The truth about Folks

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Chapter One

I woke up in the middle of the night looking around. I was in my bed under my warm pick covers of my room. The lights were off, and everything was dark. I heard the rain hitting the window's glass, as the storm was beginning. I believe I was reading into my dream world a little too much. Forks didn't have vampires, like the famous Edward Cullen, and I didn't really meet Renesmee Cullen outside in my yard. Maybe I was lonely, knowing that my dad was a doctor over seas. My father was head of the doctors without borders. I was proud of my father but he never home, only once or twice a years. He would send me money to pay for clothes, and food. But his never with me as a father should be.

I rolled over to my night stand, and bumped into something hard and breathing silently. That something was sleeping in my bed with me. I wasn't sure who that person was but I was feeling a little freaked out at the moment of time. The person rolled over, and the breathing was coming out of the sleep. "Hello," A soft velvety voice called out to me, over in the corner of my room. I blanked a couple times to let my eyes adjust to the darkness of my room. There was the boy from earlier sitting at my computer desk reading one of my books. He looked up from the book with an expression that was not there.

"Why are you here in my house?" I asked. I notice the girl next to me sleeping. I moved out of the bed, trying not to wake the girl up.

He put the book down on the desk with a sigh, "You fainted at the sound of my name, and my daughter's name." The velvet voice explained. I was confused, I would never faint, and I wasn't the one that would faint because of a name. I thought back to the afternoon, I met Renesmee Cullen and her brother Edward Cullen. Why would he say his daughter? I'm so confused, I don't know which way is the truth or lie.

"Your daughter," I asked shaking my head to one side hoping I was hearing this clearly. "You just said your daughter, but she told me that she your sister. You need to leave, take your daughter or who ever she is and get out."

"I'm not leaving you like this, and she sleeping I don't want to wake her." He told me. I notice he was standing looking at me with caution. I back away from the stupid boy, and heading for the door. I wasn't going to stick around to be caught into one of these tricks. Some one was claiming to be someone that they are not. I wasn't going to be pulled into a joke for the town.

"So, your real name is Edward Cullen," I asked with a sigh, maybe I'll humor him for a while. He nodded, "So, she really is Renesmee Cullen." He nodded again following me into my kitchen.

"How long have you lived in this house?" He asked sitting down at the table watching me as I comb the fridge for something to eat. I found two piece of cheesecake with strawberry, place a piece on both plates. I carry them over to the table sitting a plate in front of him before I took a seat across from him.

"My father brought the house before I was born. He felt connected to the house because this house was written in one of my great grandmothers books." I said taking a bit of the cheesecake. "So my father brought the house, you see my grandmother was an author of the best seller book series, and she had dreams of the characters in the book."

"Your grandmother dreams of those books she wrote." I nodded; I notice he wasn't eating the cheesecake only picking it apart with the fork. That reminds me when Bella first came to school, and she notices the same thing. The boy is a really good actor, trying to keep up the part of Edward Cullen. "How did you get the books? They haven't been in the public eyes for years now."

"She gave the first copies of the books to my mother, and after my mother was killed in a plane crash about ten years ago. My father gave me them, they have an autograph from my grandmother." I told him. "You know those books are fiction right? I mean vampires and werewolves don't exist in this world."

"How can you be so sure of that statement?" He asked eyeing me with his golden topaz eyes. He must have put in contacts to have the color of the vampires in my books.

"Lets see, a hot vampire guy in the world like this, after the books were release to the public, would have millions of fan girls chasing him around the world. Were you named after the vampire in the books?" I asked tilting my head to the side with a shy smile.

"You can say that, I was named after the boy. But why are you living in Forks? Wouldn't your father buy a house in a big city?" He asked changing the subject.

"My father was born and rise in this small town. That's how Forks was in the books, because my grandmother was born here as well." I stated.

He looked around with the corner of his eyes, "Where is your father?" He asked.

I looked out the window, staring at the pouring rain coming down the sky. I didn't know if he would pity me. "My father is head of the doctors with out borders. He has been over seas for the last three years helping other kids around my age." I let a tear slip through one of my clear blue eye. "Sometimes, I think his job is more important then me. Only time I hear from him, is when he sends me money for food, and other things I need. His always buying me things I don't really need. Like this summer when I turned sixteen, he brought me the new ford mustang convertible, with the Barbie color pick paint."

"You live here by your self, and no one to talk to." He frowned. I looked up to his eyes, which were sad. I felt the sadness coming from him. I knew he was pity me, and my feelings of being alone.

"I have friends, but they don't see the real me. I'm more of a shy girl around people; I'm surprise that I'm talking to you right now. I would normally just shut down." I paused with a sigh looking around the room. "People here, well the older people living here tell their kids about the stories that my great grandmother wrote. Then their kids were play tricks on me, about the books. I remember when I was ten; this group of teenagers came to my home. They were dressed up as vampires and tried to scare me."

"Why would they do that?" He asked.

"I don't really know, but things died down when I reach high school, they don't care anymore, and the stories die down too. I'm surprise that my friends wanted to be my friends. My grandmother was a woman of dreams, and she wrote with the knowledge of the other worlds. She also wrote a book about sprits being transferred into human bodies." I commented.

"I know, I was reading that book earlier. That was a weird book, The Host." He laughed with a crooked smile.

With my own smile, "I guess, but what really weird that your sitting here. I felt like I'm being pulled into a book." I laughed.

Edward's eyes widen staring at me with a smile on his face. "Why is that?" He asked. He pulled the plate way from him. He sat his elbows on the table leaning into them with his head in his hands. He looked like his was enjoying this moment.

"Well, you look like the description in my books, with your messy bronze hair. The eyes of a vampire, did you get contacts to hide your true color of your eyes." I looked up at him under my lashes.

"What if I am the character in the book?" He looked at me with a serous look in his eyes. My eyes widen in shock, I felt my world coming to an end as I looked into his golden eyes. I knew from that moment my life was changing, and I didn't know what to think about this world any longer. All those words my grandmother wrote weren't a dream, more like the world of real vampires around me. His words clicked into place for a short moment. Before, I just laughed at his joke.

"You're joking, right." I shook my head with the joke he was putting on me. His eyes melted at me statement, and I knew he was joking with me.

"Maybe your right, but you know things are out there, which people don't understand. I for one would believe someone if they told me that the world was like a book." He smiled.

"Your right, but books are not real, so vampires are something people come up with to scare us at night." I smiled.

His eyes lit up with humor when I told him that, his prefect lips pulled into a prefect heart breaking grin. "Who is your favorite Cullen then?" He asked. He leaned back against my chair staring into my eyes.

"I would say," I stared up at the ceiling; I didn't know if he would like my answer, but I'll tell him any ways. "Well, I know this is a shock, and I feel like I would disrespect Alice the girl in the book that's married to him, but I would have to say Jasper Hale."

"Why?" He asked. He sat up straight staring into my blue eyes.

"I don't know, I mean come on, a tall honey blond southern guy. And I felt as I read his story in the third book, that he was shy just like me, and others didn't really respect him for you he was. I mean, after the whole birthday party thing with Bella. I felt bad for him, because it wasn't really his fault for Edward leaving Bella in New Moon." I looked at him, and his eyes held shock, anger, and sadness.

I heard footsteps walking down the stairs. I turned to the door way as saw the bronze hair girl that was in my bed with me. "Good morning" the small voice said with a smile. Edward left stay he had to go and get ready for school, and that Nessie could stay here and ride with to school. I let her borrow an outfit, because she was my size, and we got ready together.

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