Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or New Moon. These characters are Stephanie Meyer's not mine.

CHAPTER 1

The ambulence came screaming down the street, stopping just centimetres from the wreakage. People were crowded around the quiet suburban street as the stars shone down above us, mocking me and the fate I had to endure. Two people were lifted from the wreakage. Barely noticable behind the blood that soaked their skin, their faces frozen in fear. Something was burning, I could smell smoke and feel the flames. They were on me. Someone was screaming for help, "It burns! It burns, make it stop. Arrgghh!"

Crash!

I woke with a start as the book I was reading toppled onto the floor. It was late afternoon in the sleepy town of forks and I had fallen asleep on the couch of my fathers house. It had been almost 3 months since the accident had occurred. You see I did not come to live with Charlie willingly. It was forced upon me after my family in Phoenix was destroyed. I was the one screaming, my body engulfed in the flames before I could be lifted out of the mangled car. I survived. The only reminders are the scars resting on my neck and shoulders from where the flames reached my skin. Renne and Phil weren't so lucky. They both caught the main force of impact. There was no way they could've survived.

So now I'm stuck in this hell hole untill I graduate and go to college. Don't get me wrong, I love Charlie and I'm quite surprised he's managed to survive on his own for so long. But Forks is just so… green!

Imagine you live on the sunniest coast you could think of, say Hawaii. Theres surf, sand and continuous sunshine. Now imagine you move to Canada against your will. How would you handle it?

Considering everything I think that I'm doing rather well. I started school last week and there's nothing much to report on that front. I was the topic of everyone's conversations for the first week. "Poor girl! Mum and stepdad gone in one hit" "How did she survive" "What happened to her neck?". That's all it was, an endless stream of painful questions. Hopefully they'll find some new attraction to discuss this week.

I stand to put my book away and as I do so I catch my reflection in the mirror hanging in the hall. Today is relatively warm so I went with a blue v-neck shirt which shows off every one of my hideous scars. I've never really struck out against my injuries, just glad to be alive. However now I look at them, I have every intention of smashing the mirror. As I contemplate doing this, a fresh wave of tears arise from the pain of the memories of that fateful night. I try to hold them in but there's no one around to hide from, so I let it out.

"Scars heal with time."

That's what the doctor told me. He didn't mention the emotional scars wouldn't disolve so easily. I often cried myself to sleep at night, and then I dreamed about it. Every night without fail it would sink back into my subconcious where it remains. I wish that I could reverse the order of fate. I wish that I could have died instead of them. Then I wouldn't have to suffer.

"You're being selfish" I remind myself.

If things had been reversed, I'm sure my mother would have died trying to keep her emotions locked inside her. It would have eaten her up. Destroyed her from the inside out. I could handle this much better than she could. Couldn't I?

"Yes I can"

I picked myself up off the bottom of the stairs and continued up them into my room. I needed something to take my mind off of everything. The gloom and depression had set in a lot earlier today and I needed something to focus on.

As I replaced my book onto the shelf, I noticed a book that I hadn't seen before. It was entitled "Vampire's Treasure".

I never had been one to read fantasy novels but I was desperate as I sat down on my bed and opened the time worn novel.

A vampire is a mystical creature who hunts human prey. This story is about a different kind of vampire. This is about the fight between right and wrong. Morals and ethics, as good and evil vampires fight their own civil war to dominate their species…

I became wrapped up in the complex descriptions and the magical battles that I lost track of all time. The sound of Charlie pulling up in the crusier is what pulled me out of my reviere. I jumped up and put the book back on the shelf as I slopped downstairs to greet my father. However, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that had nothing to do with the fact that I hadn't completed my english essay. As I went to bed I fell asleep instantly, surprising myself, and I dreamed. A terror filled yet enticing dream that had nothing to do with the crash that killed my life…