Disclaimer for the entire story:

I do not own any of Stephanie Meyer's characters. She is the genius behind all of it! Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn references may be used, but I do not take credit for any of it!

Here is the scoop:

*It is two new characters so you have to get to know them a bit before it gets down to business!

*You have to stick it out for a few chapters to get to the Cullens! And later on…Edward will have a bigger part. I promise. :)

*Original parings for the most part. And I try to keep them all of Stephanie Meyers' characters in character as much as possible. Although, I am not her so don't judge me! :P

*There will be werewolves too…just be patient!

*Romance and Danger…and some fluff! Hehe.

*Oh! The chapters alternate POV's! All odd chapters are in Silver's POV, all even chapters are in Devan's POV!

*They start out young….but not to fear, they age swiftly and romance will bloom in places it should not bloom! ;)

*Please give it a chance. :)

I hope I have not given too much away! ;)

Summary:

Silver and Devan are not your average girls. They have very interesting talents that lead them to seek out their long lost family member. They are shocked to find that their relative has not changed much in 100 years.


Chapter 1 - Silver

Silver's POV:

We were finally making progress. The visions were becoming clearer now so we were having an easier time figuring out our next move. My sister was not very good at interpreting her visions. She had spent years suppressing her so-called skill. She only caught glimpses of things on occasion now. And not always when she planned to. Still, it was a useful skill to have.

My skill was useful too. It only took a matter or seconds and I could learn so much about someone. I could see into their past and get an idea of their character with one quick glance. The only problem was that my talent wasn't always reliable either. Sometimes when I wanted to see something, I couldn't make it happen. It was like getting a block. I was getting a lot better at deciphering what I saw now. It was harder for Devan, but the future was not always as easy to read as the past.

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My name is Silver Marie Dawson. I am 12 years old. I grew up in Australia until I was 6, and then my parents moved my sister and me to London, England so we could be closer to my ailing grandmother. My parents died in a skiing accident a few years ago. My grandmother was good to keep us, but she was not as accepting of our 'talents' and she sent Devan and me to therapist after therapist until we lied and agreed that we had made it all up. I got used to pretending I was normal.

I think Devan had a harder time suppressing her visions. If she saw something bad about to happen to someone, she wanted to help. I got that. But it was not safe to get caught and have to explain how we knew the future. We stuck together though. That was what being twin sisters is all about.

My grandmother knew, deep down, that we were different. It scared her. I did some prying and found out that my grandmother's sister had been sent to an asylum back at the beginning of the 20th century. Grandmother had only been a small child and her sister a teen, but bringing up the topic of her sister made my grandmother visibly upset.

Devan discovered a box of old photographs in the attic and stolen a few of grandmother and her older sister. On the back of one it read, 'Mary Alice and Cynthia Lynn, 1910'. My grandmother was a baby and Mary Alice was about 10. She was tiny, like me and in the fog of the old photo it almost looked like me too. I shuttered at the coincidence. Devan noticed the resemblance as well. She figures that is another reason grandmother doesn't like us very much. We remind her of her sister. The other picture was a portrait of Mary Alice. It was dated '1914'. It was the oldest picture of her I could find. She had black hair and light eyes. It was hard to tell. The photograph was in black and white. I decided to ask for more details.

My grandmother was getting so forgetful and the dementia was getting worse. She was more willing to share stories from her past so long as I choose the right time to ask. One evening she shared with Devan and me that Mary Alice had been placed in the Asylum for seeing visions of the future. I tried to remain calm. It was too close for comfort. Devan gulped at the word asylum too. When I asked about her now, grandmother shrugged and said wistfully, "No one knows…she vanished in 1918,"

'What?' I thought. How does someone just vanish? Devan's facial expression showed her shock. Grandmother was tired and waved us off. That was the last time we spoke to her. In the middle of the night she passed away at the age of 99. No one was surprised. To live to that age is an accomplishment and we all knew it would have to happen sometime. I was sad, but my grandmother had been unhappy for years so it was easier to say goodbye to her than my parents. The thought of them brought back tears.

That night I had such vivid dreams. They were of Mary Alice. She looked just as she had in the photos. And when I woke, Devan was already sitting up in bed and shared with me her dreams. They were of Mary Alice as well. Only it was set in more present times. I thought it was kind of strange that we were both dreaming of our Great Aunt, but I shrugged it off. Devan accepted my explanation that it was just a dream, not a vision.

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The week prior to my grandmother's funeral was dreary. Arrangements were being made for us to stay with some cousin's we had never met. Devan's visions grew more clear and closer together. She was seeing glimpses of Mary Alice a lot more often now. And that was strange, because she was dead. I was the one who saw moments from the past. And even stranger was that both Devan and my talent worked best if we knew the person we were seeing or they were nearby.

