Okay the rules for you and me.

1. Please review, short or not it is my my motivation. Without reviews, I might stop.

2. For every short chapter, I usually make sure the second one is a lot longer.

3. I kinda like forbidden love.

4. I do not own Jacob, Bella or Edward- if I owned Edward Cullen, I would be over the moon... although my body looks like I should be a cullen at this moment of time.

5. This prologue is short as it is an intro to the story. Reviews still appreciated.


I'm Taylor Black. I'm about 5ft7 and have curly brunette hair. My eyes are also dark brown, and my skin is deathly pale. I'm seventeen years old, and have just became a senior.

My mom is Bella Swan, and my dad is Jacob Black. In winter, my hair does darken to nearly my dad's hair colour, but otherwise, I really take after my mom.

I live in La Push, which is about twenty minutes drive from Forks, Washington, where I go to High School. I'm trying out for the cheerleading squad tomorrow.

I've been dancing for as long as I remember; I'm a little more agile than my mother.

Oh, and one more thing. My dad's a werewolf.

"Edward! No!" I heard my mom cry in her sleep. It was the third time that week. Dad was away on 'business', in Seattle, and I didn't plan on telling him my mother had been crying out for another man.

I walked into her room, not ignoring her cry as I had done before. This time I sat on the bed next to her. "Mom, who's Edward?"

"Edward! Please! I want to be a vampire too!" She screamed again. "Nooo!"

She sat up in bed, her forehead damp with sweat.

"It was just a dream." I told her, lying her back down. Who knew I was going to have to look after my mother? It was meant to be the other way around.

"It seemed so real." She croaked, frowning when she realised it was only 2am.

"I know." I sighed. "Just get some more sleep, okay? And no more nightmares!"

I didn't want to confront her about the 'Edward' situation tonight. Vampires? And I thought being half-werewolf was complicated enough! I climbed back into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I pulled up into the school parking lot on my red motorbike; my mom and dad had built it together as part of a team project. It was sickeningly sweet.

"Taylor! I missed you!" Bethany shrieked, running over and launching herself on me.

"I saw you Friday.. it's our first week back at School, Em!" I giggled as my friend flattened her straight blonde hair.

"But you were too busy rehearsing for try-outs all weekend." She frowned as we walked to our first class; the only lesson we didn't have together was English.

"I'm sorry, but it's really important.. and I've only got one shot!"

We sat down in our usual seats in Biology. To my surprise, the usually empty seat next to me was taken.

"Who's the new guy?" I whispered to Beth.

She frowned. "Don't think about it."

"What?" I giggled, blushing, before looking back to the new boy.

His hair was copper-brown and stood out against his pale skin. His eyes were so dark that I couldn't see where the isis ended and the pupil began. His lips were pink, contrasting with his skin, and he had faint dark rings under his eyes. Despite that, he was the most gorgeous boy I had ever seen. He had muscles which stood out under his shirt, and there was something about him that made him.. beautiful.

"That." She rolled her eyes. "Idiot, he's a Cullen!"


I remembered the day the Cullens had moved here. They always were perfectly dressed, as if they were models straight out of a GAP catalogue. They were all pale skinned, with pink lips, although their eyes were different. Elizabeth had cold blue eyes and her boyfriend, Marcus, had eyes jade green. They had always sat in the middle of the cafeteria, but on a table on their own. No one approached them or even looked at them for that matter. The only people visible to themselves were each other.

And now there was a third one, who was even more attractive than the older two.

"I've never understood the Cullens." I sighed, twirling a curl around my finger.

"Who has?"

The teacher entered the room and the class became silent. He put on a movie about stem cell research, but I wasn't paying attention. I sat, fascinated by the boy opposite me. He looked like an angel. His head turned to face me, so my eyes immediately shot to the front of the class. Who knew I had such reflexes?

When he glanced away, I eyed his book to figure out his name.

Blake Cullen was scrawled in fancy, script hand-writing; it was just as perfect as his looks.

Bethany nudged me. "Tay, do you know what you're getting yourself into?"

"I'm not scared of a little danger." The corner of my lips turned upwards into a smile.

I looked over at Blake, smiling at him, but he didn't appear to be paying attention. He was glaring at the TV, his teeth gritted. He looked a cross between angry and sick.

I ignored the rat being disected on the television and fiddled around with the scapel that was on our desks; yes, we were going to be disecting an animal that lesson too.

"Shit." I hissed, looking at my finger. Blood quickly began to seep out of the wound, dripping onto the table.

Blake's nostrils flared and he looked over at me, before storming out of the classroom.

Looks like someone was a little afraid of blood.