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Chapter One

I had never really given much thought to how I would die, but now as I stared death in the face, I realised that this single moment is what my whole life had been leading up to.

Before I begin, I should explain that I am ordinary. Completely. Nothing special. Certainly not remarkable. That is, up until a few months ago when something happened that would change my life forever.

I had been a student in London, England, studying for a degree in Acting at one of the most prestigious Drama schools in the country. I had a steady part-time job working as a waitress in a restaurant, and was currently living in student digs that the school had provided - God knows, it was expensive to live in London. I had just finished a double shift at the restaurant and was dying to go home and put my feet up. I remember putting my coat on and saying goodbye to the other waitresses. That's when it happened. The moment my life changed irrevocably.

As I had turned to open the restaurant door, a man walked in. He was an older man; tall, blond and I couldn't help noticing - good-looking. He was dressed in dress trousers and a white button down shirt, and a dark jacket. His eyes flickered over the other girls and finally came to rest on me, standing by the door. I smiled shyly at him.

"I'm sorry sir, but we're closed for the night," I said, still smiling at him. "However, I would be happy to recommend another restaurant to you."

"No." He said. "That will not be necessary. I came to speak with a Miss Amy Knight. I was told that she would be here. Do you know where I can find her?"

I blinked. "Yes, that's me." I looked at him in confusion. "Is something wrong? Is it my parents?"

"Ah. Very Good. No, there is nothing wrong with your parents." He glanced at the others watching us curiously and looked back at me. "If I may speak with you privately, Miss Knight, there is a matter of grave importance, which I must discuss with you at once."

I looked back at him bewildered. What was going on? Surely something must have happened to my family. And what was he talking about 'a matter of grave importance'? I nodded silently, waiting for him to continue.

"Is there anywhere we could go to discuss this?" He asked looking back at my colleagues.

"I'm sorry, but who are you exactly?" I countered his question with one of my own. At this he blinked and then smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Ah, forgive me, my appalling manners. My name is Alexander Rochester." He held out his hand to me to be shaken. I stared at it in confusion, trying to see if I could place the name. I came up blank.

He slowly withdrew his hand and looked about him cautiously. The other girls were still here.

"I'm sorry, but I really must insist. Could we take this discussion somewhere a bit more private? I promise I will explain everything, but this is no place for what I am about to tell you."

"I don't trust you," I said glancing up at him. I may have only been in London a few months, but I knew there was no way I was going anywhere with someone I barely knew.

"As well you should not." He smiled then. "A wise choice. In that case, may I ask if your companions would give us a few moments alone? I will not harm you." And for some inexplicable reason, I believed him.

"Amy?" Sarah, my boss asked me. I looked over at her and nodded my acquiescence.

"Alright. But call me as soon as you're done here. I'll be in the office cashing up." She looked back at Mr Rochester and spoke directly to him. "If anything happens to her, I'll be kicking your arse."

Rochester smiled widely and tilted his head in acknowledgement of her words. "Right you lot." She said, turning her glare on the other waitresses. "Haven't you got homes to go to?"

They nodded and began leaving via the still-open front door, calling goodbyes to me as they went. Sarah watched them leave and then glared at Rochester one last time before bestowing a reassuring smile upon me and left to go upstairs to the office.

At last alone, Rochester shrugged out of his coat and draped it over a nearby chair and sat down at the table. I shook my head, still wondering what on earth had just happened, when he looked at me.

"I suppose you are wondering who I am." He said. I nodded mutely. "You, of course, know my name, but not what I do. Who I represent." He studied me for several seconds. When he didn't continue I asked "Well? Who do you represent?"

"The Powers." He replied still gazing at me unblinkingly.

"Powers?" I asked momentarily confused.

"The Powers That Be. Essentially supernatural beings that watch and balance the world between good and evil. And occasionally deign to lead a hand. I am a messenger, sent to you to inform you of your destiny."

I stared at him in complete disbelief. Surely he was insane?

"Excuse me? My destiny?" I questioned.

"Yes, your destiny. You see you are very important."

"Me? Important?" I looked at him wondering if I should call Sarah back. This man had clearly lost his mind.

"Yes. You see there are things in this world that are not altogether natural. Some of them supernatural. I assume you know of vampires and werewolves and demons?" he asked me.

