A/N This is my first attempt at writing. While all comments and criticisms are welcome, please be nice. I'm writing this for me, and no, I don't know where it's going. So, I can't answer questions just yet. Updates will be as soon as I can get them done. It could only be a very short 3 or 4 chapters, or it could be longer.

I am British, so you may find that I use some British slang or terminology that is slightly different to what you either know or are used to. Please feel free to ask me to clarify anything for you.

I would like to thank Luna Luce, hapakids and Dinia Steel for pre-reading for me and flamingpen18 for her beta work. She makes sure this is understandable.

I own nothing. This all belongs to Ms. Meyer.

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EPOV

I have always loved to read, but never believed that the creatures I read about were real. It just goes to show you that all the old wives tales and stories that you were told as a child have a base in truth and fact. Some of them even give you the basics for your survival, if you pay close enough attention. I'm lucky I listened, remembered, and learned.

Who knows what would have happened if I hadn't. I do. I wouldn't be here, and you wouldn't be learning the truth. You just have to pay attention to the world around you, and if you are open minded enough, you will believe me. If you are, then I pray you continue and remember what I relay to you. If not, I hope you still read this and try to remember it just in case you are ever in my place and find that we should have believed.

As a child, while being put to bed, our Grandma always told us the old tales her Grandma told her. I loved listening to the stories of faeries, werewolves, shape shifters, and of course, vampyres. She would tell us that in America there were native tribes that could shift into wolves, coyotes and bears and protect the tribe from the "cold ones" as they called them.

She told us about the faeries that would steal your voice, if it was sweeter than theirs, or if you had better musical abilities than they did. They would look for a way to steal you away from your family. She told us of the tales from the ones they tried to steal who got away. She would always say it would help us remember how to protect ourselves from them. We just thought they were stories to get us to go to sleep quickly and quietly for her.

Well, I learned that paying attention to Grandma was always the right thing to do. Unfortunately for me, it was the hard way. I became the object of obsession for the worst of the lot. I became the mate of a vampyre.

I had lived with my Mum and Grandma from two years old, because my Dad was in the army, and Mum didn't want us to be forever moving around and having to make new friends. She said it wasn't fair to us, and we should be able to have a normal childhood.

Ali and I loved her for that, but she struggled being away from Dad all the time. It got better for her, once we were sent away to boarding school. This allowed our Mum more free time. It enabled her able to spend term time with Dad, if he wasn't posted. He always tried to take his leave around the holidays so we were together as a family.

Our lives rolled along like this, until Grandma died when Ali and I were 17. We had to say goodbye to our childhood home. It was just too big for Mum to cope with on her own. It was really old and had been in the family since it was built. She also just wanted to be closer to Dad on base.

At the same time this was happening, Dad was posted abroad. The decision was made that Mum would go with him, while Ali and I stayed at school and took our exams. We were then going to go to University and start on our degrees. I had been accepted to study medicine and Ali was going to study to become an art teacher . Our holidays that year were longer than normal due to our exams finishing up, before the end of the school year.

Ali and I turned 18 just before we completed our exams, and as a birthday gift ,Mum and Dad sent us on a holiday to America to visit our Great Aunt and Uncle who have lived there for over 50 years . We were to give Grandma's family Bible to them, so that they could complete their side of our family tree. Gran had always said that knowing where you genes came from was important.

This is where it all started to go downhill for me. I did not discover for several months.

We arrived at Aunt Esme and Uncle Carlisle's late in the evening. So, we were unaware of how strange things were. We should have known something was off when we gave the address to the taxi driver, and he asked us if we were sure we wanted to go to that address.

Have you ever known a cab driver to ask a question like that? I haven't. Usually, they just drive you to your destination. You pay your fee, and they'd leave. I showed him the letter we had received from them, and said that this was where we needed to go.

So, we arrived there with a very reluctant taxi driver and a strange feeling in our stomachs. We were welcomed by a couple who looked too young to be our Great Aunt and Uncle, even though they told us they were. I mean these people looked younger than Mum and Dad, and they were supposed to be in their sixties.

We were shown to our rooms and left to get settled in. They told us that the rest of the family would be home soon. We could either meet them when they arrived or wait until the following morning, whichever we preferred.

Ali, being Ali, decided that we had to meet them as soon as they got home. I, on the other hand, was not so sure. I had a strange feeling that something wasn't right. But, who am I to argue with my beloved sister, when she's in full Alice mode.

I should describe Alice mode, so that you understand it. Try to imagine a two year old in full temper tantrum but with puppy dog eyes and a sweet pout added in to it. It only ends up with me getting a verbal beating, and us not speaking to one another for days on end. That would not make a good holiday.

