I have no claim on these characters...only Stephanie Meyers

"Please, Wendy. Just this once. Before you go." He whispered in my ear. I could remember the smell of the alcohol on his breath, the marijuana on his clothes. I also remembered the feeling he gave me that night. A feeling I had never felt with him before: fear.

"We can't…" I stammered. His closeness threw me off. "We broke up, Pat." I pushed him away. My stomach felt knotted. I could feel the acid reaching my throat.

"We can too!" He said as he vehemently pushed me down on the bed. I struggled, and it was hard for me to break free of his grasps.

I remembering biting him, then I ran. I was out the door and on to the sidewalk. Tears streamed down my face, making puddles of water into my shaking hands.

My vision blurred and all I saw was red. It was everywhere. Did I bite him that hard? Did I get blood on me?

I kept running. His house seemed so far from mine. My feet felt of lead, and my head bobbled around like a sports ball in a tense game.

My vision finally came back to me when I reach a doorstep that I knew not to be of my London house. This was where my house belonged, I thought, then I heard a soft cry, breaking my confusion. I gasped as a cloaked figure stood before me.

"Dearest baby…my baby girl…remember that I will love you forever and always." The cloaked lady, who had the sweetest voice, kissed the baby and walked right through my figure.

I hurried to the stairs to find a tiny infant wrapped in blankets. A note was attached to the blanket. The date was of the 2nd of November, the year of my birth.

"Creatures of the night," I read out loud. "I am in danger. Please take my child out of harms way. I trust you know what to do. She is similar to you and your kind and I know she is destined to be great. Her name is Wendy Suzanne Meyer and she was born two days ago, on the last day of October. Please take care of my little one. I hope one day to see her…"

The note was signed Suzan Meyer. My mother, it had to be.

"It is me." The woman whispered in my ear. I quickly turned to find a hideous monster. She had long red hair of my exact color, and eyes as red as the blood than ran in my veins. Her lips were stained with fresh blood.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed. I shot up from my scrunched position in my bed.

I huffed and breathed in relaxing oxygen. "This can't be." I told myself, panting. "That wasn't my mother. That wasn't her." I wrapped my arms around my knees, reassuring myself my biological mother was far from being a monster…

That morning, I awoke early and took a quick morning shower. I felt utterly lifeless. My parents didn't seem to notice, until Jasper tried to cheer me up.

"Will you be okay, Wendy?" He whispered.

"I'm just tired." I replied, lying through my teeth. He knew well.

"Your not just tired…I can feel- I mean I can just sense that it's more than you are telling me."

I sighed. For some reason beyond explanation, I always ended up relieving all my stress out to Jasper. He had that way about him, where I couldn't resist keeping secrets or feelings from him. I trusted he kept it mainly to himself.

"Don't tell Mum or Dad." I warned him. I sighed and went on. "I had a dream about a woman named Suzan Meyer. Ring a bell." I gave him the benefit of the doubt. If he told the truth, I wouldn't be mad, if he didn't…well…I had yet to think upon that reaction…

"Well…" The awesome thing about it was, Jasper couldn't lie to me. He never dared. I think he hated the angry it brought in me when he did.

"Don't lie. I know you know." I smirked, feeling victory.

"Then why ask?" he laughed.

"I was seeing if you would tell me the truth." I laughed back. "Now seriously. Why did a dream tell me my mother's name and not my family?"

"How do you know it's your mother's name?" He smiled, tricking me.

"She said that I was here baby girl. Plus she looked just like me…but way scarier. She had red eyes and blood all over her." I shuddered at the memory.

"How did you know what she looked like?" He stood up. Shock was in his face.

"It was a dream…I don't know how…but I saw her. She had to be my mother." I thought it over. "Why didn't anyone tell me about her? I mean…I have a right to know."

"I…Wendy, this isn't something you should discuss with me." He started to walk towards the porch door.

"Wait, but Jasper!"

But he was gone before I could ask, "Why had she left me?"

I felt like a walking zombie as I entered the school. I finally came out of my trance when Greg asked me, "Can we switch the date to hang out with you to today?"

Wendy snapped back to reality and agreed to his suggestion. She went back to her perky self when Peter said he was to come too.

"Just follow me." Wendy told them as they entered the parking lot after school.

"You want to ride with me, Dani?" Greg asked.

Wendy smiled to herself. Oh how Dani was going to be tickled pink.

Wendy drove the speed limit for once so Greg's Civic and Peter's Ford Ranger could keep up with her great horsepower.

