Disclaimer: i don't own twilight

( This is kinda like twilight in a weird way but doesn't have any of the characters. It also doesn't have the same story line.)

He kissed me softly down my cheek and to my neck. His arms wrapped protectively around my waist in a vice like grip. Nothing could ever tear us apart. We were meant for each other.

" I never thought this could happen to me" I whispered into the side of his head.

" It did" he said, a deep,seductive tone coloring his voice. "And we'll always stay this way."

Then his lips followed the line of my neck back up to my impatient lips.

The trees flashed by like the bars of a cage, a dark, rat infested cage. It was like being shoved into a tunnel with the entrance blocked off and no end in sight. Kingston stared out the window of the family van. Gig Harbor, Washington. It was like a beautiful piece of hell.

Rain splattered against the window against her face, almost like tears. The world was crying with her.

" oh Tony! isn't it so beautiful here!" Esmeralda, Kingston new step mom squealed, " how could you leave this place? I can't believe you grew up here!"

"yes and now we're here!" Claira said in sarcastic delight, " it's wonderful!'

"CLAIRA! I told you not to talk that way to your mother!" their father bellowed into the back seat.

"not my mother..." came just as a whisper from Kingston's sister from the third row.

Kingston was moving with her father to western Washington state. her parents had divorced a little over eight years ago and her mother had remarried immiediatley, but her father had waited awhile. Then he met Esmeralda and kingston's world shattered to pieces.

Now she was going to live exactly 252.71 miles away from her friends, her school ,and her mom. The last time they had seen each other had been filled with hugs and whispered "i Love you"s. Tears had streamed down her face quicker than she could wipe them away even after her dad had roughly shoved her in the car. She watched as the beautiful she looked almost identical to waved, running to the end of the driveway to keep them in sight longer.

Why did this happen to me?she thought silently. This is only supposed to happen to the bad kids in movies, not a worthless nobody like me.

She had long brown hair, blue jean colored eyes and was REALLY tall. well, like 5'9". She was almost 1/2 cherokee Indian but of course she got stuck with her dad's pasty skin. Her only real blood sister claira though had the beautiful skin of a cherokee maiden. She looked like their dad but with a touch of exotic features.

Their new step-sister Alissa looked like an average little latin girl. Long dark hair, big brown eyes, and smooth brown skin.

Kingston couldn't believe that she'd gotten stuck with glow-in-the-dark white skin when her sister looked like she had just stepped out of the tanning salon even in the dead of winter. Not fair.

The tears started to leak out again when she thought about who's skin claira had. When would she see her mother again? how would she escape this hell hole of a town? and most importantly, would she ever see the sun again?

"WAKE UP!" a ear drum shattering scream woke Kingston from her regular nightmare. Something about a super hot dude who's face she could never see and a freaky weird bald dude in the dark beckoning her towards him.

"We're here!" esmerelda giggled and clapped, bouncing in her seat. They turned down a long, gravel drive way. Grandma and Grampa"s drive way. She had been down this drive way millions of time but she'd never felt like this when she'd drove down it before. She had always felt excited and giddy, but not now. Now she felt scared, alone, and like an unwelcomed visitor being watched. She looked out the car window and let the last few straggler tears escape.

The house was dark and gloomy, built in the 1920's, but so many of her good memories had been made here. Like the first time she'd kissed a boy.

"KINGSTON! Oh, I've missed you soo much! Last time i saw you were the same height as me. Oh there is sooo many people who want..." her grandmother ran out to her as soon as she slid open the van door roughly, but Kingston knew well enough you really didn't need to listen to her. Her short grammy was cute in sooo many ways but at the same time just a little to happy all the time for kingston's taste. Her grandfather waited in the door, watching from a safe distance with a sour expresion. At least he understood how she felt.

"Come in! Come in! Oh, I've missed you soo much! Last time i saw you were the same height as me. Oh there is sooo many people who want..." gramma squealed after she had finished squeezing everyone in the family.

Her grandma put her arm out in the way only old gentelmen did. "May I?" she raised her eyebrows.

"Of course" Kingston said with as much fake enthusiasm as she could conjure up. They skipped into the house with a slow drag, either because of her deppresion or because grammy was a little past her prime.

" Hey King" her grampa said in a gruff voice as she neared the door.

"Nice to see you again pops. hows roping been?" she said, atleast trying to be polite.

"Awww... good enough. haven't won much lately and need to break in a new horse but tyler is doing amazing."

Tyler. The family's favorite subject. Every one still expected her and Tyler to get married one day. He was the famous roping partner of her grampa even though he was only a senior this year. He was really hot and had tried to pick her up a few times but, he was really creepy.

"That's nice" she clipped with a tight smile and gritted teeth. She slid past him in the door way as he started to greet the others.

The inside of the house look the same as it always had. 1950's decorations and frilly dolls and purses hung from the wall. She had always thought it was cute, but now that it was her home too it just looked stupid. The couches were old and dusty,covered in old Victorian style material. Kingston flopped down onto them, letting her loose shirt and velvety soft sweats curl around her.

"No no" grampa said, "your bedroom is this way."

With a sister on each arm Kingston followed her grandfather up the stairs into the attic. She was supposed to stay in her grandmas old sewing room. No heat, No light, No electricity and in a mice and spider infested house.