Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight which belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I do own Ravenelle and the music box. No copyright infringement is intended.

My Time to Shine!

'The music box'

My name is Ravenelle. Just Ravenelle. The name of the family I was born to may be Morren, but I do not belong to a family for they no longer care, they say they do, but they don't, so I disowned my 17 year old self from them. No relation to them in my mind.

I have a dull life. My life is the life with all the money but no love. I'm lonely. I had no friends, I was either cast off for being snooty 'cause I was rich or they wanted my money, or I wasn't snooty enough. I even used the word snooty to stuck up.

My parent had to work all the time and I was an only child, I would trade millions of dollars for a sibling, just one is all I was asking for, and I even asked my parents to adopt. But they wouldn't have it, they said I was all they ever wanted, the happiest thing of their life, then why didn't they spend any time with me. I did some times talk to the maids and staff of the house, but really they were paid to, so it was never the same as true companion/friendship.

I asked for a dog, I was so happy of the idea; a cuddly fur ball to play with, to talk to, man's best friend, or even a cat. But I wasn't allowed a; as my parents called it, 'Flea bitten mongrel who would chew up my gazillion dollar hair brush'. Ok so I put some words into that.

So I resorted to other measures, Books. The loves of my life. Books of Crime and Mystery, Horror, or my personal favorite, Fantasy. Harry Potter was my ultimate favorite, reading it over and over. Then Twilight came out. I was astonished by the idea of sparkling vampires; it was something different like Harry Potter. In the world of Isabella 'Bella' Marie Swan and Edward Anthony Masen Cullen.

Thought the character Edward was a bit creepy stalker-ish it was romantic, in a weird creepy stalker-ish way. Now don't get me wrong I love him, just don't want him in my room. I absolutely loved Alice the 'short' pixie like clairvoyant vampire and the big teddy bear Emmett. I even liked Rosalie the astoundingly gorgeous vampire. I especially liked Jasper the Southern vampire. Most of all I loved Carlisle and Esme Cullen the parent vampires, the ones I envisioned my parents as.

I read the entire book, as well as the other three when they first came out in a day. Seen every movie the midnight they came out. Liking the second movie better then the first, and the third being the best, I liked jaspers hair better in the third. But the characters in the movies were never as good as my imagination of them on the page.

I got up from bed that morning thinking it would be just like all the other weekend day, boring and uneventful, apart from my usual entertainment. I went for my morning run, just 30 minutes, ate breakfast the cooks made, practiced my tennis; I didn't really like tennis it was just something you could do by yourself and a machine, and went inside to take a shower.

After my shower and getting dressed in comfortable clothing and my hair in a loose bun I went to go to the library. The mansion that I lived in was very roomy. The first floor, from the front doors was a big hall way connecting to rooms and the gigantic spiral stair case of to the far right end. To the left was the living room. To the right was the ballroom and straight ahead was the kitchen, one of my favorite places, for I loved to eat, but from all the extra time I had I worked out getting an athletic build.

The Second floor was the game room, library, workout room, and offices for the parents. The game room had all the resent and some old game boxes, X-box, Playstation 1, 2, and 3, Nintendo 64, Game cube, computers, really it had all entertainment source to your nerd self desires. The library was with shelves and shelves from floor to ceiling of books, the shelves were of dark wood on every wall, the carpet was of dark Magenta. The sitting area was of comfortable chairs and couches which you could sleep in and your back wouldn't hurt, I would know, they were the color of crème, I called it the peace area, no one could disturbed me or they were fired, they know that, to let them know I was in the peace area, I have a sign saying 'Keep Out Of My Dope Man' and a colorful peace sign under it, I found it in my mom's office in a box of memories. I keep it on the inside door handle ready to be put on the outside. The offices were theirs to be; my father's boring and bland for he was a lawyer and my mother's a bit more stylish for she was an interior designer. The workout room consisted of workout things like a bike that could go nowhere, a treadmill, weights, and other things.

The third floor was the bedrooms, it had about 30 bedrooms, I might be exaggerating a bit, all had bathrooms included. All had the same or a different theme. Themes consisting of Cowboy, Underwater, 70's, 80's, 90's, Neverland, Boy, Girl, Winter, Summer, Blue, crème, eggshell, and more.

