"My love is like the stars of the sky and maybe you do not understand the importance of what a little light from the stars can do but someday you will realize that you need it too and look up to it."

~ Freon Pronto

Chapter One:

The Beginning

I felt the vigorous sun kissing my neck as we rolled in the meadow of Sweet alyssums, daises, wild flowers, lily of the valley and the wisteria flowers covering us from the sun as it tries to peak through to get a hold of my skin again. We were wrestling based on a smart comment on his behalf, I told him to take it back, but he refused so I tackled him, as we rolled through the sweet-smelling abyss we stopped by the creek with him on top of me winning; I always underestimate his strength, he never fully displays it around me since he treats me like fragile glass. I hate it when he treats me like glass it makes me feel weak and worse, not his equal but his inferior thing.

"Stop letting those wheels turn" He whispered, his nose tickled the crook of my neck he pinned both my hands above my head so he can have better access, I tried to enjoy it but my mind is too focused on my abilities as a human. My lifespan is not that long, besides it is not like I am invincible or anything I am just a plain ole human being that bleeds easily when I fall. As his intoxicating ghostly kisses imprints my skin my mind slowly started to reel away from my fragile state and back to the man who is seducing me without even trying.

"You play an unfair game" I whispered, his thin lips were pressed against each other to give me one soft seductive smirk but it quickly vanished because his body is not used to such emotions so when he is capable of showing it I have to look very fast for it will only last less than a minute. As he hovered over my face he leaned towards my forehead planted a soft kiss, and moved to my left cheek to repeat the same action, as he reached to my eyes his golden orbs stared into my murky brown ones and we communicated a language that is too good for words. My greatest fears that I tried so hard to hide from him by guarding them behind my strong exterior walls slipped passed me like the wind and transformed as his fears. All my insecurities my sadness vanished into thin air and floated far away as I looked into his eyes, and once he was done stripping me away from the bad he started kissing me so the good can settle in.

"I promised you before, I will always save you no matter what" He whispered, his trails of kisses finally found its destination, as our lips played against each other in a sweet passion and erotic dance, his hands disappeared one in my thick curly hair the other to the hem of my blouse. My fingers slipped through his beautiful silky white hair, it was so easy getting lost in him he made me feel safe, feel like home is never too far as long as I am entwine with him. He always takes away the fears for me, when I feel like I am not good enough to be on his side he makes me forget, just how I make him forget he is not a monster but a man, a man with a heart of pure gold. The universe never wanted us to be devoted to one another because once we are together we will never part, when I am with him I feel wild and completely and utterly free like I can run in the woods with my hair flowing and no clothes committed to my body without a care in the world. What is happening between us is more than just some physical connection it is much deeper than that. It is a gravitational force pulling us together forming a bond between the two of us and I did not want to fight it I just wanted to feel it. Feel it like a lover would feel her body with the lights on, such intimacy that one is not afraid to explore with confidence, and strength, that nothing is more important than to melt into your partner because you are finally whole.

"You're always saving me" I whispered through our kiss, he makes a grunt and continues kissing me, it is his own way of telling me to stop worrying about it. As I pushed him down so I could be on top and I stared into his eyes, I started to get lost in him again I thought back on the time he strum on his wooden guitar in the meadows; I would close my eyes and float with each note in the sky on the musical sheet clouds, I paint such a vivid picture inside as my fingers touched the string, serenity hugs me close while passion whispers in my ears about the strong deep bars of this piece. I can taste the delight of sunshine and the cool waters of mystery in that song; I can hold its wonders in the palm of my hands, watching it unfold like a flower on a spring day. My shoulders begin to relax as I delve more into the mystery; my hunger for excitement expands as the sounds get louder and progress more, but as my fingers slow down my dream and the clouds slowly begin to fade away and I start to fall from the beautiful cloud nine into my body again as solidify myself back to be waken for the first time. Opening my eyes from the curtains before me I am in front of him and my beautiful fantasy is over. It felt like magic, pure and wholly sweet magic when I play with him; I just forget the world and only lay with him as it swallows us whole. It is then I realized for the first time of my life I am in control of everything including my fate and I had fallen dangerously and irretrievably in love with him. As he kissed my lips to awaken me, our tangled perilous matter separated from each other.