"Yes." I replied. "But they are all myths. Not real."

"They are not. They live among us. Existing, as they must, feeding, as they must. How do you suppose the myths and stories began?"

What the hell? This is the important information he wanted me to know? That I am 'important' and that there vampires and things out there. Sure. As if I would ever believe that one.

"I'm sorry, you seem very nice." I began gently. "But I think you're crazy." I turned to go, assuming the conversation to be over.

He laughed. "That is what I told the messenger who told me this story. Fortunately I have only one part to play in your destiny. I was told to give you this message and to train you."

"And the message was that there are vampires around?" I asked turning back to him, looking skeptical.

Rochester shook his head. Apparently there was more to the story. He gestured to the seat in front of him and told me to sit down. I did.

"As I said there are vampires around and that you are important. You are important to one particular vampire. Are you familiar with a town named Forks, located in the Olympic Peninsula of Washington?"

Now that question I certainly had not been expecting. My geography was tenuous at best, downright awful at worst. The one thing I did know was Washington was located somewhere in America.

"I've heard of Washington certainly. But of Forks? I can't say. Doesn't ring a bell."

He sighed and then began speaking again. "Forks is a small town. Only 3.000 people or so. And is almost constantly under a cover of clouds and rainfall."

"Rather like London, then." I interrupted.

"Quite. There is coven of vampires. But these are quite different from others of their kind. They are golden-eyed for-"

"Golden-eyed?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes. Now do stop interrupting!"

"Sorry."

"Hmm. Where was I? Oh yes. They are golden-eyed because they feed only on the blood of animals. They consider themselves family. They are not the only ones of their kind to choose this lifestyle – there is another coven in Denali. There is one vampire in Forks, his name is Edward Cullen. He is the one who you are important to."

"Now when you say important to…?" I trailed off.

"I mean that you will become his friend and ally. You will him set on the path of Good and allow him to become a warrior for the Powers that Be. You will also endeavour to find his mate and make sure that they are together at the appropriate moment in time." Rochester looked steadily at me. "I would like you to travel to Forks and under the cover of a normal 17 year old girl, enrol at the local high school."

I stared at him in astonishment. "You want me to what?" This conservation had just turned from strange to downright bizarre. Of all the things that I had expected tonight, this was the last thing that had ever crossed my mind.

"Pretend to be a normal high school girl and try to befriend Edward Cullen. Find his mate and get her together with him." Rochester looked at me like what he had just suggested was the most normal thing in the world. And what was worse? I was beginning to like the idea. Normally I am a very level-headed sort of person, but what Rochester had asked me to do not only seemed incredibly stupid, crazy and completely wrong, but the idea was…kind of…fun. Something I had been looking for my entire life. The chance to have an adventure, and this one just beckoned me to take it with both hands. I only foresaw two problems – my family and my age. Sure I could pass for being seventeen as I was only 5" tall, but my driver's license and passport both said I was 20. As for my parents, what would I tell them? That I was going to drop out of drama school in order to commence a trip to America, to find a vampire I have never met, a mate and turn him into a warrior for good because it was my destiny? Sure, I could see that going down well. I shook my head to clear away the unnecessary thoughts.

"Suppose I agreed to this harebrained scheme of yours, what do we tell my parents? And my passport and drivers license both say I'm 20." I leaned forward slightly to hear his answer. He leaned forward also. "Do students not travel the world?" he asked seriously, looking me straight in the eye. I stared at him in surprise for a second before bursting into laughter. He grinned back at me, chuckling as well. I looked down at the table for second. "As for the license and passport, we could always get you a new one." At that I grew still. A new me? Was that even possible? Could I become someone completely different in order to complete my destiny?

"Would I have to change my name?" I asked quietly. "No." Rochester told me gently. "You can still be Amy Knight. Just 17 years old." I turned over the pros and cons in my mind. On the one hand I could continue as I was. Or I could begin a new life in America following my so-called destiny and possibly living a lifetime full of adventure. I had to admit to myself I wanted this. My whole being craved for it. And I realised once I gave my answer there would be no going back. My mind made up, I lifted my head and looked Rochester straight in the eye.

"Well, I guess I'm going to America then."