The fourth floor was my parent's room on the right side looking out the front of the house and my room on the left looking out to the back yard. My parent's room is plain, wood floors, white walls, only a bed, alarm clock, and clothes in the closet. They don't spend much time there, only to sleep and change clothes, besides they don't even sleep here anymore.

My room is my favorite room. On the right when you walk through the door is the bed area. The wide arch way leads to a white furry floor, the walls are a dark purple, against the wall in the middle is a giant king sized four poster bed, with light curtains, black comforter with white stars, a moon and a wolf as wolves are my favorite animals, dark wood nightstands and a lamp and alarm clock. The walkway from the door is red wood and straight from the door is my big comfy window seat. Can't tell you how many times I fell asleep there. On each side of the door was shelves ceiling to floor of my favorite books, only one was filled with books and the other was filled with decoration. On the left is my closet, its gigantic. It would be Alice's dream closet. And my bathroom off to the other side of my closet is tiled with turquoise marble, like the oceans water, the walls a sand color, the counter with my porcelain sink is multi colored with brown white and tan. A porcelain toilet with a white cover, a pebble shower and a rock Jacuzzi bathtub with a radio installed into the wall.

The Basement is my second favorite room; yes it is just one room. I call it The Dojo. It is where I learned to fight and protect myself. I hired a teacher, or sensei, to teach me to do karate and other fighting techniques. I say I can handle myself very well. Beat my own teacher well, and he is in the highest rank of all his fighting styles, that's why I hired him of course, I can't beat him all the time, oh no, but a few times I have, but it was probably because I'm as sly as a fox, as ruthless as a wolf, and as agile as a cat. Meow. Yeah I can make myself laugh. But sometimes, I'm clumsy, really clumsy; mostly at the most inconvenient time. The only reason I'm not clumsy all the time is because I worked to become slightly balanced.

The last floor is the attic. I've never been to the attic but the door is hidden on the fourth floor were nobody but me knows, I've searched the house from head to toe finding a few secret doors, but I've never even tried to get to the attic, I think there's going to be a mummy up there that will give me a quest while breathing green fog; yes from Percy Jackson. But it's not like I could go up there anyway it was locked, though not like I couldn't if I tried, I could always pick the lock. I was always a bit of a rebel.

Heading to the library to sit in the peace area from my room after picking up Twilight from my shelf, I stopped in front of the hidden door, it was small and behind one of the fake plants in the hallway and a picture of a lake that reminded me of the La Push first beach. It blended in with the wall, the only reason I found it was because I tripped, Remember, athletic but not very coordinated. Feeling adventurous I pulled a couple of hair pins from my blonde bun letting it fall into a ponytail; I started wiggling the pins in the lock. It didn't take long because of the old make of the lock; opened the door and the wind shifted dust making me cough.

Opening the door wider I crawled in the opening it was seven feet long, two feet tall and about one and a half feet wide. It wasn't very hard to get in being about 5'2, much to my immense displeasure. After crawling the seven feet I came to a little opening I could stand up in and started up the stairs. After the twenty seven stairs I came to the dark wood door, trying to open the door finding it was locked, I got my pins and set to work. After five minutes frustrated I kicked the door mumbling to myself, I pinned my hair back that fell in my face, coming undone from the hair tie. Then I tried to push the door open with my meager strength, hoping it would break open from age.

Still not budging I growled at it through my teeth. "Would you just open already." Hoping it would just magically open, I waited.

Glaring at the door bringing my foot up, I kicked the corner of the door subbing my toe. Hopping around swearing to my heart's content I heard a click. Stopping I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, things like this happened in movies and something bad always happens. Peaking in I saw the coast was clear of mummy fortune tellers and stepped in.

In the attic, covered in dust, were chairs, tables, chests, sewing equipment, and more, I think I even see a sword. Setting Twilight by a box covered by a lace black kerchief, I walked up to the sword I saw the blade wasn't dull and had no rust. The hilt was plain black leather and had some gray wrapping around it, slightly undone. Swinging it around I had no idea how to use it, only what I saw on the TV. Acting as the fourth musketeer, I swished and stabbed at the invisible assailants. Turning around swinging the sword it hit a torso mannequin slicing through fabric and wood. Eyes wide and jaw dropped I attentively placed the sword back in its place on the stand with no sheath. Turning I search to see more of the treasure I had found.

