Thank you for reading! I honestly think I'm a rubbish writer, but what do I know anyway? Review, please! (P. S. Do I have to rate this story 'M' if I might use the occasional 'F' word? I'm sorry, I have a potty mouth ;]) Sorry for anything inappropriate or wild you might read also. I have a dirty mind to go along with that potty mouth of mine.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything :P

CHAPTER 1: NEW BEGINNINGS

FORKS, WASHINGTON. THE PLACE I was condemned to live in for the next two years of my incredibly long life. If I had enough strength to attack my father, take over the wheel of the car, and turn around and drive to New York, I would. However, while my dad was older than I was, he was stronger. One of the many disadvantages to being half-human was that I would never be as strong as a full vampire.

"Nessie," Edward, my mind-reading father said, "while your confidence in my physical strength is very flattering, you're stuck in this no matter what. I can also promise you that this won't be as terrible as you're imagining it will be."

I rolled my eyes, a habit I'd picked up from him as a child. "Sure, Dad. Whatever you say, Dad. I'm going to absolutely love Forks. I might even love it more that I loved Seattle fifty years ago. Seattle was my favorite," I said sarcastically.

"We just got you back, Ness. Please don't leave us again," begged my mother.

I sighed, thinking back to one of my many times on my own. I'd only just returned to my family a week ago. Being on my own for forty years had been thrilling, but they eventually had to stage an intervention. I'd let my thirst control me and killed thousands – hundreds of thousands – of humans. None of them were completely innocent, but they'd still been human nonetheless. I felt guilty for it, and it seemed that the only way I could stay on the wagon was if I was with my family. It was a bummer and a relief. I didn't want to be the monster everyone assumed I was, but being with the same people for multiple centuries could get a little tiresome.

After several more uncomfortable hours of lounging in the back seat of my father's Volvo and listening to my extensive playlist of strictly songs by The Beatles, we finally passed the sign that said Welcome to the state of Washington. Looking at a map of Washington, I calculated it would be about another six hours until our arrival to Forks, so I decided to take a nap.

I was woken up by my mother excitedly shaking my knee. I blinked a few times, and my vision became clear. Looking out the car window, I saw one thing: green. I wished I was exaggerating, or at the very least, hallucinating, when I saw that everything outside the window was some shade of green. It didn't really bother me too much – green was my favorite color. But did I want to look at it all the time? Absolutely not.

It took us another ten minutes to drive through town and then find our road. Once we found our new driveway, the horrible truth set in: I was going to have to live here. The town itself seemed dry, boring. Dead. Again, I found myself aching for my lively, vivacious life in Manhattan. New York City, New York was the most fantastic place I'd ever lived in. In my five-hundred years, I'd seen and lived in many extravagant, cultured, exciting places but the only one that stood out to me was New York.

The winding driveway was just as boring as the rest of what I'd observed thus far. From what I could guess, it was almost half a mile long. Another thing I hated about just the driveway alone: the trees. I found trees beautiful, especially when they were in bloom in the springtime, but these trees were in the woods. If there was one thing I despised more than my weakness for human blood, it was the woods. Or, in more recent terms, my new home.

The house itself wasn't much either. Aside from being enormous, I couldn't quite grasp what made Esme decide she liked it. I was sure, though, that with her brilliance and creativity, she could make it look as incredible and astonishing as our last home had. Our actual houses themselves were some of the only things I actually liked about the places we'd lived in before. I was so thankful for my grandmother's taste in interior and exterior design.

Jasper and Alice had been the first ones to arrive. With the help of Alice's visions of the future, she'd already seen who would like which rooms the most and had put the names of the impending inhabitants of each room on the doors. She was another bright side to the family. Even though she could be a pain and an annoyance a lot of the time, her being psychic saved us a lot of time.

I carried my luggage up the stairs and found my room, plopping on the bed and sprawling out on the naked mattress. I didn't care that there were no sheets on it yet. I wanted to wallow in my own misery before putting on a happy face and pretending to enjoy myself for the next two years. The funniest thing about the next two years was that it was only exactly that – just two years. Two years to an immortal was like two minutes to a human. However, the setting of the next two years of my life was what was going to make them drag by so slowly.

"Nessie!" a voice boomed. I knew who it was before they even spoke. I'd been anticipating Emmett's teasing since we got on the road. He'd initially wanted me to drive to Forks in my dad's car and him to drive in his Jeep so that he could race me and potentially rub it in my face if I lost. My uncle really loved me…

"Nessie?" he asked as he burst through my bedroom door. "How the hell did you beat us here? Did you take a plane, you cheater?"

I didn't even sit up or look at him. I did, however, open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. "No, Emmett. I didn't take a plane and I told you before we left that I wasn't going to race you. I didn't even drive a little bit."

Emmett groaned. "You were so much more fun a hundred and fifty years ago. You just plain old suck now. What's the point of living forever if you're not even living? I get that you had some rough patches, but it's about damn time to move on."

"I didn't ask for your opinion, Emmett," I snapped. "Nor did I ask you to preach at me or insult me. If I wanted advice on how to live my life, I'd ask you for some or I'd see a professional."

"Shit," he muttered. "No need to bitch me out."

"Thank you for stopping by, Emmett," I dismissed.

He left after my last comment, and I was left alone until almost five in the afternoon, when Carlisle asked me if I wanted to go hunting. I declined his offer, but thanked him, too. Being native to England, I'd been taught to uphold English customs and be polite, though I'd lost my accent over the many, many years. Both my grandparents and my parents had lost their accents as well.

At around eight o'clock the next morning, after I woke up from about ten hours of irregular sleep, I'd finally accepted this house and town as my home. I barely knew it and didn't know any people in it, but at least it was a start. I'd been so stuck in my New York state of mind that I hadn't even understood that I didn't live there anymore.

I was contently chatting with my aunt, Rosalie and eating a cup of blueberry yogurt and oats when my father dropped the biggest bomb on my yet. Even bigger than, "We're moving to Forks, Washington."

"Nessie, you're starting at Forks High School tomorrow."