Hey everyone!

I really hope you enjoy this story! It's my first REAL Twilight one. Well, I DID write Edward and the Tampon, but that doesn't count. ANYWAY, I really really REALLY hope you like it, I worked hard on it! Hopefully it's not just your typical "Edward and Bella's daughter story". Let me know if it ever gets that way, because that's what I'm trying to AVOID.

Again, I hope you like!

This story takes place in the future, about sixteen or seventeen years after the Cullens leave.

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Elizabeth Masen looks like your typical rich girl from the outside. Perfect body, perfect face, perfect hair, perfect grades, lives in a mansion on the beach, has guys trailing after her, goes to a private school, wears expensive clothes, and drives an expensive car. But on the inside, she's empty, alone, and confused. Her mother Bella went missing when she was only a baby, and was declared dead when Liz was only five. Her father Edward left Bella almost seventeen years ago and he and his family are no where to be found. After sixteen years of ignorance, Lizzy decides it's time to find out who she really is. She spends the summer with her Grandpa Charlie in Forks, where it all started, to first track down her missing half of the family: the Cullens.

Finding them is surprisingly easy, except for one: Edward, her father. But when she discovers a beautiful meadow while hiking in the woods, she finds that the answers are all right there, sparkling underneath the sun.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, or ANY of it's wonderful characters. I DO, however, own Elizabeth and future characters yet to be revealed.

Happy Reading Everyone!

Chapter One:

Grandma drove me to the airport in silence. We rode with the windows rolled down, so the Florida summer air rushed in, blowing my long, red hair around my face.

After arriving, she pulled in the parking lot, and we walked to the front doors together. She looked at me with teary eyes.

"It seems only yesterday I was here with your mother, sending her away to Forks," she said, sniffling. "Are you sure you'll be okay?"

"I'll be fine, Grandma." I said squeezing her hand. "I'm sixteen, remember? And I'll only be gone for the summer. Besides, it's time I go visit Grandpa Charlie instead of him always coming here. I've always wanted to go to Forks, anyway."

Grandma chuckled. "Your mother was thinking the exact opposite when I dropped her off here. But you're positive you'll be okay?"

"Grandma," I said, taking off my sunglasses to look into her eyes. "I'll be fine! I promise. And I'll be sure to call you when I get there. But I really need to get going, or else I'll miss the flight."

"Alright then, come here, you," she said, defeated. She pulled me into a warm embrace. "I love you, Lizzy."

"I love you too, Grandma," I said, letting a tear escape one of my green eyes.

"Off you go now! Don't be late!" She said pulling me away. I gave a tight smile and walked through the doors waving.

Somehow, I managed to get through all the security and bags checks, and actually made it on the plane. I would land in Seattle, and take another flight to Port Angeles where Grandpa would be waiting. I couldn't wait. I sat in the window seat, and there were two other seats on my left waiting to be filled. Soon enough, I was accompanied by a small girl and her mother.

"Hi! I'm Stacey! What's your name?" the little girl asked me once she was buckled in.

"Hi, Stacey, my name is Elizabeth." I said.

"Guess what, Ewizabef?" she asked with wide eyes.

"What?"
"Dis is my first time on aira-pwane!" She exclaimed.

"Really?" I asked enthusiastically.

"Uh-huh!"
Stacey was so cute. She had so much enthusiasm. She then turned to her mother.

"Mommy, mommy! Guess what! I have a new friend named Ewizabef!""Well isn't that something!" her mother said, smiling at me. They looked very much alike- they had the same flaming red hair, freckles, and bright blue eyes. I smiled back.

Before I new it, we were in the air, and I was on my way to Forks. We'd been flying for a little over two hours, and I was now listening to my music. The piano playing in my ears was soothing to my nerves and allowed me to somewhat relax. Stacey was now sleeping with her head rested on her mother's arm, and her mother had snoozed off too. It was a lovely sight, seeing mother and daughter together, and I couldn't help but get slightly jealous.

My mother's name was Isabella Swan, more commonly known as Bella. Apparently, we looked very similar: we have the same heart-shaped face, pointed chin, and full lips. We also had the same eyes: wide and innocent, however the color differed. She had beautiful chocolate brown eyes, and mine are green. Not emerald, more of a peridot-so I'm told. Why do people always relate eyes to gemstones anyway?