I went to the box Twilight was by on one of the tables and took off the kerchief, it was white and had very beautiful intricate designs of off colored pinks and oranges and in the middle was a gorgeous fairy. The fairy had shining hair that seemed to change colors as well as her skin and eyes. Her dress was covering just enough, in plain white that sparkled and in the light, like diamonds, changing color. I picked it up carefully and realized it was hand painted. i Set it back down not wanting to break it from my on again off again clumsiness. I slid my slim finger to the corner of the box, opening it. The music that came to me was different; sharp, smooth, and mystical just like the fairy. Sitting on a spring was the fairy from the lid in 3D; carved from wood, or sculpted from clay, yet even more beautiful. Inside were four pieces of jewelry, a necklace, a hair barrette, a ring, and earrings.

The necklace was a net-ish design and comprised of pearls and gems. If I was a pirate, this would be the first thing I'd steal. The barrette had a rainbow butterfly that seemed to move its wings and twisting around it and to both sides was metal wire in simple yet magnificent designs. The ring was a silver band of medium width, not thick not thin, and appeared to imitate a mood ring with all the colors it changed. The earrings were the simplest of them all and a dangerous appeal with all the sharp points and curls.

The whole thing seemed to be a dream. Behind the music box was an ordinary wooden box with the lid lifted up slightly from over flowing contents. Inside were four shiny leather bound big books. One black, one mahogany brown, one crimson, and the last dark purple. All were blank inside and out.

The slow music all of a sudden started getting erratic. Backing away from the table I backed into another, it tipped over sending the trinkets that had laid on top, cluttering to the floor. My head snapped around almost getting whip lash when all of a sudden the music stopped. Starring for a while I inched closer. As I reached out to close the box my hand brushed the fairy, who I declared as a she. The fairy moved of course, being on a spring, but she seemed to move more than she should be able to. Having immobile limbs, being carved from what I thought a hunk of wood from a tree, they shouldn't move right. But they were, ever so slightly, it was captivating. Then there was a screeching, almost too high to hear, making it all the more painful, getting a migraine.

Covering my ears and crouching down, face buried in my legs, I waited for it to stop. It just got louder, like it was in my head. One of my dreams, which I chose to do today, came to mind. I want to go on an adventure. Falling to the ground as my legs could no longer hold me, I waited to feel the floor, and it never came. I was falling in a black abyss.

I hit water. Holding my breath my eyes shot open. Seeing clear blue liquid I looked down, sand covered the floor. A fish swam by my face, a plain brown fish. As I moved my head to look up the fish darted away. I swam to the top as I concluded it was, based on the fact it was shiny like the sun was beaming down on it. Reaching the surface, I saw mountains and cliffs enclosing the large body of water. The mountains were so far away, I'd drowned before I got there. Looking to the other side I saw a beach, still far but not too far.

I started swimming to the shore using the breast stroke, doggy paddle, as well as swimming underwater. I got to the beach after about six minutes of intense swimming, it would have been about ten for a regular person but I swim almost every day in my backyard pool. Reaching the beach I laid my head down on the sand, feeling the water try to pull my legs back in, I closed my eyes, resting. After awhile shade covered my face letting me know someone wanted me to acknowledge their presence. Opening my eyes I saw tan feet clad in sandals.

Turning to lay on my back I looked at the female. Not able to see her face due to the sun, I smiled sheepishly at her. I didn't know if this was a private beach or what.

"Hello." I smiled.

"Hi," she laughed, I liked her laugh it was nice. Whoa I think I held my breath to long. "What are you doing laying there?"

"Oh, you know, just checking the temperature." I narrowed my eyes trying to look at her through the sun.

"And how is it?" You could hear the smile in her voice.

"Cold." I grinned as she laughed; I like making people laugh, but what I was so happy about was that I was making a friend.

"I bet." The stranger tilted her head at me. "What are you doing swimming at this time? It only just finished raining. You'll catch a cold."

"Err. I don't know really." I finally got up and tried to wipe my hands on my pants, but only got more sand on them. Wrinkling my nose I heard her laugh.

"My name's Emily Young. What's yours?" I froze. No, it's not the Emily from New Moon, it's not possible, I'm just tired and I read too much fantasy. I looked at her face and sure enough I saw three scars running down her face making her almond shaped right eye pull down and pulled her mouth in a permanent grimace. Yet, she was still beautiful. She had satiny copper skin and long, straight black hair. "Are you ok?"

"Oh yea," Snapping out of it I answered her question. I didn't want her to think I was staring at her scars, when really, I'm shocked that I might be in a different universe; inside a book. "My name is Ravenelle."

