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A/N: In regards to the story; Grayson & Miranda Gilbert drove off Wickery Bridge and died on April 2nd, 2009 & NOT May 23rd, like canon.

Quinn & Elena Gilbert are twins, both played by Nina Dobrev, except Quinn has sky blue eyes.

Chapter 1:

April, 2009;

Quinn groaned when she noticed the fuel gauge was nearly empty. She had been driving nonstop since her parents' funeral from Virginia, Mystic Falls to New York and she still had over an hour left before finally reaching her destination.

Stopping by the gas station, Quinn bought a packet of gum, a can of Red Bull – she needed her energy after all, it was already after midnight and she couldn't risk falling asleep on the steering wheel, and a bag of Doritos. Quinn began fuming when she noticed the cashier had all but disappeared.

"Hello?" when no one answered, Quinn rolled her sky blue eyes and growled lowly in her throat. "This is seriously horrible customer service! What the hell-"

She suppressed the bloodcurdling scream that threatened to erupt from her mouth when she found a blonde girl with deadened black eyes lying on the floor behind the counter in a puddle of her own blood. Her face was frozen with fear and her neck ripped apart gruesomely.

"She's not going to help you," an amused voice spoke up from behind her. Quinn whirled around so fast, she risked whiplash and stared horror-struck at the man. He had black shaggy hair, a cleanly shaven beard and brown eyes. But what stuck out the most was his chin – it was coated with blood.

"What are you?" Quinn snapped, refusing to cower by this man. Let it be known, Quinn Gilbert was immensely brave and refused to be intimidated by anyone, even when she was facing death and monsters written off as stories and nothing but fiction.

The man cocked his head to the side, amusement lighting his features, "You're not scared?" the question was mostly murmured to himself. Scoffing, Quinn crossed her arms together and mocked him, "Should I be?"

The man straightened up, gathering his senses and said in a threatening growl, "You should be, little girl," and right before her very eyes, his brown orbs turned red, veined lines began appearing under his eyelids and fangs protruded from his mouth.

Quinn's eyes widened, and her hands began reaching out from behind her back for anything that could be used as a weapon, but before the man took a step towards her, a loud crack emanated around the shop and the man fell down with a loud thump – his neck had been snapped.

Standing behind the man, over his body was a beautiful woman who looked like –

"Elena?!" Quinn gaped in shock. All the rage she had stored inside towards her twin sister and all the hidden hatred threatened to consume her, and Quinn forgot about the dead body of the cashier behind her, she forgot about the strange man who nearly killed her and instead, glared at her sister with malice, "What the fuck are you doing here? Are you following me?"

A smirk curled on her lips, making her look extremely un-Elena like. In her shock and anger, Quinn also noticed that her hair was styled in bouncy curls, a replica of her own. Elena's hair was naturally dully, straight.

Elena stepped forward and said, "I'm not Elena. My name is Katherine."

"Quinn, Quinn we're here."

Her shoulder was shook gently, and Quinn opened her groggy eyes and blinked furiously, trying to eradicate all remnants of sleep. Her eyes paused at the sign that stood in front of the moving car, informing them that they have finally reached Forks.

For Quinn, the whole situation was quite ironic, really. She fled Mystic Falls, Virginia, after her parents' untimely death, and ended up three months later at Forks, Washington, a mere three hours and a half away from her hometown. But out of sight, out of mind, right? As long as Quinn was away from the picturesque little town that she lost her parents in, was A-Okay with her.

Glancing at the man who sat beside her, driving the car, an involuntary smile appeared on her haughty features, "So what now, Uncle John?"

"Now, I continue with my research and you get to hang out with your cousin. She did ask you to be her maid of honor," Uncle John replied with a fond smile.

Quinn groaned, smacking her head on the seat behind her, "Ugh, don't remind me. She's eighteen, that's too young to get married and tie herself to some guy for the rest of her life."

A laugh escaped Uncle John's mouth, his baby blue eyes that she had inherited, crinkled up in a smile, "Don't lecture her now, Quinn. Your cousin hates it when you scold her."

"I know, I know," Quinn mumbled. Don't get her wrong, Quinn was glad that her cousin seemed to have found her one early on in life, but Quinn had high hopes that they would attend college together, single ladies bustling around, partying nonstop and enjoying the single life to their heart's content until they at least reached their mid-twenties.

Quinn wasn't a girl that believed much in marriage, or monogamy. She preferred drinks, booze and parties; Quinn had always been the flirtatious little Miss Popular without even trying. She was loud, opinionated, sarcastic and hyper with a slightly manipulative and vulgar side, and had always been able to strike fear in others, ruling everyone with an ironclad fist.