At seventeen, my mother decided to go live with her father, or my Grandpa Charlie. While in Forks, she fell in love with my father, Edward Cullen. Grandma says that he was the most beautiful person she'd ever met. They were together for almost a year, but for some reason unknown, my father left Forks with his family and left my mother heartbroken and, to her surprise, pregnant with me. She moved to Jacksonville with Grandma, and Grandma helped her through the whole thing. Besides, my mom was only eighteen, and Grandma had my mother at the same age.

After a few weeks, they got a check in the mail from my father's adopted father, which I guess is my other grandfather. My mother knew my dad came from a very wealthy family, but I guess she didn't know the extent of it. My grandfather, Carlisle Cullen, left my mother three million dollars. He wrote a letter to go with it, saying that just because Edward and his family left didn't mean he personally didn't care for her. He said he knew she would use the money wisely, and hopes that they will meet again. He also mentioned that Edward had no idea that he sent this. Upon receiving this, my mother offered a third to Grandpa Charlie and a third to Grandma and Phil, but they both refused. So she put it into her own account, and prepared to give half to me once I was born.

I was born about a month early, on April 17th. My mother named me Elizabeth Alice Masen. Grandma said she had no idea where my name came from. She said Mom said that Alice was her best friend and Masen was the real last name of my father, Edward. Apparently, I'm named after his mother. With her newly acquired money (and mine), my mother rented out a nice house in northern California. She felt that it would be nice to start over in a new town. We lived just the two of us, with occasional visits from Grandma until I was almost three months. My mother finished her senior year through a special program that allowed her to be home with me. She finished it in a much shorter time than it would take in a real school.

Grandma always asked Mom why she didn't just buy the house, and Mom would always say that is was because she had a feeling we wouldn't live there long. Grandma said Mom always had "strange feelings" about things. Like my name. She had a "strange feeling" that I would end up looking very much like Edward's mother, and a "strange feeling" that I would end up being short, hyper, and addicted to shopping like Alice. The funny, and sad thing is, she was always right.

One day, Grandma came for a visit. Later that night, my mom went on a walk, and she never came back. The police said there was no sign of her body. They filed her under "Missing Persons", but after five years of searching, they declared her death. Grandma wished there was a way to tell my father, and his whole family, but there was no way of contact. Grandma took me back to live with her and Phil in Jacksonville. Surprisingly, my mother actually had a will, and she left me the rest of the money. So Grandma now had in her care a baby with a little fewer than three million dollars. Talk about strange. To Grandma's surprise, we got even more checks. We got one every year, the amount varying.

I know my mother is alive. I can feel it, it's hard to describe, but I am positive she's still here on this earth. That's why I've decided to spend the summer with Grandpa Charlie, so I can possibly find more information on her that will help us be reunited.

As for my father, Grandma says she doesn't believe he knows I exist. I don't even know what he looks like! No one has any pictures! Both Grandma and Grandpa Charlie tell me that I look like him to a great extent. They say we have the same perfectly angled features, the same thick, long, dark lashes, and the same strange bronze tinted hair, though they say mine is more of a "dark auburn red". Grandma always tells me of how he was very mysterious. She says I have some of the same unusualness that he did, like my walk. Apparently, we have the same unusually graceful stride, almost like a dance. Hopefully I can find information about him as well while in Forks.

There are a few features I have that Grandma says she has no idea where I got them from, like my hair color, for instance. Another strange feature I have is my eyes. Mom's were chocolate brown, and apparently my father's are golden. Mine are green, though Grandpa says I have the same gold shade he has mixed in with the green. My height seems to come from nowhere as well. My father is tall, around six-two, and my mother was five-four. I'm only a hair above five feet. Mom was right; I did end up as a shortie. Grandma said she remembers my mother saying that my father was adopted, so perhaps these features come from his biological family.

The piano started playing Clair de Lune, and slowly, I eased into a peaceful sleep, with a couple hours on the plane still left. The dreams started with this one. Never before have I felt something this real in my life.

I was in the passenger's seat of what seemed to be a rather old truck. The tan seats smelled faintly of tobacco, gasoline, and peppermint. The engine was noisy and there was an antique radio built in. What surprised me was the person driving. It was my mother, Bella Swan. She looked very nervous and let out an occasional sigh as she drove.