"What a nice name. What about your last?" She questioned.

"Don't have one," I confessed. "It's just Ravenelle."

"You don't have parents, guardians?" Her brows were knitted together and her brown eyes were concerned.

Not really,"No." it wasn't really a lie. They were never there so I had no parents. And I disowned them, so no last name.

"So do you have anywhere to live?" I saw a sparkle in her eye. I even knew what that look was, she had an idea. I could almost see the light bulb above her head.

Not here in this world, "No." I watched her attentively.

She grabbed my wrist and walked to a tan bag. She picked it up and turned to me. "Is this yours?"

I didn't see any one else around so I thought it was the universe giving me some sort of belongings. So I guess, "Yeah." If it's not, it is now.

She walked to a car, which was through the trees on the side of the road. She walked me to the passenger's side of the car and went and got in the driver's seat. I buckled my seat belt and turned to her.

"I thought you were from Forks since you were so pale, didn't know you were an orphan." She mumbled mostly to herself.

"I can take care of myself." I mumbled back. She smiled still looking at the road.

"And how old are you?" She asked.

"I'm seventeen." I said with pride as I straightened my back and my chin up.

"Still a minor." She stated, and I pursed my lips.

"I'm still alive aren't I?" I countered. "Hence, being able to take care of myself."

"I'm not going to let you camp out in the forest." She said flatly. I shivered, I knew what she meant. She was talking about nomad vampires. I also didn't want a gigantic wolf watch me sleep. I had now chosen to believe that I was in a book because that's more interesting.

"So," I pondered waiting for her to answer. She wasn't going to have me live with her was she? She couldn't. Sam Uley is a shape shifter, or as he thought he was, a werewolf. He could expose his secret to me and then they would be in trouble. So they think. Not like I don't know already. But they didn't know that.

"I'll make arrangements for you." She nodded her head as to confirming to her thought. "I'm certainly not having you go to an orphanage." I shivered at that. No thank you. "When we get to the house you will clean yourself up while I make some calls."

I touched my hair and felt the tangles and bits of sand fell from it. Wait, is my hair black! Did this universe change my appearance? I looked down and saw I still had my same clothes on, but they seemed a bit baggy and I had no shoes. I clutched the bag and promised myself I would look through it when I was alone.

As we got to the house, she led me to the bathroom teaching me how to turn on the water to the shower and left me to it. I used her Fruit smelling shampoo and conditioner, the apple scented body wash, and I wondered if Sam used it. I got a towel dried myself off wrapped it around myself and looked in the mirror and was shocked.

I had silky black locks of hair cascading down my face and back, reaching almost to my butt, in strange curls and waves, like a waterfall, which I quite liked, replacing my dirty blonde hair of lifelessness that used to be flat on my head strait with a curl-out at the end. My eyes were still mine, the thing I liked most about myself, light green eyes, they were even more beautiful with my onyx hair, and seemed like they could glow in the dark. I still had my pale skin but it was even more pale than usual, still had my small strait nose and full lips. I smiled to myself and my teeth were pearl white, I never liked to brush my teeth but I still did, only when I get up and an hour before bed, never like the taste if I did it right before bed. I was still short, and much to my distaste shorter, 4 foot 9 inches, used to be 5 foot 2 inches, yes still short but still taller than I am now. I was very, let's say petite, like really skinny, which I absolutely did not like, yet I still had curves and breasts. I had more of an athlete's body before which was my kind of perfect; all in all, I looked fragile.

With my skin I think I could pass off as a vampire, as well as my beauty. I could be Rosalie in the movies back at home, I giggled to myself at that then scowled as I thought that I would be way to short, maybe Alice. I would have to be cautious when I go down stairs not wanting any mistakes to happen with the pack. I would have to have them see my eyes first. No gold, no red; green. I didn't want it to go by smell, I mean I think they're motto would be 'kill first, ask questions later'.

Before I get out of the bathroom I went to the tan bag, and I needed clothes. I opened the flap from the Velcro and pinched the closer thing, pulling it down the string to open the bag. Putting my two point fingers in the opening I pulled my fingers apart and looked inside.

There was a pair of underwear, panties and bra, one of my solid purple long sleeved Areopostle shirts, dark wash skinny jeans that fit me very well, my diagonal striped black and white cat skelanimal hoodie from hot topic, as well as my black and purple striped socks and my purple and white converse, all of which I put on.