"It's time to wake up darlin" he whispered in my ear, I shook my head to refuse his words from coming true. I always hated this part more than anything, I hated waking up, I hated leaving him and I hated him leaving me. He is the first honest thing that ever made me feel so alive in the world, for the first time in seventeen years I am not alone, I am somewhere that I truly belong to. When we met the first time I tried so hard not to get attached but it was hard because I failed the first time. I wanted only to be with him.

"Please don't make me do this, I don't want to be alone" I whispered, heartbroken tears started to fall on top of his face I saw how his image started to ripple, I was being ripped away from the man I love whom I wanted to be with for all eternity. I tried hugging him tighter hoping if I wake up we would wake up together in each other's arms but he pushed me away because he knew my heart would suffer from the results.

"I love you Rae" he whispered in my ear as he gives me one final kiss, I could not breath out the words back because my sadness took the chance to get in the way and rip me out his arms to bring me back to reality.

"Cornelia, darling did you have a bad dream?" mother asked, I touched my face and felt that my dream once again was real and not something deep within my subconscious. I hated this, I hate having that dream every night because it does not feel like a dream but an open communication pathway to talk to that mysterious man who holds my heart.

"No it's me grieving over the fact I am up thirty thousand feet in the air heading to Forks" I brushed her off, I looked through my side of the window of the plane as we continued soaring through the air away from my beloved New York and into a foreign land that has successfully kidnapped my happiness.

"Cornelia, we have been over this before, We need this change" She stated.

"No mom, you needed this change; I was just dragged into this by default" I corrected her, ever since the car accident my mom has locked herself in the room while I had to be the adult. I didn't want to give her more grief than I needed to, but ever since my twin brother died she's been so distant with me. I didn't want to be a nuisance to her but what did she expect when she decided to pack up my life and drag me to some small town I've never even heard of.

"I understand, but what I don't get is why do I have to come, I can finish school in New York, I am very responsible mom" I told her hoping she would plea with me and send me back on the first flight to New York.

"I'm sorry dear, but your father and I already decided that it would be best if we did this as a family"

"But I'm not the one who had a say in this; it was you and dad, do not try to pull doing this a family on me" I answered she pressed her red lips together and left me to grieve because she knew better that I would only give her sass while I am going through a grieving process. Mom and Dad were not the only ones who lost Conner, I had lost him too. It wasn't until his death I've been having these dreams that helped me get through these hard times. After countless therapy sessions and interventions my parents finally left me alone and allowed me to "grieve" for my brother my way. The mystery man gave me comfort and he listened to my ideas and feelings about my brother; I knew it was ludicrous to be dependent on a figment of my imagination but it helped masked the death of my brother. Sadly it opened a wound of heartache that I could never exactly endure.

"It's like I can never get what I want" I whispered. I placed my headphones in my ears listening to the smiths "Please, Please, Please let me get what I want" praying to the universe that there will be a slight chance I will get what I finally dreamed about with my heart. But I knew it is a long shot because nothing ever happens to the one that dreams about it the most with all their heart. I just hope I do not get all mopey and depressed about it.

. .