Once the long drive ended in front of her house, she parked and cut the engine.

"So this is the mansion?" Greg laughed to himself, as he opened Dani's door for her.

"But you have only seen the outside." Wendy giggled. "Come on!" She motioned them to the front door.

"Mum? Dad?" She called into the echoing "mansion".

"Hello, Wendy." Alice greeted her with a light kiss to the cheek. "They went out for a late lunch. Who are these fine young gentlemen you have here."

"This is Greg and Peter from school. You have all ready met Dani." Dani smiled at Alice.

"Yes, of course. I'm glad your back, Danielle. Bella sent some clothes for Wendy to try on, but they are a little bit too big and long for her petite body. Since your taller, maybe they will fit you. I would hate to see them go to waste." She flashed her pearly whites, knowing she had won over Dani immediately.

"Oh sure. I'll take a look." She skipped to Alice's side. "I'll be back." She said to the rest of us.

"You guys want anything to eat or drink?" I asked.

They didn't answer me; all they did was stare at the small pixie that fluttered up the stairs.

"Was that your sister?" Peter asked.

Great, I thought. The moment I bring him home, I lose him to my married sister.

"Yes. Jasper, her husband is around her somewhere." I said dryly. "So you guys thirsty?" I tried to pull them out of their trance.

"I totally am." Greg was the first to answer.

"Yeah…I'm parched." Peter cleared his throat.

"We have…milk…Mountain Dew…Coke…Pepsi…orange

juice…lemonade…and orange pop."

"I'll take a coke." Greg answered.

"Orange is my favorite. I'll have that." I smiled at Peter's reply.

"Orange is my favorite too." I laughed as I handed him his pop. He smiled a half smile.

"So what do you guys want to see…the study…my room…the garage…"

"The garage." They said in unison.

It was final, that was for sure.

"Let me go upstairs to get Dani and tell her where we are heading to."

I sprinted up stairs to find Dani just finishing up.

'The boys want to see the garage." Wendy told her.

"Figures." Dani rolled her eyes just as Jasper emerged from the third level stairs.

"I can show them the garage." Jasper offered. He didn't look at me or Dani, only Alice.

"Well…lets all go." Alice suggested. He body tensed as Jasper made up the idea.

"Alice…trust me. Its no problem." He winked and went down the stairs.

"All right." She whispered. "Well then. Lets have a fashion show." She smiled as she pulled the two girls into Wendy's room.

"See you later you guys!" Wendy waved her friends goodbye as they all drove off.

"Well that was fun." Alice smiled.

"Sure was." Jasper smiled back. "Those boys sure do know a lot about cars. Peter is a natural at it. If Emmett was here, I don't think they would be going home to quickly now." He joked.

"I wish he was here…I wish everybody was here.' I yawned.

"Looks like our lil' one is tired." Alice nudged Jasper.

"You are not allowed to say that since you only have two inches over me." I sighed. "I think I better wrap this day up."

"Good night." Alice said as I climbed the stairs to my room.

"Good night." I replied just below a whisper. For some reason, I knew she could hear me.

"Suzan, you must get rid of her. Please, for her and your own safety!" A beautiful man coaxed her, my mother into letting go of her only baby. He had blond hair and was wonderfully built. He had to have been my father.

"My sweet girl. Our little Wendy, Richard. Our little, Wendy." She whispered into my ear.

"Suzan, my love. We must flee before they find us. They mean to use you, Suzan. You, me and the baby!"

"Our baby." She hissed.

"Love, Wendy is in terrible danger. You being the only one of our kind to birth a child makes us their prey. The want to use you…us…for their own domination of the world."

"But I can't give her up, Richard." She had no tears, but her face was full of hurt.

"Nor do I want this. Suzan, she needs to be safe. The worlds fate rest in her hands…the destiny of our existence and hers, is all up to her safety." The words he spoke sung me. I was important to them? Why? They were the ones that abandoned me.

"I know." She whispered. She kissed the top of my forehead, and I knew it was her goodbye kiss.

"Mummy…" I whispered, waking myself up out of a deep sleep. I was broken out into a hot sweat. I turned my self over to find it was three in the morning. I had a couple more hours of sleep before I had to get up once again.

As I started to settle myself back into my cozy comforts, I found a flicker of light across my pitch-black room. It was small, as if a refection on something shiny. I studied it hard, then realized what it actually was. I let out a gasp.

I bunched my tiny figure up in a ball and screamed with all my might. Two eyes shiny black eyes were staring at me.