The only person who ever talked Ali into understanding someone else's point of view was Grandma, and that was only because she was just as stubborn. She would tell Ali, "I have been there, done that, and never bloody mind who wore the tee shirt. I designed it pet, so don't start that with me!" What child is going to argue with that kind of logic? Especially when she her logic was "I'm more stubborn than you and I'll prove it". She quite often did as well.

So, here we are sitting in a stranger's living room, waiting for their family to return from who knows where, just to be introduced to them. When I thought about it, I realised that these people would be as old as Mum and Dad. Why Ali couldn't wait, I'll never know. It just seems so stupid to me that she insisted we meet them straight away, when all I wanted to do was go to bed and sleep. I hate travelling. It just makes me feel tired and irritable. So, when I feel like this, I prefer to lay down and rest. But, my lovely twin wants to meet the rest of the family. I'm not allowed to sleep, because she wants me to be there with her ! She is, by far, the by most selfish person I know .

As I sat there pondering this new information my brain had decided to throw at me, three of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, walked into the room, only to be introduced to us as my Mum's cousins. Once again, I noticed that they looked really young, like just a few years older than Ali and I, and it set my teeth on edge.

It was Uncle Carlisle who spoke. "Edward , Alice, I would like to introduce you to my children. This is Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper. Emmett is the dark haired one, and the blondes are Rosalie and Jasper. I would like you all to welcome my great niece and nephew, Alice and Edward "

Ali, being her usual vibrant self, bounce up and greeted everyone with a hug and a squeal. "Nice to meet you all," she announces. While I just give a small wave and say, "It's nice of you to invite us into your home."

I felt very awkward and a little on edge, sitting in a room full of strangers. Strangers, who for some reason that I don't understand, have my fight or flight instinct kicking into overdrive. All of a sudden, I feel this unnatural sense of calm settle over me, and I can't work out why. So, I ask to be excused, stating that I needed to sleep.

The next morning, I awake to the sound of Ali laughing with someone and a very loud bang from one of the rooms. I got out of bed and went looking for Ali. I was hoping that nothing was wrong, but if there was, why would she be laughing? It took a while, but I found her in one of the bedrooms with a dark haired young woman, who looked just as enchanting as everyone else we had met here.

She introduced herself as Bella, a "school friend" of my cousins. But, when I asked where they were, she was unable to tell me. I thought that was strange. Why go to visit a friend and not actually see them or know where they are. I took my leave from them and went in search of Great Aunt Esme.

Ali had told me Uncle Carlisle had left for work already, due to having to work the early shift at the hospital. I found Aunt Esme in the garden, even though it was a cloudy overcast day. Aunt Esme turned to greet me as I approached her. I noticed she was not alone. She was accompanied by Jasper.

He was an extremely handsome young man. He had blonde wavy hair that fell just below his jaw. He wore jeans that seemed to be moulded to him and a plain white tee-shirt that showed a well sculpted chest. In a away, I was sure that I had never noticed it before. He was speaking to Aunt Esme in a very low voice, almost too low to hear.

I approached them slowly, as I felt as if I was intruding upon their private conversation. Jasper turned towards me and addressed my approach.

"Good Morning, Edward. Did you sleep well?"

"I did. Thank you. It is very quiet here, even now."

"Edward, what can I do for you this morning ?" Aunt Esme asked.

"I was wondering if it would be acceptable for me to walk into town and pick up some gifts to send home for my Mum?"

"Oh, darling, that is fine, but please take one of the kids with you. There are some very strange locals who take issue with visitors. But, they would leave you alone if you are with one of us"

"I will go with you, Edward,"" Jasper offers quickly.

"Oh, no, it's ok. I would not want to disturb your day, and you're busy helping Aunt Esme. I will just wait until someone is going and join them"

I looked at Jasper just in time to see a look of pain and hurt cross his face. This was something that felt wrong, and I wanted to hug him and tell him not to be sad or feel hurt. He quickly recovered.

"It's no problem. I was going to go anyway. I need to visit the bookstore. I want to find out if my order has arrived."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel like you have to break your plans just to entertain me and my request, Jasper. I can wait. It's not as though I'm in a hurry. We have only just arrived, and Mum wouldn't expect me to rush you all to suit my needs."

" It would be my pleasure. I promise you," Jasper replies, with an almost heartbreakingly wide smile gracing his beautiful face. Where are these thoughts and feeling coming from? Why do I find him beautiful. He turns to give Aunt Esme a hug and whisper something to her. I only caught the word "my mate" as he spoke too quickly and quietly.

As we walked back towards the house,Jasper became very quiet, which I was thankful for. I was trying to understand where my feelings towards him came from. I had never felt this way toward another man before, and it was slightly unsettling. In fact, I had never felt so strongly for any of my past girlfriends either. I needed to talk with Ali and try and sort this out. It was not right to feel like this, after only having a very short conversation with someone. I feel as if my world would stop, and my life would be worthless, if anything happened to Jasper.