It had my credit card from my universe. My driver's license. All just said Ravenelle; yes with lots of money you can get what you want. There was my purple brush and black comb, which I used for my hair. My Victoria Secret Forever Sunshine perfume which I sprayed once and walked through.

It was 2005, now going back in time was kind of a bad thing. I had my iPhone 4. I guess I could call it a prototype. I was still the same age, which was a good thing.

Then the last thing was the shiny black leather bound journal that had been in the wooden box. On the cover was the necklace from the fairy music box on the neck of the fairy, I could tell because of the flawless ever changing skin and hair, I would tip it up and down, and all around and it would change, like on the cards that were bumpy and felt weird, but it felt smooth. The face of the fairy did not show neither did the torso, only the neck and jaw. Opening the journal on the first page was the title, 'Shine'.

On the next page it said all that had happened to me since I got here and a bit about me, only 5 pages were filled. I gently closed the book and grinned from ear to ear. I was really in the book, this was too real to be a dream, yet I was a little scared, vampires could try to suck me dry.

Was I going to see the Cullen's? Yes, I would make sure of it. Are they going to find out that I know about them? Eventually. Were they going to know I was from a different universe? Hopefully not, how would I explain that? How was I going to explain the stuff I know was going to happen before it did and they caught me? I'll tell them I'm psychic, not like that's a lie I get déjà vu all the time. I dream about it but I don't really get it or remember it until it happens.

I walked down the staircase one step at a time not wanting to be mistaken for what I'm not; I came to the small living room and hear movement in the kitchen and the smell of cookies. My mouth watered, I always wanted to try Emily's cooking, it sounded so good in the book, it smelt even better then I imagined. Emily came out of the kitchen smiling with five chocolate chip cookies on a plate and a glass of milk.

I thanked her and ate two cookies when I heard the screen door open; I turned my head and saw a very, very tall man, (but everyone to me was tall, except maybe baby's - 6 year olds) with big muscles, copper skin, cropped black hair and brown eyes. He wasn't wearing a shirt and had pants that cut off from the knee, just like the book said. He did not have a tattoo, and he was even more handsome then Chaske Spencer. He studied me as I studied him; he was tense so I looked him in the eye wanting him to see my eyes. Shouting in my mind that I'm human so please don't bite my head off. As soon as he saw my eyes he seemed to relax and then he saw Emily, the book did, what I saw, no justice.

The look in his eyes, I saw what love looked like. I was jealous. I wanted that love, I wanted to be loved. I looked away and went back to eating feeling that I was intruding. I heard Sam walk up to Emily and kiss her. They exchanged greetings and talked about my situation, then Sam sat in the chair across from me.

I smiled at him showing him my pearly whites and reached out my hand. "Hello I'm Ravenelle."

His hand enclosed over mine, it was burning hot, but I was expecting this, even if it was hotter than I thought it would be. "Sam Uley." His voice was deep and calm. He cracked a smile like he couldn't hold it. Maybe my excitement was flowing out of me and he felt it, so he had to smile.

"Nice to meet you." Even if I already knew about him and his name it was nice to know him in person. He nodded his head and Emily put down a few cookies for him and a glass of milk and sat next to him. They exchanged looks as I felt my jealousy surface again, I couldn't help it, I wanted that, I needed that.

Emily looked at me and smiled. "I talked to Chief Charlie Swan and its settled," Hearing the name I raised an eyebrow. "You're staying with him." And I had to hold my jaw from dropping. I was going to stay with Charlie, with Bella? I tried to keep my excitement contained and nodded. "I would have had you stay here but there's some family issues we have to deal with." Yea I know; the wolf thing. "If you get your things Charlie will be over to get you after he sees Billy Black."

I jumped up and carried the bag with me I had brought down from the bathroom, said goodbye, and went outside to wait on the porch, which was only a step. While I waited I surveyed the house. The house was tiny and had once been gray. There was only one narrow window beside the weathered blue door. The window box under the window was filled with bright orange and yellow marigolds, giving off a cheerful feel. I watched the narrow dirt road leading from the high way and saw Charlie's police cruiser coming down the road before I heard it. I have better eyes then ears, I can always see things that other people can't.

I got in the car and put the bag by my feet; I turned to Charlie and reached my hand out to him. "Hi I'm Ravenelle, nice to meet you."

~Shreba