Uncle John directed her to where their new house for the time being was so that she wouldn't get lost, before dropping her off at her cousin's house with parting words of keeping her phone on her at all times. Uncle John was a worrywart, something unexpected since he looked so laidback and uncaring, but he adored Quinn, more than her dull twin, Elena, and so, she was blessed with seeing this version of the usually annoying and unbearable John Gilbert.

Quinn only had to wait a minute before the door opened and she couldn't help but smirk at the surprised look on her uncle's face before a beaming smile appeared and he engulfed her into a tight hug, which was surprising really; Quinn knew that her second uncle wasn't really fond of hugs and displaying emotions, but he always managed to make an exception for her.

"Uncle Charlie, don't you look dashing," Quinn giggled once she was released from his embrace, "Where's Izzy?"

Before Uncle Charlie opened his mouth, a soft voice called out in disbelief, "Quinny?!" Quinn's eyes zeroed in to the living room and a breathtaking smile took place on her face before a brunette bullet bumped into her and arms practically strangled her as her cousin held onto her tightly.

It has been a little more than a year since Quinn saw her cousin, Isabella Swan – just Bella; the last time they paid each other a visit was when Bella lived with her mother and Quinn's aunt, Renée in Phoenix with her new beau Phil.

"I'm so sorry about your parents, Quinn," Uncle Charlie said gruffly, not wanting to bring up a sad topic, "I tried making it for their funeral, but I was swamped with work."

Quinn gave a small smile filled with understanding, "It's cool, Uncle Charlie. Aunt Renée and Phil made an appearance."

Tears began forming in Bella's chocolate brown eyes, "I still can't believe Uncle Grayson and Aunt Miranda are gone," she choked out sadly.

Okay, so refresher; Quinn's mother, Miranda Gilbert née Sommers, was the eldest of three daughters. She had two younger sisters, Renée and Jenna; of the three sisters, only Miranda and Renée ever married and had children since Jenna still attended College at Whitmore. While Miranda gave birth to twins, Quinn and Elena, and later on, a son, Jeremy; Renée married Charlie Swan and had Isabella. Although Renée and Charlie got divorced, Quinn still referred to him as Uncle Charlie and preferred him over Phil, managing to visit her awkward and lonesome uncle in Forks every once in a while since they lived three hours apart.

Elena on the other hand, kept herself distant from the Swans, preferring her Aunt Jenna over Aunt Renée and her family.

"It was all Elena's fault," Quinn growled angrily once Uncle Charlie left for work; the two girls were sitting comfortably in Bella's room, on her bed. Since Bella couldn't make it for the funeral and had practically no idea how they died, Quinn began informing her of what had happened. "I mean, she ditched family night and ran off to the party by the woods. Dumped Mattie and gave mom a sob story, asking to pick her up. She could have, I don't know, sucked it up or asked one of her little fans for a ride."

Bella's eyes turned to slits when Quinn finished explaining how the car drove off Wickery Bridge and Elena miraculously survived. Like Quinn, Bella hated Elena. The two cousins were a team, sharing everything together. Even though Bella was a year older, she was more like Quinn's twin than Elena.

"So. Married, Isabella Swan? Married? You're only eighteen! What happened to our future plans of taking college by the storm," Quinn pouted.

Bella squirmed slightly; when Quinn used her full name, she knew a scolding was not far behind. "I love him, Quinny. I didn't expect you to come so soon; I want you to meet the Cullens."

"Ugh, whyyy?" Quinn half-sneered, half-whined; she wasn't a fan of people, she found them to be irksome and petty. Quinn Gilbert only had a few loved ones that she could stand and protect with all her might, and other than manipulating and bossing people around, Quinn never kept close contact with people.

Bella gave her a deadpanned look, "Because you're my cousin AND my best friend AND family. The Cullens are gonna be part of our large, dysfunctional family and I want you both to like each other. Besides, you're my maid of honor; it's like your job."

"Ugh, FINE!"

And that was how Quinn found herself being ushered into a gorgeous Victorian manor.

Her eyes widened slightly when she was met with seven utterly gorgeous figures with flawlessly pale skin, remarkable golden eyes and melodic voices; Quinn's supernatural radar began whirring like crazy, and she knew that these Cullens her cousin was marrying into were anything but normal.

"Bella? Who is this?" a handsome man with reddish bronze wavy hair asked curiously. But Quinn was well-trained by her Uncle John and a secret somebody, and she was an expert in deciphering body language – these Cullens were radiating nervousness and suspicion, except for a gorgeous blonde, all Quinn felt from her was anger; red hot anger.

