. And if I plan on surviving to tell the tale, I had to follow the instructions. I made me wonder what the stupid instructions would be like. I'd probably have to kill someone and hand the money from their wallets over to some person in a dark alley in exchange for more instructions... I really hope that's not the case. I don't want people to think I'm a killer. Even so, there are still some people I wouldn't mind killing. I stared at Bella tentatively. She felt my stare and glared at me.

"What are you staring at?" She demanded. My eye twitched.

"Well, before it was your unhealthy hair. Now it's your disgusting face. Any more questions?" I stated, quirking a brow. Her little fists quivered and her face turned different shades of red and purple. I kept my face sarcastic. "Oops! Would you prefer a lie?"

"Shut up!" Bella yelled, standing from the love seat she shared with Edward. He grabbed one of her wrists, cautioning her. "What is your problem, Zandra?! Ever since you got here you've been nothing but a sour puss!"

"My problem?!" I screeched, standing as well. Even though I found sour puss funny, I was in spazz mode. "You're my problem, you fucking grandma!"

She gasped dramatically and stumbled back a few steps. I snorted and said, "What's the matter princess? Afraid your face might look even uglier after I'm through with you? You're such a freakin' Barbie."

"Enough!" Edward spat.

I saw more weird shades of red and purple as she processed my words. I smirked and waved her forward like they did in cheap westerns. She shook her hand loose of Edward and ran towards me, stumbling. Well, more like jogging. We were at short distance, but she ran slow. I giggled at her pace and stomped on my Twilight book, which was currently on the floor beside my feet. I kicked it with all my might. It flew across the air and collided with Bella's knees, causing her to lose balance and make out with the floor boards. I prayed to the gods quietly. Thank you for having my mom force me to play soccer for three years! I thought.

"Bella!" Edward cried, lifting her from the boards. There was a red mark the size of Canada on her forehead. In the corner of my eye, I saw Rosalie trying not to smile. I bit my lip to keep from laughing, but I couldn't help the snickers that slipped out. His face contorted into an angel of rage. "You..!!"

"Me!" I exclaimed, raising my hands in the air and giving off spirit fingers. He grabbed the book and threw it back at me with amazing force. I caught it with my left hand and gave him thumbs up with my right. "Nice throw! You ever played baseball? I played softball for five years!"

"This is no laughing matter, Zandra Brooks." Edward hissed, holding his Bella tight. I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, one, that wasn't meant to be funny. And two, nobody's laughing dumbass!" I retorted. I bit my tongue from saying anything else and took a deep breath to calm myself. Zandra Brooks in full spazz mode was not a Zandra Brooks you'd want to be around. "I'm going upstairs."

It hadn't even been a whole day yet and I was ready to kill. I skulked into Alice's room, staring out into the night. It was pitch black outside and the moon looked really bright today. I stroked Twilight in my arms. It was dark enough; I could possibly read the book again. I closed the curtains and shut the door. I took a deep breath, sitting on the bed, and opened the book. The pages flipped themselves, and blood red letters danced across the pages to assemble new words. I stared at the elegant script in wonder.

Zandra Brooks is your name, I already know that. You are probably wondering who I am... I'd wish to tell you everything

about me, but for your safety, I can only tell you my name. I am Lukas Denmark 4513, but you may call me Luke. I sincerely

apologize for the misfortunes to come, but please do not fear. I am your friend, and you must never forget that. The instructions

I give you are for your survival and I beg you to follow them. I oppose this punishment. I will do everything in my power to protect

you and get you out of this mess. You must trust me with all your being; never doubt me. I would never let anything happen

to you even though you do not know me. I will give you your first set of instructions.

1. Do NOT tell the Cullens of your journey here. That must remain secret.

2. There is a pendant in your bag. Take it. Wear it. Never remove it.

3. Ignore the strange things you see. Don't look them in the eye. You will soon know what I'm talking about.

That is all I can tell you for now. Please...take care.

-Luke

Luke, I thought. So that was my executioner's name. As much as I hated this situation, I felt no hatred towards this person. He seemed like he really wanted to help me, but I couldn't know for sure. I didn't know him in person. The only information he gave about himself was his name. Lukas Denmark 4513 (1). What did the numbers mean? Was that some kind of bar code? I wondered if he was a cyborg from the future. Or maybe from the past...his name sounds pretty old. That suddenly reminded me of my new instructions. The pendant.