That day at school was utterly perfect compared to my morning incident I had with a figure, that Alice and Jasper reassured me wasn't really there. What made my day perfect to the morning was one simple reason: Tiffany was absent. The rumor was that her grandfather was going to an insane asylum. Other's said he had died. Whatever had really occurred I held no pity for her.

The same day Greg, Peter and Dani all asked me to go to La Push to a reserve, yet I bailed out on it. I hadn't asked my parents, and I wanted to relax and take some pictures that I promised my friend, Annie. Soon after I bailed, so did Peter. I was surprised, yet glad. Maybe Greg and Dani would finally get to be alone, and maybe Dani would get the chance to charm him.

As I ran down the stairs with my camera after school my brother greeted me.

"Hello." He sat contently at the nook reading Speaker of the Dead. His eyes didn't leave the page he was on. He always enjoyed a good piece of Literature like Shakespeare or Homer's epic the Oddessey. He also enjoyed Death on the Nile, Glass Lake and Jane Eyre. What he didn't like as much was Anne Rice.

"Her concept of Vampires is just to ridiculous." He would always state.

I sighed. He obviously was avoiding me and the discussion I had with him a morning ago. I had nothing to say to him as well. I ignored him and went on.

I decided to take my first picture in the living room. I knew Annie would just melt over the fireplace. Next I chose to take a picture of the kitchen and then the dinning room. I just loved the black and gold chairs and table the dining room possessed. It made you think that you were dining at an eloquent ball or restaurant.

I went up stairs to grab my flip-flops so I could go outside and shoot pictures of my car. Since I was there, I snapped a shot of my bed and bathroom. Then I ran down to the kitchen and out the door.

My camera beeped as I photographed the pond, the barn and my beautiful car. I walked up to the front and snapped a shot of the front. Annie was going to just drop dead when she saw the size of the house.

"Hello." Someone greeted me from behind. Their voice was thick with an accent I knew so well. He was definitely a Brit. I slowly turned knowing this person was a complete stranger.

There stood a man, at least five inches taller than me dressed in a black cloak. He was beautiful, yet frightening at the same time. His skin was the color of my families, pale and almost translucent. His face was perfect and along with his brown jagged hair, which almost looked similar to Peter's. His eyes though almost killed me with fright. His irises were blood shot red.

I couldn't speak. I could barely move. My limbs were weak and about ready to collapse.

"Are your parents available." He said smoothly, removing his cloak.

How did this person get here? He came with no car, and no luggage? He wasn't human, I could tell. His eyes seemed too evil, too hungry to be even part human. Was he the figure I had saw in my room? Was Alice and Jasper wrong? Had I been right?

"Alice!" Someone roared out in anger. It was Jasper.

"Oh, I see that your family is here." the creature smirked at the sight of my brother.

"Wendy…go inside now." Jasper demanded. I automatically ran past Alice and into the safety of the house. I leaned against the door and sighed in relief.

"Hello pet." A voice purred.

I screamed as another pair of eyes met me.

I fell to the floor finding blackness all around me.

It felt like a dream…a distant thought or vision yet the voices were so clear and the images were vivid like a motion picture.

"I see you have made a happy life here." The creature that had met me beyond the door spoke. I could see his beautiful face. He reminded me of Peter.

"Let's get to the chase. Who are you and what do you want." Jasper laid it all down like usual.

"Does the girl know?" The other asked as he took a seat on our couch.

'No." Jasper whispered, not even asking for more information. Know what?

"What do you plan on doing to her?" Alice asked, her voice was distant and her eyes looked as if she was seeing through fog.

"Suzan is dead. Wendy belongs with us now. She owns us her life." I was so terrified by his words I couldn't tell who spoke. My mother, who I desperately wanted, but hardly knew, was now dead?

Jasper's countenance was expressionless, yet you could tell he was irate with what they spoke of.

Suddenly the front door that is collapsed before, opened. It was my father and Mother.

Oh Mum, dad! I gasped in my head.

My mother removed her light jacket, staring right at the new visitors. "What is wrong?" she asked with concern.

They turned to the living room and in unison they both whispered. "Wendy."

My dad marched to the living room.

I definitely heard my father's voice roar. He was actually quite calmed compared to Jasper. "What are you doing here." It was more of an angry statement then question.

"I have come to discuss your problem with the child you have been keeping from us." The first visitor replied.

