Ms. Meyer owns Twilight and all it's cool characters.

Violette walked the stone path up to the white door of her house and paused flipping her keys over for her house key. Just as she reached up for the lock the door swung open revealing her brother Jack standing there with a grin on his face.

Though Jack was Violette's younger brother at nineteen, no one would guess such. He towered over her by a whole foot at six foot three inches. The two were just about polar opposites. Jack with his curly blonde hair that highlighted his beautiful tan and boyish dimples. Violette loved her younger brother, often thinking of his happy disposition as her flashlight on dark nights. Even if the only things the two ever had in common was a love of peanut butter and their mother's bright big blue eyes.

"Hey, what are you up to tonight?" He smiled his best winning smile at her before she could walk through the door.

"Sleeping. I'm old now remember?" She pushed past his broad body into the house.

"Well that is very convenient for me then. I need to borrow your car." Violette stopped on her way to the kitchen to give Jack a wary look.

"Why?"

"I have a date with a girl from work, and my car's in the shop." He followed her into small kitchen and waited patiently while she searched the fridge for leftovers.

"Why not borrow Mom or Dad's?" Violette's car might not have been anything special, but she had witnessed Jack's driving first hand.

"I really like this girl Violette. I can't pick her up in Mom's minivan, and they're out at dinner right now in Dad's car." That explained the lack of leftovers in the fridge she thought.

Violette sighed and closed the fridge. "Fine, but promise me you'll drive within the speed limit please."

Jack's face erupted into a huge smile and he rushed over to Violette kissing her cheek before running upstairs. "Thanks, I owe you." He called.

Despite herself Violette smiled at her brother, she couldn't help it.

"Now, what to eat?" She mumbled opening and closing the near empty cabinets in the kitchen. Just then she remembered a new Chinese restaurant a friend had given her a take-out menu to last week, and decided on delivery.

After looking through the menus in the kitchen she remembered she had left it in her car. Luckily Jack was still prepping for his date and had not left. She grabbed her keys and went back out to dig it out of her jammed glove compartment.

The clear night had clouded over and rain was beginning to drizzle down on her as she unlocked the car. She reached across the seat and opened the glove compartment in search of the menu. She easily found it and was about to go back inside when something struck her.

The book was not in the glove compartment. She clearly remembered placing it there before going inside. Glancing to her right, she saw it was not on the seat either. "What in the world?"

The chills she had managed to shake earlier flooded her body. Shaking she turned around to search the back seat, but came up empty. Where had it gone? Violette was not one to easily misplace anything.

The rain turned from a slow drizzle to a downpour as she ran from the car slamming the door and into the house. There was only one thing she could think of.

"Jack!"She yelled as she burst through the front door.

He was walking down the stairs in a fresh shirt and jeans.

"Jack, did you move a book out of my car?" He had to of.

"Violette, when could I have done that? I've been upstairs changing." Jack gave her a puzzled glance as he looked past her and then met her eyes again.

"Are you talking about that book?" He pointed behind her.

Sure enough there it was, the shiny black cover was reflecting the light off it from the side table near the door.

"No way." She could feel her hands shaking as she stared in disbelief at the inoffensive book.

"Jack, I swear to you, I left that book in my car in the glove compartment. And I locked the car. How did it get in here?" Violette knew her voice was accusing and a little crazy but she did not care, this was ridiculous. Books did not move themselves.

"I honestly don't know. Are you feeling okay?" He was staring at her cautiously, but definitely not guilty. Violette knew it was not Jack.

"Yea I'm fine, I think." She started to feel silly about the whole thing. She must have brought the book in and forgot.

"Do you want me to cancel my date and stay home with you tonight? I wouldn't mind." His eyes were concerned, but Violette knew her little brother well enough to know he really did mind.

"Seriously Jack, I'm perfectly fine. I guess I just have a lot on my mind and must have forgotten bringing it in." She smiled up at him trying to convince Jack and herself that she was fine.

"Alright, well I'm heading out then. Thanks again, I'll fill up the tank for you." Violette gave her 'little' brother a quick hug in return.

"Drive safe, and have fun." He smiled down at her as he ducked out into the rain, and made a run for it to her car.

Violette closed the door and walked over to the book. Her fingers grazed the smooth cover, and she sighed picking it up.

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Four hours later, and halfway through the second book Violette passed into a deep sleep alone in the den.

Again her mind went to the vivid dream staring the devilishly handsome vampire. The setting this time was different. They were walking silently along a moonlit beach. Violette laughed happily as she danced barefoot away from the cool waves rushing at her feet. She could feel his gaze from behind her, she recognized it instantly as the one she had felt earlier. As she turned to meet the gaze his intense eyes captured hers with so much feeling she gasped.

He smiled broadly at her as she stood frozen, the water crashing onto her legs, and reached his long extended fingers to her. He was calling her to him.

Violette moved with a force outside of herself to him, to a place she felt she belonged. When their fingers linked, a chill racked her spine. And just as they began walking he started humming. A sickly sweet melody she had heard only hours before. She turned with a look of surprise on her face, "It was you?"

He did not answer Violette; instead he reached his other hand to her shoulder and began shaking.

Violette's eyes shot open as the shaking continued and she yelped in surprise when she saw her mother's face a foot from her own.

"I didn't mean to scare you, but honey don't you have to work today?" Her mother asked stifling a yawn.

"Yea, oh my god, what time is it?" She jumped out of the chair when she noticed the sun coming in through the windows.

"It's about seven." She answered.

"Oh no. Thanks for waking me up Mom." She had to be at work by eight, and at this point that would be a stretch.

She rushed upstairs to the bathroom to start another day. This time though, something told her it was not going to be grey.