Then Devan came to me with one of her drawings. It was a road sign. A road sign for the town, Forks. After a bit of research we learned it was a town in the USA. And for some reason, the more we looked into it, the more I was certain we were meant to go there. Devan needed more proof before she let me lead her astray.

Then, the night before my grandmother's funeral, Devan woke me. She had such a clear vision of the two of us getting out of a yellow #64 cabby in the forest town of Forks. My mind was made up! She agreed to my plan. That was always how it was. She saw the future, but I made the future plans.

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So, now we were on the run. We had taken off the night after the funeral. Devan wasn't sure, but she couldn't see anyone following us. The Police had our picture out and they had already searched many parts of London for us. However, they would not find us there. We were on a flight to the USA. We had been once before on a trip to Disneyland. So, lucky for us we had passports already. We had gotten away just in time. I was pretty sure the airport in London had our picture by now.

We were lucky that we had our visions. I was able to dodge a few people that I could see had sketchy pasts and Devan could tell if they were about to question us about traveling alone. When we got to Los Angeles, I persuaded Devan to help win us some money. She went and picked up the one ticket she knew we would need. Not too much of a win that the store wouldn't have the money on hand, but enough that we could use it for a while. I took the ticket from her and worked on cashing the ticket.

"Excuse me, sir?" I asked politely. The scruffy man looked at me with a scowl. I hoped he was as down on his luck as I had seen. Or this wouldn't work.

"Ya?" He answered rudely. Devan stayed quiet behind me.

"Well…I need a bit of help and I thought you might be willing to--"

"Look here…I don't have any money if that is what you are after,"

"No sir, actually…I was wondering if you would do me a favor. I have won some money on a scratch ticket and I am too young to cash it," I told him. His eyes grew wide and I knew I had his attention, "If you cash it for me I would be willing to split it 50/50 with you,"

"You are lying,"

"No, sir. I am not. Please, I really need the money and I would be very grateful for your help,"

"No lies?" he questioned as I held up the ticket. He was not a bad man. I could see that. He had lost his job a few months ago and was having a hard time giving up alcohol. I tried not to judge him.

"No, sir. All you need is photo ID and to answer this skill question and sign for it,"

"Uh," he thought out loud. I looked at the skill question to give him the answer. It was kind all over the place.

"The answer is 57," Devan piped up. She was the brainy one, no doubt. However, with more time I could have come to the answer too.

"What do you say? Do we have a deal?"

"I guess so…" He said, but he hesitated a little. I gave him the ticket and trusted he would do as I asked. Devan knew what I was thinking and she nodded. I guess she could see this working out. That made me relax a bit. He went into the store and 15 minutes later he returned with a wad of cash.

"Thank you sir," I gleamed. I handed him 1000 dollars. He looked at it with pure shock and a bit of guilt. I shoved mine into my shoulder bag and thanked him again. I started to walk away.

"Hey, kid?"

"Ya?" I responded and turned my head.

"You ok?"

"Yes, Sir. We are going to be just fine. Have a nice day," I said with a smile and Devan and I took off.

Devan was hungry so we made our way to the nearest mall to get something to eat and to buy some new clothing. We hadn't brought much with us. All we had was the clothing on our backs and each a bag with some essentials in it. My shoulder bag held my sketchbook, a toothbrush, wallet, passport, my favorite blood red nail polish, lip-gloss, and my mp3 player and charger. Devan had the exact same items minus the make up.

Devan was not into the shopping like I was. I really enjoyed dressing up and putting outfits together. Devan dressed in what was comfortable and subtle. She hated sticking out in a crowd. I didn't mind so much. I knew we were never going to be like everyone else so I cheerfully went on with my life. Devan was quiet. She kept to herself a lot. Even though we got on each other's nerves sometimes because of our different personalities, we were best friends. I was so glad not to be alone on this journey. She felt the same way, I am sure.

After eating and changing into our new clothing we got a bus ticket to Seattle. I knew it would be a long trip, so I bought some granola bars and an apple for the road. We got lucky and sat next to an older lady who didn't ask questions. She fell asleep as soon as we left Los Angeles. The batteries died on my mp3 player after a few hours and I was so bored. I looked over at Devan to see if I could steal her player. She was busy drawing so I snuck it out of her bag. I continued to draw in my sketchbook.

The things I had been seeing most were mostly of Mary Alice so I drew a portrait of how I saw her. I was not a great artist, but since I had not been allowed to share my visions with anyone in the last few years I had taken to drawing them out. Devan had always liked to draw and she had been sketching her visions of the future for a lot longer than I had been drawing. She was very good. When she wasn't looking I snuck a peek at her sketchbook.

There were a few of Mary Alice. I frowned as I noticed how much more detailed and precise her drawings were. It made mine looked like a cartoon almost. The last drawing was of a house. It was a beautiful, white house with a long driveway and trees surrounding it on every side.


Next chapter is from Devan's POV. Please read on to get to the Cullen Family Story! :D