"This is none of your concern. Nor your coven's concern. We have been keeping our namesake secret for centuries, unlike your new coven. We like to lessen the threat of exposing our kind to the world." His voice rose a tone. "Wendy is of our family…our coven…our kind. Not of your hybrids that you want to make her of!"

"Yet the world needs to know of our background…and yours." The second one spat. Who were my parents before? Did they commit a crime? Were they murderers?

"I advise you both leave. Wendy's being is none of your concern. She owns no debt for what her mother and father had promised you."

"Well," The first one seemed surprised. "I am sorry that I intruded, but it seems to me that this is more complicated than what you see." The first one replied.

"Why have you've come?" my mother asked warily.

"To warn you of the times to come." They both snickered.

"A new comer." Alice whispered. "We will have a new comer." She repeated, still off in the distant land.

"New comer? What new comer?" Jasper whispered in her ear.

"With wings. He has wings." She snapped her head in Jasper's direction, fear crossed her face.

"Oh yes indeed. Unless you tell Wendy of her history and her fate, both her and the winged man's destiny will be in our hands…eternally suffering." The both rose.

"Nice meeting you, Wendy. I hope you will join us one day." He smiled at me when I was beginning to stir. He put on his hood on and walked out the door.

That night I had nightmares once again. I had nightmares of when I was born, who my mother and father were and how they disappeared. I saw my mother's face in the dim light of an alley. Her face was horrorstruck, and I began to cry. There in front of my mother stood a dark figure. A cloaked dark figure, like she had been the night of dropping me off, ready to strike. I wanted to wake up. I wanted my dream to end. There I watched my mother die, as the figure sucked the life out of her with his teeth.

"Mommy!" I screamed as I bolted up from my slumber. I tried to calm myself down, but ripping noises came from my chest. I was hysterical. I could not control the sobs that vibrated my chest.

My adopted mother and father ran through the door.

"What's wrong, Honey?" My mother came right to my side.

I sniffled, tears dripping down my cheek. "They killed her. I know who killed her!" I cried, as I laid my face in my palms.

"Who killed who?" My father face was hoping it was just a dream.

"They killed her…they killed my mother. The vam-vamp--" But the words could not escape my mouth. I balled.

"There, there." My mother hushed me. 'It will be fine. I know it will be, my sweet, Wendy." Her musical, soothe voice assured me. I believed her.

I soundly fell asleep as my mother cradled me in her arms like the first day she found me.

"You look very tired, Wendy?" Dani observed. "Are you sure you want to have us over like you said?"

It had slipped my mind that I had promised the gang that they could come over a week from last. After the strangers visit I had non-stop dreams of my mother and father's deaths. I couldn't find an escape from them.

"I am so sorry, Dani. I just don't feel so well." I wasn't a lair. I was a mess.

"Are you sure you are all right?" Dani asked concerned.

"I have no idea." I shook my head as the bell rang. I gathered my things and walked silently to my next class.

During lunch I sat alone. I didn't want to ruin the mood of others. I read my book silently, not choosing to eat a single thing. I had no appetite what so ever.

"Wendy." A glorious voice whispered my name. I gazed up and found Peter and his perfect face. His eyes were glistening, like always.

"Hey." I said softly.

"Are you okay today?" Peter asked taking a seat next to me.

My body became excited. I was sitting right next to him. I was so long since I had talked to him.

"I am…I don't know how feel these days." I sighed. "I am having nightmares lately about my past that I don't even remember. It scares me."

"Don't you know your past?" He asked curiously.

"I was left on my parents doorstep with a note that had my name, Wendy Suzanne, my birthday, October 31st and my mothers name…Suzan Meyers that I never knew until recently..." I explained.

"So you never knew your parents, ever?"

"No, never. Now I am having dreams of how my mother died, and along with my dad." I was scared just thinking about my horrible nightmares.

"Do you mind me asking--"

"Who killed them and how?" I cut him off. "It's unbelievable really. It wouldn't be possible."

"Tell me. I won't laugh, or criticize. Promise." His eyes I knew help honesty.

"A…a vampire." I whispered.

Peter nodded. "I believe in them." He murmured. "They do exist."

"How do you know if you haven't seen them?" I asked inconceivably.

"You don't have to see it to believe it." He whispered getting up as the bell rang.

I sat motionless at the table.

"Aren't you coming?" He asked extending his hand out for mine.

My face was tear stained as I ran the opposite direction. I ran out in the rain to my car.

Right then and there, I believed too.

"I'm sorry miss, you files are sealed. Is there anything else you wanted to know." She asked me.

