Author: For this fanfiction I decided to do a big re-write of the pairings and a small bit of the storie's writing. Writing the previous version I realized who should really be with who. I decided to switch up pairings so that EmmettxBella and CeciliaxEdward. Emmett is the type that would encourage the egalitarian Bella to pursue her dreams. Meanwhile Cecilia and Edward are principled individuals who have similar values especially about life. Changed this after reading a hundred pages of "Midnight Sun". Damn Ed is such a creep but at least hes a more reliable narrator than Bella. Chapter one will follow the same route as the original fanfiction but with many changes, all the chapters after it will be a little different. Just remember in this fanfic the Cullens came to town in the same year as Bella.

Eyes full of hollow hate bore into me. Instinct and blood lust turned those irises black. However it was my blood that disgusted the monster. The circulating crimson which reviled him. A taboo and temptation all in one delicacy.

I saw weakness in his predatory expression. The sorrowful grinding of his teeth.

With a wicked chuckle and wide grin I beckoned him furthermore.

He shook his head. His lips forming a meek smile. Begged for my forgiveness. The monster fled turning from me. I watched as night foliage ahead masked his escape from my sight. This all was just a dream within a nightmare. A hell scape I would soon wake up to.

I did not picture beginning 2004 junior year with a fight. The first fight I have ever had. After all there is a limit to how much abuse (or bullshit) one can take.

"Lauren, I don't give a shit about the moron you're dating. It's none of my business."

Yet she bitched about something that had nothing to do with our former conversation, "Yeah exactly. I don't need the trouble-maker who got my brother into prison on false assault charges to wreck my house further. If you hated my brother that much you should've got an abortion then you probably wouldn't have fallen back as you did."

No longer able to keep my anger in I raised my fist, "Bitch!"

The white knuckles of my fist collided with the bitch's nose and teeth. Lauren stepped back into the embrace of her minion Jessica. Her hands covering her bloody nose and mouth. She cried throwing garbled insults at me. Before our cat fight could continue on the dean took me back into the school. At the office I was left off with a two days suspension and a ride home in the back of the police chief's car.

Chief Swan spoke to me, as we drove to my house, "Cecilia Schaltz, I thought you were friends with Lauren. You all played together when you were children."

Yes he was right. As kids Lauren, Jessica and I used to play together throughout kindergarten and late middle school. Coming up with adventures for our dolls, later as preteens talking about the clothes we bought. I guess family drama and individual change were what drove us apart.

I sighed explaining, "She is convinced that her brother is innocent of what he did to me two years ago. She insulted me."

He nodded keeping his eyes on the road, "Don't get in fight like that again... Standing up for yourself is something you should do... However, Fighting with a girl like Lauren isn't worth the trouble."

The wise Chief Swan proved right again. The barbie Lauren was a reknown drama queen. A copy of her self obsessed and shallow mother. Their hysterics was a hellfire I did not want to ignite. Today I added the oil.

We stopped at the driveway of my family's home in northern Forks. An american rustic style home with carved wood motifs, a porch with a loveseat swing and a garden consisting of flowers and vegetables. Gardening was my mother's hobby.

I got out of the police truck, almost forgetting about something I wanted to ask the police chief. I requested, "Chief Swan... Has there been anything found about my father's disappearance?"

It took him long to answer, "Today, I sent a file copy to your mother. Currently interpol is investigating."

I smiled, thanking him, "Thank you."

His expression turned stern, he concluded, "Stay safe and out of trouble."

I turned away from his car walking up the short tree lined driveway. You would think being the police chief to such a small town would make Charles Swan's job quite easy. While crimes like larceny and homicide were few, The case boatloads of missing people took up most of his job. Contemplating the fates of these people must've made his job depressing. Luckily this small town paled in comparison with the boneyard that is Yosemite national park. The meaning of "Yosemite" explains it all.

Once I walked though the front door my mother Mariana, was there to meet me. She came to me like a specter from the dark. The wind behind me closing the door. She must have gotten a call from the high school.

She gave me the same lecture Chief Swan had given me. A willful compliance was my only reply. She returned to the dim lit living room to lay down and read the file given to her by the police chief.My mother had been depressed ever since my father had disappeared on his trip. Judging by the sorrowful look on her face the file must have been bad news. Or none at all. I decided I would read the file tomorrow. I was suspended for two days. I had plenty of time to read it.

Instead I raided the fridge to see what was left for homemade pizza leftovers. My mother made the greatest Italian American food in town. Later I completed my nightly routine, played some video games my brother left behind, then to bed for the night.