After driving on the highway for a while we turned on a smaller road. I looked out the window and saw a sign that read: Forks High School. It didn't look like a high school- it looked like a collection of matching houses, built with maroon-colored bricks. Mom parked in front of the first building, which had a small sign over the door reading FRONT OFFICE. She hopped out of the car, so I did too. She took a deep breath before opening the door.

Inside, it was brightly lit, and warm. The office was small; a little waiting area with padded folding chairs, orange-flecked commercial carpet, notices and awards cluttering the walls, a big clock ticking loudly. Plants grew everywhere in large plastic pots. The room was cut in half by a long counter, cluttered with wire baskets full of papers and brightly colored flyers taped to its front. There were three desks behind the counter, on of which was manned by a large, red-haired woman wearing glasses.

The red haired woman looked up. "Can I help you?"

"I'm Isabella Swan," my mother informed her. The lady's eyes lit with awareness.

"Of course," she said. She dug through a precariously stacked pile of documents on her desk till she found the ones she was looking for. "I have your schedule right here, and a map of the school." She brought several sheets to the counter to show my mom.

She went through Mom's classes for her, highlighting the best route to each on the map, and gave her a slip to have each teacher sign, which she was to bring back at the end of the day. She smiled at her and hoped that she would like it here in Forks. Mom smiled back, though I could tell she was thinking the opposite.

We got back in the truck, and other students were starting to arrive. Mom drove around the school, following the line of traffic. We parked in a lot full of older looking cars like the red truck we were in. I noticed a shiny Volvo in the lot. It stood out. Mom studied the map the red-haired lady gave her, obviously trying to memorize it. She stuffed everything in her bag, slung the strap over her shoulder, and sucked in a huge breath. She exhaled and we stepped out of the truck.

So this was my mom's first day at Forks High School. I could tell she was very nervous. Everyone stared and talked about her. She was got a lot of attention from the guys, particularly a black-haired boy.

"You're Isabella Swan, aren't you?" he asked.

"Bella," she corrected. Everyone within a three-seat radius turned and looked at her.

"Where's your next class?" he asked.

She checked in her bag. "Um, Government, with Jefferson, in building six."
"I'm headed toward building four, I could show you the way… I'm Eric."

"Thanks," Mom said.

They got their jackets and headed out into the rain, which had picked up.

"So, this is a lot different that Phoenix, huh?" he asked.

"Very," mom said.

"It doesn't rain much there, does it?"

"Three or four times a year."

"Wow, what must that be like?" he wondered.

"Sunny," she told him. Mom was funny.

"You don't look very tan."

"My mother is part albino." Ha! Good one, Mom.

Eric studied her face apprehensively, and she sighed. I guess he didn't catch the sarcasm.

They walked to the south buildings, and then he walked her right up to the door of building six.

"Well, good luck," he said. "Maybe we'll have some other classes together." He sounded hopeful.

Mom smiled at him vaguely and went inside.

The rest of the morning went by in about the same fashion. There was always someone that asked Mom about how her stay at Forks was going.

There was a girl named Jessica that sat next to her in both Trig and Spanish. She was short- about my height, maybe a bit taller, and had wildly curly dark hair. She walked Mom to the cafeteria, and they sat down with a bunch of her friends.

It was there in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven curious strangers, that my mother, and I, first saw them.

They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where we sat as possible in the long room. There were five of them. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them.

They didn't look anything alike. Of the three boys, one was big- muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blonde. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish than the others.

The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixielike, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.

And yet, they were all exactly alike. Every one of them was chalky pale- even paler than my mother! They all had very dark eyes, despite the range in hair tones. They also had dark shadows under their eyes. All their features were straight, perfect, and angular. Their faces, so different, yet so similar, were devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.

They were all looking away- away from each other, away from the other students, away from anything in particular. The small girl rose with her tray- unopened soda, unbitten apple- and walked away with the same graceful lope that Grandma tells me I have. She dumped her tray and glided through the back door.

Mom was amazed. She looked back at the others, who sat unchanging.

"Who are they?" she asked Jessica.

Jessica looked up to see who Mom was talking about, and suddenly he looked at her, the more boyish one. He looked at Jessica for just a fraction of a second, and then his dark eyes flickered to Mom's.

They both looked away quickly, he being the faster one. Jessica giggled in embarrassment, looking at the table.

"That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife."