"It's in my bag?!" I thought aloud. That news disturbed me. How could this person get a pendant in my bag without me noticing? And the vampires no less. Their senses were thousands times better than mine. Wouldn't they notice his presence?

The pendant was on top of everything shoved into my messenger bag. I turned on the little lamp on the floor to stare at it in wonder. It was a silver owl with blue gems inside of it (2). This also disturbed me for a second. What could that mean? Was he watching me? I shuddered while I struggled to clasp the chain around my neck. The gems reflected in the light. I assumed that I would be seeing 'weird things' soon. I wondered what it was. It probably wasn't good, considering that I was on punishment. I scowled as I reopened all the curtains to let the moon light soak the room. A knock sounded on the door.

"Zandra? Are you awake?" Edward called from the other side.

I was just about to make a snide comment when something flashed before my eyes. I saw a shadow in the moonlight and spun around to stare at what was. It flew around the room with grace. An owl. My hand flew up to my mouth to keep a blood curdling scream from escaping. The owl's head did a one-eighty as it landed perched on the window sill. It was silver colored with bright blue eyes. My eyes snapped to my pendant. Edward's fist pounded on the door again.

"Zandra, I'm coming in." Edward warned, and I could hear Bella lightly complaining on the other side. The door handle turned slightly.

The owl flew outside, leaving me stunned. My eyes were locked on my pendant. The jewels still shimmered in the light, but that wasn't what confused me at the moment. The handle turned all the way, and I heard the lock churn as the door opened. I could feel two cold stares trying to burn holes into me, but my eyes were burning holes into the pendant. The owl...was gone. I heard an over dramatic gasp. Sudden yelling. Quick footsteps. Cold hands.

I fainted.

I...had the most retarded dream ever. My dreams always involved some kind of natural disaster. This time, it was a tsunami. The world was ending, and we were all going to drown from the melted ice. I was glad I took swimming lessons since I was a kid. Dream or not, if the world was going to end from lots of water, I'd swim my ass to survival. I would've laughed at myself, but I couldn't feel my face. My body, for that matter. I mean, I knew it was there...I just didn't...feel in my body. I was floating.

"Her vitals are normal. She probably just fainted from shock." Carlisle confirmed quietly.

"Shock from what?" Someone whispered.

"Well, she doesn't remember how she got here. She seemed fine about it mentally, but her body probably received the shock late." Carlisle explained.

Wrong! I shouted in my head. That was not the reason! That was not true at all. I fell out because of the stupid owl! It was on my pendant one minute, then sitting on the window sill. Who wouldn't feel a little shock from that? This is the second time I've fainted in my whole life! I don't usually faint. This was getting ridiculous! I don't even take naps for Pete's sake! I act like a zombie if I'm tired because I hate taking naps! I'd sleep the whole day away if I did that! And now I'm...fainting?! Oh hell no!

"She's going to awaken in a few seconds. She can probably hear us." Alice said in a distant voice. An eerie silence followed. My eyes fluttered open.

My eyes almost rolled right back into my head. I was dead beat. Damn owl, scaring the crap outta me like that. I could've died from a heart attack if I wasn't prepared like my executioner in question warned. Once I took a nap, there was no hope for me waking up until the next day. And if I woke up in the middle of my coma-like nap, I'd become a pissed off black woman. But when I was angry, I'd yell in a mixture of Spanish and English. All the vampires and Bella stared at me with different expressions.

"Zandra, are you alright?" Carlisle asked. I didn't answer.

"She's going to pass out again." Alice stated.

My eyes rolled back before her sentence was finished. I was about to wonk out before a voice suddenly entered my mind,

"My poor angel..."

OKAY...There's your next chapter! I hope you guys liked it! Oh yeah, and here's the reference to the bold numbers you saw in parenthesis!

(1) Lukas Denmark 4513. Lukas is pronounced (Loo-kiss)

(2) You can find what the pendant looks like on my profile! It's all the way at the bottom under STORY STUFF!

And its true! I've been forced to play soccer for three years. I've played softball for five years (including this year), and I've been a swimmer since I was a tiny tot. I ALSO did gymnastics for six years during the three years I did soccer. I was a active little kid! Now I'm a lazy teen who only likes to write stories and party hard with her friends! WOOH!! Anyways, hope you enjoyed this!