Staring at my ceiling all I can hear right now is the sound of the miniature grandfather clock going tick tock. I made no attempt to move from this spot, except to stare at the ceiling and hear the clock going tick tock. I made the conclusion that my family hated me, they removed me from the concrete jungle to an actual jungle. I've counted like a billion trees during the painfully long car ride to our new "Family-style" home. It smelled of the ocean and so many lakes I thought I was going to vomit; how could anyone actually be happy living in such a desolate town. I can hear a bunch of cheerful and happy kids playing around in the "cul-da-sack" so that means it's probably morning, shrugging the feeling of knowing the type of day it is, I focused my attention back on the ceiling. I probably look like a depressed, seventeen-year-old brown eyed, brown skinned girl who likes to wear black and listen to sappy depressing songs because it feels so—well sappy. Shrugging the feeling I just stared at the ceiling with a box of Kleenex to the left of me and a tub of chocolate ice cream on the right. I probably look like a depressed, heartbroken seventeen-year-old brown eyed, brown skinned girl who likes to wear black and listen to depressing yet sappy songs because it feels—like my exact mood.

"Cornelia-Alma May Argent get out of your room now!" a forty year old female voice yelled I grabbed the closet thing I could find which happens to be the Kleenex and threw it at the door as a sign to leave the animals when in mourning.

"How many times must I tell you it's just Rae!" I shouted back "God I swear you're either deaf or you really don't give a crap about me anymore". Hearing the door unlock shows just how much that woman does not give a crap about me, I specifically told them to leave me alone in my room for exactly three whole days after we landed, that way I can reinvent myself and try to start a whole new life but what do I get a mother who barges in.

"Now it's been five whole days we've let you morn, but enough sweetie it's been five whole days since we moved to this new—"

"God mom, can you give me a break; I really don't need that whole move on lecture right now" I interrupted grabbing my pillow, propping it over my face silently praying to kami she would go away.

"No Rae—"

"Ugh, why can't I go to the summer house in New York, I'll still attend school and have one friend over, why must you move me into stupid Forks" muffling it through the pillow silently praying to the Universe to just kill me right about now. My life had enough torment, first my brother's untimely death, being torn from the life I've built to help my family heal and now I'm forced to accept this crap. I had a right to be mad, but it seems like what I wanted was always trumped by my precious mother and father. My entire life felt like a black and white movie with no sound, we slipped into a routine where we did what we wanted and ignored each other once we got home. But that stopped once a wrecking ball came and crash landed on our dining room table. Now my parents decided I should travel and see the world, that's nice and all but the minute we unpacked to this water infested town the fun suddenly ended and my hell officially began.

"That's it young lady, you are going to change your attitude and get ready for this charity dinner we have tonight, no mishaps, no mischief and no attitude do you hear me young lady?"

"Crystal" I replied she shook her head and headed out of the room to allow me to get ready for this stupid charity banquet. Good thing she said nothing about bringing a little chaos along with me to the banquet, I just hope these people have the nearest Hospital on speed dial.

"And stop eating chocolate it will break your skin out" she calls out, rolling my eyes I looked at the time to see that I have only three hours to get ready.

"You could have barged in on my mourning earlier so I would have enough time to get ready you know" I called out, getting up I walked into my new walk in closet, I missed my old one because I know where everything is, it took me three weeks to get accustomed to the one in New York and now I need three whole new weeks to familiarize myself with the damn closet here.

'Thanks mom and dad' I thought to myself. Way to screw your child over, as I walked deeper and deeper inside I finally found where the dresses were kept, shifting through the color-coded dresses, I decided since it is a charity dinner I should wear something fun yet elegant and still screams I am a teenager, not an old fart. After spending what seemed like an hour which was really thirty minutes cleaning myself, I looked myself in the mirror. I kept it simple, like always it consisted of dark jeans, a plain top and converses because I hate dresses. That uncomfortable feeling of air passing through my legs made me cringe, I don't understand how the girlish of girls love that crap but to each their own.

"You're definitely not a lady" Conner snorted as he waited for me by the stairs. We got invited to the school dance by our respective dates, my mother was more excited than me that she took me shopping and threw me at a salon for what felt like years to get my wild curly mane tamed. She shoved me in some pink lace dress and put makeup on my pimply 13-year-old face and lip gloss that kept getting stuck on my braces. Finally, after countless pictures she finally let me go to meet up with my brother.