Edward Cullen. EDWARD CULLEN? As in my father, Edward Cullen? I couldn't believe this. So this was my missing half of the family. It was Edward, and his brothers and sisters. I guess that made them my aunts and uncles.

"They are… very nice-looking." Mom suggested. Um, yeah!

"Yes!" Jessica agreed with another giggle. "They're all together though- Emmett and Rosalie, and Jasper and Alice, I mean. And they live together."

"Which ones are the Cullens?" Mom asked. "They don't look related…"

"Oh, they're not. Dr. Cullen is really young, in his twenties or early thirties. They're all adopted. The Hales are brother and sister, twins- the blondes- and they're foster children."

"They look a little too old for foster children."

"They are now, Jasper and Rosalie are both eighteen, but they've been with Mrs. Cullen since they were eight. She's their aunt or something like that."

"That's really kind of nice- for them to take care of all those kids like that, when they're so young and everything."

"I guess so," Jessica admitted.

"Have they always lived in Forks?" Mom asked after a while.

"No," Jessica said. "They just moved down two years ago from somewhere in Alaska."

Mom looked at the boyish one again. He was staring at her curiously.

"Which is the boy with the reddish brown hair?" she asked, peeking over her shoulder at him again. He was still staring at her, but now he looked slightly frustrated.

"That's Edward. He's gorgeous of course, but don't waste your time. He doesn't date. Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him." Jessica sniffed.

So that one was my Edward, my father. I should've guessed- we have the same strange hair color. Grandma was right. We do look alike!

How strange it was to be sitting in the Forks lunchroom, seeing my father for the first time, seeing my mom alive, to hear her voice, experience her first day here with her…

"Ewizabef! Ewizabef!" My eyes flew open as I heard little Stacey's voice. I pulled out my ear buds.

"What?"

"Did you hear dat? Dey just said dat we're gonna land soon! You gotta put seatbelt back on!"

"Okay, okay, I'm putting it on. See? All better now." She beamed up and me and started talking with her mother again.

After landing in Seattle, I had to pee, really bad. I only had a little while before to next flight to Port Angeles, so after using the lady's room, I ran to the boarding station. On my way, I ran straight into a man and fell backwards. There goes the whole "walking with grace" thing. I rubbed my head. He was hard. He offered me a pale hand and I took it. Wow! His hand was cold. Like ice.

"I'm so sorry dear, are you alright?" he asked in a slightly British accent. I looked up at him.

He was tall, a little over six feet, and looked very young, definitely no older than twenty-five. He had smooth blonde hair, and beautiful golden eyes.

"Yes, I'm okay, it was my fault really, but thank you." I said apologetically. He stared at me strangely, as if he recognized me or something. He snapped out of it shaking his head a bit. I thought I heard him whisper, "it can't be," but I could be wrong.

A lady much taller than me took his hand. "Ready dear? Don't want to miss the flight…" She had the same pale skin and the same golden eyes, though hers were a darker- more of a butterscotch. Her hair was caramel colored and wavy. The matching rings on their fingers told me they were married.

"Yes, of course," he said, but still looking at me strangely. His wife didn't notice. Together, they walked unusually gracefully to the same boarding station that I was headed. I followed, with almost equal grace.

This flight was a quick one- only an hour. I didn't see that strange man or his wife. I spent the whole time thinking about the dream I had. It had felt so real. I am very sure that what I saw was true. That it actually happened.

Grandma was right, my dad was mysterious. His whole family was. Their pale skin, and dark eyes, unnatural grace, perfect faces...now that I thought about it…the man and his wife that I saw were exactly the same. And here they were, on the plane, going to Port Angeles. What a coincidence it would be if they ended up residing in Forks as well.

Something was fishy about this place. I was determined to find the secret behind my father's family, and my mother's disappearance. Somehow, I felt that the two were related.

The plane landed and I looked out the window. It was raining. Darn. And I left my jacket in my suitcase. I exited the plane and when in the airport saw the man and his wife getting their luggage and leaving very quickly.

I scanned my surroundings and found exactly what I was waiting for. Grandpa Charlie was waiting for me with open arms. I smiled and ran toward him thinking: here I come Forks, here I come.

So that's Chapter One! I really do hope you liked it!

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Oh, and I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors—I thought I got them all, but there's always some that I missed!

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I lied! One more thing! I put a link in my profile so you can see Liz's hair color and eye color.

Now that's it!