OK, I didn't get much, if any, response from my first chapter. But I had already written this, and I didn't want it to go to waste.

Disclaimer: This probably isn't neccessary, but I'm a little paranoid. Basically, I do not own Twilight, New Moon, or any of their characters.


After I bought the ticket to Forks, Washington, I realized that I had no idea where this family lived. Nor did I know their names, ages, or anything about them for that matter. I sighed. Anytime, even in my earlier life, that I acted on impulse, I always regretted it. This was no different.

I thought that it couldn't get any worse. I was wrong. Of course, I got the middle seat on the plane. This meant that I would be surrounded by helpless, living people… people so fragile, so easily killed. The two hour flight seemed longer than any eternity I had to dread. I could hear the heartbeats of every person on board.

Finally I arrived in Forks. I was surprised to see how much I really liked it. Everything around me was alive, wet, and green. However, I soon found that it was also very small. I could already smell the pack, but the dampness of the air muffled the scent. I would not be able to track them to their exact location. Well, no matter. I would ask about them. I walked into one of the few stores.

The boy at the counter looked up, but then looked away quickly. I rolled my eyes—apparently my appearance was…altered. Boys who wouldn't have looked at me twice before now gawked openly at me or averted their eyes quickly lest I should notice. If I still had blood, it would all be rushing to my cheeks right now. The fact that I could no longer blush was a blessing.

"Hi." I attempted a smile. The boy looked up again, and when he saw that I was talking to him, he did blush. He responded with a quiet greeting. I needed the information, so I got right to the point. "Do you happen to know where the Collins family lives?"

All of a sudden his eyes met mine, and they were no longer embarrassed or unsure—they were dark and angry. "You mean the Cullens." It was not a question, but I nodded anyway. He scrutinized my face and sighed, almost in disappointment. "You look like them."

I raised my eyebrows. What did this kid know? He seemed to have a grudge against the Cullens family, and, by association, me, for he simply looked away as if to end the conversation right then and there. "Excuse me, but you never told me where they live." He scowled and gave me some directions reluctantly.

Because of his negative reaction, I did not have a good feeling about this at all as I arrived in front of an ornate mansion. I shook my head in confusion. Why would a pack of vampires live in such a conspicuous house? Nothing made sense here.

I walked up to the door with trepidation and a sense of apprehension. What would I find behind these doors? I raised my hand to ring the doorbell, but before I even touched anything, I heard a sing-song voice call, "She's here!"

My jaw dropped as I stared in awe at the doorbell. How did they know I was coming? Or, for that matter, that I was here? I pushed the doorbell anyway. The door opened slowly.