"Shut up, God I feel so uncomfortable" I muttered, he giggled and nudged me a bit.

"You know how much she loves school dances and stuff"

"Yeah, but she can realize how much I hate it; I prefer book clubs or move screenings"

"Remember what we want is—"

"Always trumped by what our parents want" I groaned I only agreed to go to the dance because Conner dragged me to this. He said I needed to get out more and stop locking myself in the room, but I couldn't help it. The isolation of my room felt so much better than the company of people.

"For what it's worth, you're pretty" He told me, I looked at my brother shocked that he was capble of such things. Before I could even say the words "thank you" he pushed me down the stairs where my face met the floor and I could hear his laughter from upstairs.

"Oh you are so dead" I muttered but he was already gone before I could chase him.

Wiping the tears from my face, I couldn't dwell on the past. Even if it keeps coming back to haunt me. Taking a section from the middle I made a small hump then turned the rest of the remaining hair into a bun. Looking at myself for the final time I saw the transformation of the thriteen year old who hated dresses to the seventeen year old who still hates them but doesn't mind a few girly things. Looking at the scar on my lower left chin Conner left me from the push, I couldn't help but giggle by how far I've come. I could hear my younger teenage self, groaning at the thought of make-up and perfume but it only made me think of my brother. It's only been two years since his death and it still feels like it happened yesterday. Shaking the feeling off, I knew my brother would kick me in the shins for feeling sad and I needed to be upbeat and happy for him and my family.

"I still miss you" I whispered.

Applying a small coat of lip gloss I walked down the staircase to present myself to my mother and father hoping to get a reaction out of them and have me to change into a boring old dress. As I got down I gained the attention of both parents and twirled around showing them my choice in clothing, my dad walked towards me and eyed my outfit while my mother did the same praying to Universe they would send me back upstairs and tell me I can stay home but they did nothing.

"I honestly do not know how I feel about this outfit, it's like a piece of me wants to let you express yourself while the other piece wants to tell you to go change" father answered.

"Yes darling I am conflicted to, a piece of me loves the edgy look but the other half is appalled by such a choice" Mother replied as she tried dissecting my outfit, she grabbed a blazer from the closet that I did not know we had and made me try it on but took it off then grabbed a long black lace shirt and pulled me into the bathroom that is three doors on the right and told me to put it on. Still unsatified with the look, she grabbed a beautiful ivory dress with cascading hues of dark taupe and muted eggplant on the hem line. My fingers trembled as I touched the beautiful dream like material, I pinched myself at least ten times to make sure that I am not dreaming that this dress was in fact on my body.

"It's beautiful" I whispered, I did not want to let this dress go, as I continued to admire myself in the mirror, she took out my hairstyle and allowed my natural curly locks to flow with the dress. I know I was betraying everything I stood for but this dress was literally a dream, it made me feel special; it gave that void feeling in my chest some filling.

"Now you're ready to go" she told me, as I walked out I looked at my dad who stared at me in awe and shock, he looked at me and tried his best not to tear up.

"You grew up so fast honey" he whispered.

"Dad please don't make me cry" I answered, he always had that one perfect line to say and make me cue up the waterworks. He did that on my sixteenth birthday, I refused get out of the car that time because I was still crying, once he told me I looked like a princess. As we headed towards the limo I hugged the dress, admiring how my mother would always do the impossible for my happiness it made me really appreciate my family, and how I was being an ignorant brat for not acknowledging that no matter what they will still try to make me happy.

"I love you guys" I whispered before looking back into the window.

-o-

"This place is massive" I told them, it is supposed to be someone's house, but it looked like a grand hotel, the ones if you were to go out of the country. It was in the middle of the woods, but it still screamed "Expensive" there were luxurious cars parked to the side of the house while other lavish cars were parked in the middle, there were men dressed as valet and a servant on top of the steps waiting to wait hand and foot to the guest that enter.

"I forget who it belonged to?" Mother questioned she turned to my father.