I whispered a no and hung up. That was my fifth call to one of the many hospitals in Massachusetts. This time I had tried the one near Boston, where I had been found. It was finally the hospital she was born in, but they could give me that information.

I finally tried something new. The internet was my only source of information now. I opened my Mac laptop and clicked on the Safari browser.

I went to Google and started typing in my name. I could only find a myspace and facebook account, so I decided to try Meyer for my last name instead. I found nothing. I tried my mother's name, and still found it all blank. Suddenly I remembered from my dream.

"But I cant giver her up, Richard."

It clicked. My father's name was Richard. Richard Meyers.

I quickly typed his name, stumbling with excitement. I clicked enter and prayed there was an answer. There was.

I read out loud to my self in a low mumble, "Richard Meyer; Attorney at Law." Maybe I was just fooling myself. Maybe there were many Richard Meyers in the world.

I clicked on the site. It took me to the man's web page, who I found out had his attorney's facilities located in Boston.

I gulped. They listed a number, and I jotted it down. As I went to pick up the phone, it rang. I jumped.

"Hello?" I said into the receiver as I calmed myself.

"Wendy its Bella. Its mom there?" She asked.

I sighed. "Yes hold on." I told her as I went down the stairs into the living room. My mum was contently sitting on the couch reading her book.

"Its Bell." I said as I handed her the phone.

She nodded and I went back to the kitchen. I don't know what went through my mind. I was feeling very obnoxious and I wanted to repay my parents back for their secretiveness. To repay them back, I eavesdropped, hoping to seek information about their past they wished to forget. I picked up the extra receiver and listened in.

"I know mom…I was just wondering how Wendy was doing. You know school can be difficult these days."

"Yes…I think she is doing very well. The first day of school she came home crying…and guess who caused her tears?"

"Who?" Bella seemed mad.

"Tiffany Newton. Does that name ring a bell?"

"Mike Newton…is that his…" Bella whispered, shocked.

"Granddaughter…but my, is she ever the image of him."

"He never acted like that at school…how is he?" Bella asked.

"Oh Bell…he is in the mental hospital…I am so sorry." Mum said saddened.

I gently hung up the phone. Who was this Mike Newton that Bella seemed to know from school? And how could he be Tiffany's grandfather when Bella was only twenty?

Not only was that the strangest mystery, so were my parents. They often left me alone on the weekends. Their habits made me feel…dead and even lonelier.

Loneliness just made me think about how I missed my friends so much. How I missed the traffic at night, instead of the stillness of the woods. This place was killing me more and more each day. Peter, Greg and Dani were the only ones to cheer me up. The rest I knew was faking their liking of me. This made me cry even more. How could I be me if know one liked me for who I was?

What made things drag deeper into the sadness was that I missed being with someone. I know it was very blunt and silly of me to feel this way, but it did make my depression worsen. Forks carried gorgeous boys, yet none of them wanted a girl like me. There was Greg, but Dani had claims on him. I was happy for them, honest. Dani deserved the world, along with a great guy like Greg, yet where did I come in? Was I just the lost puppy like always?

There was Peter, yet I still didn't completely understand him. I couldn't exactly figure him out, or what he wanted for that matter. He was one of my close friends, yet something wasn't right about him. He always seemed to be gone, or at least when I called him. Along with that he never returned my calls. I tried not to be a nuisance and call him all the time, yet he could learn to call me back once and a while. He never seemed energetic anymore as well. He seemed very tired and always sleeping in Biology II. I had to admit I worried about him constantly, yet I would never tell him. At points it seemed like he disliked me or despised me. Its like we are in a love, hate relationship, yet we don't want to admit that we hate each other. I knew I didn't hate him, but for him, I had no clue. He never expressed his feeling towards me, nor did he tell me about problems at home or school that he was facing. As a matter of fact, he never even mentioned about his home life.

Yet despite the issues in between, we started to get to know each other. Dani had told me we looked like a cute couple, yet I didn't think he wanted that just yet. We did tend to flirt unceasingly though. He was a sweet guy, I just wished he opened up to me more than he all ready did.

I sighed once more and thought of recent problems that were of more importance; My history. As much as I wanted to run from it all, I needed to know.

I clenched the lined piece of paper. This was my only chance of knowing. My only hope of maybe seeing my parents.

I flipped open my phone and started dialing.

It rang and rang, until finally someone picked up.

"Hello?" The voice was so familiar I almost fainted right then and there.

It was the voice from my dream. It was my father.