The next morning I woke up to a loud truck passing by the street. I made note to switch out rooms later. I looked out my rectangular window to see movers trucks going up the road followed people in expensive vehicles. I remembered then of the new house a little half a mile up the street in the 'creeping woods' as I called it. I hated that place. As a little girl my mother came up with strega (witch) stories to get me scared.

Later that day, While "The Addams Family" reruns played on the TV, I read the missing persons file copy over lunch. The case reported as still active. Looking closely to the numbered pages I realized some were missing. My father the pennsylvania dutch William Schaltz was a historian, photographer and hiker. He ventured to Italy to research for a book he was writing about the Italian renaissance. If this was a joking matter I would say he got lost in the alps while taking photos. The possible fates of my unpredictable father were endless.

Two hours after noon, the last day of my suspension, we had the doorbell rung. I jumped a little off the couch to answer it. Upon opening the door I gazed upon four of the most attractive people I had ever seen. I had to remind myself that wolves usually hide behind sheep's clothes.

The dark haired woman in the center holding a paper bag in her hand had the nicest smile. The passion in this moment radiated off of her. On her left a red-head male's agonized expression made him seem he belonged in a Titian (I'm probably spelling that artist's name wrong.) artwork of a pained christian martyr. On her right a dark haired young man with a Herculean physique. Across his lips a devilish grin which made chills go down my spine.

The most weird detail is that they all shared the same gold eye color.

The sudden lyrical voice of a girl broke my trance of confusion and wonderment.

She introduced her family, "Hello, This is Esme, Edward, Emmett and I'm Alice... We are 'The Cullens' your new neighbors down the road."

I shaked her ice cold hand. With that connection I felt an anachronistic sensation through my eyes and body. For a second I felt like I wanted to throw up. I shook it off.

This Alice seemed to be the type of fairy whom would cause villagers trouble just for the fun of it. I hope she doesn't cause my plants and pets to misbehave.

I nodded at everyone mentioned. Esme and Emmett waved neighborly. Edward looked to the ground wanting to leave soo badly. I didn't blame him... I would too. The others must have talked him into it. Maybe I was exaggerating too much about this Edward.

I did not know what to say. Are two families neighbors? When they live half a mile apart?

Maybe back in the 18th century. Who in the Cullen family sent these four here?

I saw a little smile form on Edward's face. However the soft voice of Esme spoke, "Here this is an apple pie, A gift."

I took the pie. I said the only sentence that crossed my mind, "Thank you. As for myself, I'm Cecilia."

"We will have to go back to finish unpacking soon but I hope our families will become good neighbors. If you ever need to talk we are just down the road." Esme offered as the other began to walk back home.

Alice waved good bye, "See you soon!"

"Yeah, At school." Down the drive way shouted the one called Emmett.

There on I closed the half moon windowed door and lock bolted it. I shook myself out of the trance. Then entered the bathroom left of the kitchen. I splashed water on my face, pulled on my russet blonde hair and looked at my fair complexion in the mirror. For a minute it seemed time had stopped. A little post moment laugh at that ginger's constipated expression cured my ailments. I was soo going to make fun of Edward even more in the future.

Only the claw of my oversized maine coon cat Cesare (Named after Cesare Borgia. The hot guy from history whom everyone thought did his sister.) brought me back from my imagination. I took the apple pie to the pale white kitchen. The golden furred Cesare looked up at me expecting me to give him something. I took a cat treat from the cabinet and threw it at him. He ate the tasty treat in no time at all. I turned away cutting the pie with the steel knife. I placed a piece on a plate and took a bite. It was delicious.

"Rrraow."

Again his eminence Cesare needed me. He scratches at the glass framed door to the backyard. Opening the door I unleashed the little conqueror whom proceeded to wreak havoc on the papal states called the backyard garden and forest. Cutting down birds and rabbits to secure his territory. He pounced on a fluffy tailed squirrel I nicknamed Giovanni. That little fiend.

Walking human speed down the street Alice and Edward followed Esme and Emmett. They stayed a little behind to communicate privately. Alice called out to her elder brother Edward.

She stated, "I must speak to you about two new discoveries."

"Please tell me."

There on Alice exposed everything new she had experienced. She described to him a sunrise on the sands of a unspecified Caribbean island. In a white fully embroidered Bahamian style dress stood a young woman gazing out into the blue bay. The sun brightened her wavy black hair. A decorated wide brimmed hat shaded her face from his view. She lended her hand out to him. Her painted lips spoke out his name. In a full view of her face he knew exactly whom she was.

Alice spun around gracefully, she said, "Destiny is calling, Brother... She is quite strange though, That girl."

Without showing much emotion Edward refused to comply, "I have to speak to Carlisle."

There on he went ahead of his younger sister. The second discovery Alice saved for a later time.