"Honey, who does it belong to?" She asked.

"I believe to the good doctor of this town, I forget his name" he answered, he sounded unsure because he is just as new to this town as mother, at least back in New York if you were to ask them about every crook and cranny they would tell you without missing a beat along with its history and who it belonged to. They were like magicians when it came to New York, they were the alpha dogs, but here in Forks we were just civilians to this unknown town. As the limo driver parked the car, one of the valets opened the door for us. He has a stone look on his face, like he hates being here but he has to be here. As he opened the door our eyes met and his face relaxed, transfixed by my face he just stared at me in pure awe; I smiled softly from the compliment he is showing me but walked out so my parents could do the same.

"It's best to keep those eyes back inside your head son" Father told the boy I could not help but giggle at the poor boy who got caught, his face turned three shades of red which is astounding because I have never seen anyone go red so quickly. As we walked up to the very top I felt a lot of eyes on me, ignoring the heat of their eyes on me, we finally walked inside, and I nearly died. If the outside looked as beautiful as the inside I would buy five more of this beautiful home. It was quaint but still projected the wealth of the family without a vast amount of pricy paintings, chandeliers or anything rich people buy when their bored. As we were ushered into the gathering room where everyone is having a silent competition with each other, they drew silence when I stepped in all eyes were on me watching me and studying me. I felt uneasy by this unwanted attention, I grabbed a flute of champagne and started to roam around. Everyone in this extravagant home were just as beautiful, their skin was flawless, they looked like movie stars and super models. I felt a bit insecure, but I didn't let it stop me from marveling at the home, despite of its elegant feel it still looked home with graduation caps on the wall, awards and certifications hanging on the wall.

"This family truly appreciate their kids" I said to myself, heading towards the kitchen I knew the servants would be stationed there, chit chatting amongst themselves. Arriving discreetly, I took the stairs on the side that way I am able to explore without being seen nor heard. As I reached the final stairs, I looked in every room deeply impressed by the next, a room filled with electronics, a room filled with designer brands and more than the eye can see. Most of these rooms didn't have a bed and I found it weird that there was no bed but then it occurred they probably travel so much. I walked to the final door where I know for a fact has to be a library because I have never seen a home without one, walking to the final door my hand touched the knob anxious to turn it when I heard weird sounds from the other end.

"Do you smell that" someone whispered, his deep robust voice is so commanding and cold I felt myself shiver from them he must have such authority to speak with no emotions.

"Just breathe, it'll all be over"

Curious to know what is going on, I slowly opened the door praying to the Universe that it would not make a sound, only to see a girl planting kisses on some blonde guy. Fascinated how they could find the time to slip some party favors to this banquet, I could not look away—well I looked away from the kisses being given but from the man who is receiving the kisses. He looks so familiar to me that I could not put my finger on it, the room is darkly lit so I could barely make out their appearances all I know is there is a girl and a boy. Yet his voice, something about it I swear I've heard it before.

"I need to know-" he growled

"Shhhh" She answered "Let me try to take your mind from it"

I should have looked away once I saw their bodies move but it was like a car crash, I couldn't tear my eyes from it. I honestly felt like a pervert watching the girl get down on the floor while the boy shot his head back. Yet, this was the most entertainment I've seen since moving to this town. My eyes kept darting back to the boy, for some reason I really wanted to know why I couldn't take my eyes off of him when I could barely see him.

"You're mine forever" I heard

"Forever"

"I'm so hun—"he stopped talking, he turned his head to the door and inhaled deeply I felt he might have seen me so I ran as fast as I could in these heels back down to the stairs and to the rest of the crowd who tried their best to ignore my presence but for some reason they could not and I did not know why.

"You must be the one turning every head in here" I turned around to face an oddly attractive man, he could pass for a woman if he wanted from his sharp feminine features, but there was still some masculine features to him that made him look so exotic. He wore it proud and I am sure he uses it as an advantage.

