I don't own Maggie, or any other character I may mention. They belong to the wonderful Stephanie Meyer...I Just own a ridiculous plot bunny who haunts my dreams when I don't type...

I had to get out of Ireland that much was perfectly clear. I was terrified. I was Alone. There was no one to hold my hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. No one to guide me through life No one to tell me what my next step should be. The world suddenly felt huge. It was daunting. I was no longer sure which way was up. For my own safety I decided to leave Ireland.

There was nothing left for me here. No friends no family. No home or job prospects. Hell as far as everyone was concerned I was dead. Margaret O'keeffe no longer existed. Neither did little Maggie. I wasn't a doll, I was my own person. I had lost everything and survived. This next step wouldn't get me down. I'd go to America.

The idea came to me like a flash of light in the dark. For one second everything was perfectly clear. I couldn't shake the feeling that this was the right course to take. I relied on my instincts and started towards the docks. Sure I would miss Dublin. It had everything I needed I loved the hustle and bustle. The sense of belonging, knowing no matter how bad things were there was always someone willing to help. But I had outgrown it.

America was huge. I could easily lose myself there. Start over. No one knew who I was there, knew my past. It was perfect. Lucky for me there was a ship boarding for America three days from then. For those three days I seen as much of Dublin as I could. I strolled along the quays committing the stench to memory. I wandered through the lush greenery of Stephens green, along the pond smiling at the ducks swim by, then scowling when they scattered upon seeing me. I decided upon one more stop before I left forever. The street where I grew up. It had been rebuilt and the closure I was looking for wasn't there. I gave up realizing there really was nothing to keep me from leaving. The day before I departed I hid in the shadows feeding on the homeless. No one would miss them. I had long ago given up on the catholic ideology. If god gave a rats ass about me I wouldn't be in this predicament. He had abandoned me and created the monstrosity that I had become. I gave into my true nature and let it consume me.

My eyes were a deep crimson by he time the ship had set sail. I wouldn't need to feed for some time, my presence on the ship would go undetected. The security on the ship was extremely lax. It was laughable. I took a place in steerage without question. It was dank cold and best of all dark. It suited my mood perfectly. The only downside was how cramped it was.

Many tried befriending me. The typical Irish beauty. I tried pushing them all away.I was meant to be alone. People only hurt you. Let you down. As humans they would grow old and die. I could not suffer that kind of loss again. So I Sat in a corner. Ignoring everyone. Willing the slow passing time away.

A Large Family of Nine however caught my attention and refused to leave me isolated. The mother was doting on all her children and exclaimed joyfully that "theres always room for one more among us" I smiled graciously and declined but she refused to hear my protests."no love I can't be leaving a little beauty like you to defend herself" She sat me amongst her brood and introduced me to all. The scent of their blood was mouthwatering. I sat smiling making small talk and being polite. I couldn't risk detection on board with no where to go. I excused myself feigning seasickness. I needed to clear my head of the scent.

That polite smile had been my downfall. Bridget, as I later learned her name, was a natural mother and felt the need to nurture everyone around her. She followed me on deck and rubbed my back reassuringly. "There now, get it all up" I flinched away from her warmth. "No it's fine thank you I'm all better now" I mumbled keeping my eyes averted. While her children sensed the difference in me she either refused to acknowledge it or was that happy in her role she didn't feel it. When she wasn't trying to force feed me the ships disgusting excuse for food ("You have to eat something" she'd scold) she was regaling me with tales of her family and husband ("the mad eegit") who would be waiting for them at the other end. My eyes would sting when she spoke of her love for them and I would retreat to my corner once more.

NoOne disturbed me when I sat here with my eyes closed, believing me to be asleep. I breathed evenly and thought of home. My loved ones. My Family. Both my families. They all abandoned me. If I Could have cried I would have. Had I made a huge mistake. I thought of shane and my resolve strengthened. Screw them all. I did nothing wrong yet I was the one who was alone. The injustice of it all stung like a slap across the face on a cold December morning.

After what felt like a life time I could smell the change in the air. We were almost there. I stood and peeked up onto the deck. It was raining. I smiled. Perfect. There would be no need for a cape hat et al when I got off the ship. The sparkling skin really was a huge inconvenience. I detected Bridgets scent behind me." WE Made it" she smiled sounding thoroughly relieved. "Come on now loves get up here and get some of that sea air into your lungs" she clapped one hand on my shoulder and fixed me with her sternest look. "Now missy, do you have somewhere you can go? Because your more than welcome to stay with us" I shook my head smiling, knowing there was no deceit in her voice. She really was concerned for my wellbeing. "It's fine, my brothers waiting for me" I gave her a quick squeeze hoping for her sake our paths would never cross again.

I ran to the other end of the ship to another gangplank and took an unneeded deep breath to steady myself. The salt air was tangy, almost suffocating. I let the rain wash over me comforted by the reminder of home as I set out on my own. I took the first step onto the new country and swore never to look back. Looking up at the statue of lady liberty I felt awestruck. She was magnificent in green against the almost black background of the stormy clouds behind her. I then snorted. I could crush it wit such little force it was laughable. Shaking my head I stepped into the throngs of people slowly pushing forward.

I instantly found myself lost in the York while busy just didn't feel right. It was just like Dublin,so many Irish people. Too much like home. I'd need 2 get further away. I decided id walk across America. Do the tourist bit. Soak up some culture while I was formulating a plan.. I ran through small towns by night hiding in the shadows by day. Feeding often upon unsuspecting citizens. I was slowly getting used to the freedom and isolation. I enjoyed taking in the view and taking time to smell the flowers of life. I seen plenty of sights. Mount Rushmore and the White house. While magnificent,neither held my interest for very long. It wasn't until I reached Arizona that I found some peace.

The vast emptiness of the grand canyon instantly became one of my favorite places on earth. I adored the early hours of dawn, when the sun first crept over the horizon bathing everything in its glow making the earth light up with its warmth. I felt as if the world went on forever if I just stood there long enough. At other times I would stand at the edge looking down at the vast emptiness, the darkness seeming to stretch on I jumped I was sure id be falling forever, like Alice down the rabbit hole.I could never stay long however, the tourists would come flocking and the shadows would once again reclaim me. I belonged in the dark.

I realized sooner or later I would have to find a residence. While I was hoping to seek out some vampires while I was here, just to be assured I wasn't completely alone, I was still too terrified to venture into the south. The vampire wars there were legendary, and I wished not to get caught up in their war. I also needed somewhere that could provide m with shelter. I decided upon the first place that cam to mind. The windy city. Chicago.

A.N: Ok I know no one really reads these, but I just have to point out that, yes, I know the time line doesn't sit right at all. I'm sorry about that, but I had to change it up for it to fit in with my story. If you don't like it, maybe give me a suggestion for any future chapters?

I'd also like to point out, I've never set foot in America. So when I'm writing descriptions I'm going by pictures I've found on Google images =P...wow Long note...oh Also I'm in desperate need of a Beta...any takers??