"I feel like a piece of meat ready to be hunted" I answered which caused him to chuckle before he brought his drink to lips to take only a sip. I noticed how his drink was fairly too dark to be wine, but it looked so weird. Once he took in account of my stares he continued to chat with me to steer my attention away from his drink.

"So, what's a human like you doing here?"

"Human? Aren't we all humans trying to appreciate the benefit of this charity?" I questioned

"Why yes, we are indeed humans but by deception of course" He answered, not following his need of riddles I sipped my champagne and tried to enjoy the house, but his stare made it damn near impossible.

"How rude of me, what is your name" I asked. His eyes lit up like Christmas morning when I asked him he did not waste a second to declare his entire title before me.

'Kami give me strength'

"My name is Vladimir, from Romania" He explained in such a heavy accent, raising my eyebrow he seemed proud to be of something, but for some odd reason I just could not trust him, yet I have never met this man a day in my life.

"wait, what are you doing all the way from Romania?" I asked, I must have struck a nerve because his eyebrows narrowed, and he clenched his drink a bit too tight.

"I'm sorry if I offended you" I answered I touched his arm which shocked him, if I have to take a wild guess, he does not get approached by women often I felt bad for him so I decided to stick with him for a little while since he is in fact the only decent human being to actually talk to me and not treat me like the plaque. We continued to discuss about topics interest us both and I was actually starting enjoying my time with Vladimir despite he looked fairly flashy for my taste. He tried to ooze some kind of old money vibes and all it did was make my stomach churn, but I couldn't be rude. I had so many questions, but he simply kept dodging it with other counter questions making me question everything. He led me to the backyard of the house which earned a gasp from me. There were lights hanging on the trees with beautiful paper lanterns hanging down low and a beautiful string quartet playing in the background. It felt like a scene from a cheesy romance movie, but I was eating every minute of it.

"Wow" I breathed out

"Well the taste of the Cullen's is nothing but exquisite" He tone made me gather he was not a fan of the hosts of the event. I kept my focus on the scenery, I swore I saw fireflies floating around creating a something so surreal.

"This is a dream" I whispered, taking the scene in, everyone was dancing in the middle of the floor while others were chatting on the side. I wanted to dance but I forgot about my temporary date I had.

"Speaking of dreams" I turned my attention back to my quick made friend and gave him a smile, but I noticed something in his eyes that I didn't notice before. It looked like hunger but masked with something else.

"May I ask what your name is?" He asked, I snapped from my thoughts, smiled and shook my head no.

"I want to leave it a mystery" I answered "A world filled with mystery is more enticing than a world filled with answers"

"Well said" He replied, he offers his hand and led me down the stairs while giving me a grand tour and names to all the flawless blank faces, that I'll probably never see again.

"Well my lady of the night, I have told you every name here will you finally tell me yours?" He asked, I figured he deserved it for being as kind to me as I opened my mouth someone screamed:

"Fire"

"Another time I guess" I told him, getting up from the couch that we were seated at, I ran outside with the crowd smiling to myself that the smoke bomb finally lit allowing me to leave right on time.

"There you are honey" my mother said as she collected me in her arms reassuring my safety, we climbed into the limo and headed back to our reasonably sized home that I still have to get accustomed to.

"We know it was you who stared the smoke bomb" Father answered, I smiled on the inside but played coy.

"I don't know what you're talking about" I answered, they both raised their eyebrows before laughing.

"Impeccable timing as always darling, it was rather boring" Mother answered father kissed her temple as we continued to let the laughter dance around us in the limo. I felt jealous of their love and how easy it was for them to be so open with their hearts for another, how they can find each other after darkness separates them; while I am still searching for mine even when the light tears us apart and when the darkness brings us close together. I look forward to the darkness because then I will finally see him again and prey to the Universe; I will not be separated with the morning's light, I wish to bask in his love once more. I am in love with him, my mystery man whose name I will never know, but I will someday.

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-TheNorahDiaries