"This is my cousin, Quinn Gilbert. Quinn this is Edward, my fiancé; his adoptive parents Carlisle and Esme Cullen," a devastatingly handsome blonde and a woman with caramel-colored hair and a heart-shaped face gave her a welcoming smile, "His adoptive siblings, Emmett and Alice Cullen," a buff and large brunette and a tiny pixie brunette with spiky hair smiled; they were the only ones that looked extremely excited with her presence, "and Jasper and Rosalie Hale." The last two blondes merely nodded at her, the blonde man had a constipated look while the girl was radiating waves of distrust, superiority and anger.

Unheard by the humans, Edward murmured to the rest of the Cullens that he wasn't able to read her mind. With Bella, he got a big, fat nothing; with Quinn however, there was a shrill piercing sound that made him wince whenever he tried focusing to get a read on her.

"Pleasure," Quinn quipped, a smirk curling on her mouth. Rosalie glared at her; she had never felt inferior to anyone, and took pride in her utterly gorgeous looks bestowed to her that even vampires couldn't compare to, yet this human radiated beauty. Coquettish, with her olive complexion, wide doe-like sky blue eyes set in a heart-shaped face with full, pouty, sultry pink lips and chocolate curls that cascaded down to her waist, paired with an hourglass figure – she was a stunner and a major competition to Rosalie.

"You never mentioned that you have a cousin, Bella," Edward frowned in confusion.

Quinn rolled her eyes and threw Bella a mocking pout, "That hurts, Izzy, truly does. I can't believe you never informed them of lil' old me."

"Izzy?" Alice cocked her head curiously; it was a well-known fact to everyone in Forks, that Isabella Swan hated being called anything but Bella. Bella chuckled, "Yeah, Quinny is the only one allowed to call me that."

"Hence The Quinny and Izzy Team- Okay, seriously! Who the hell keeps trying to invade my mind?" Quinn suddenly growled, shocking the Cullens with the rapid change from kind of friendly, to hostile. Bella looked like a caged animal, her eyes nervously seeking Edward out, while the Cullens gaped open-eyed at the human.

"What do you mean?" Carlisle asked, intrigued that a human could sense Edward trying to get a read of her when no one ever could.

"What I mean, Papa Cullen, is that one of you are trying to invade my personal space. And I don't appreciate it," Quinn prowled the Cullens like a feline ready to pounce, "So two questions; one, who the hell is it, and two, what exactly are you? Because there is no way in hell, you lot are humans."

There was a minute of silence; Rosalie was the first to break it as she glared at Edward, "We're doomed! Again! You see what you have done! First with Bella and now her cousin! Are you trying to get us all killed? Just because you fell in love with a –"

"That's enough Rosalie," Carlisle snapped immediately, succeeding in shutting the fuming blonde up at once. Quinn rolled her eyes and made herself comfortable on the couch, "Wow, how dramatic," she sneered sarcastically, "What are you?" her eyes narrowed, all mocking aside as her blue orbs glared suspiciously at each Cullen.

"We can't tell you," Bella piped up, sitting beside Quinn and grabbing both hands with imploring eyes, "Just, please, just trust me on this." She couldn't invoke the Volturi's wrath and threaten her favorite cousin's life; she didn't want her to die or be forced into becoming a vampire.

But before Quinn could put in another word, her phone rang and Uncle John's name popped on her screen. "Yello, Uncle John."

"Hey sweetheart. I don't have time to talk much, but I want you to be careful," Uncle John sounded solemn, and that roused her curiosity, "What's wrong?"

"Just, hang on a sec …" after a few moments of silence, Uncle John's voice blasted into her ear, "I sent you a picture, study it and when you get home we'll discuss it."

Just as he hung up, her phone pinged and her eyes widened once she glimpsed at the image received from her Uncle. Glaring up at the Cullens, a smirk pronounced itself onto her features, "So, vampires, huh?"

It was instantaneous; all seven Cullens' jaw dropped, their golden eyes widening in shock while Bella let out a loud gasp. Quinn whirled to face her cousin with angry eyes, "You have a lot of explaining to do, Isabella Marie Swan! You're marrying a vampire! Dysfunctional family, indeed!"

"How did you know?" Carlisle asked at once.

"Well for starters, my Uncle researches the supernatural. He is a trained vampire hunter, and speaking of which, Izzy. Uncle John is going to blow his gasket when he finds out you're marrying a vampire."

Bella gulped loudly, her eyes widening with terror, "Oh crap."

A scoff escaped Rosalie's lips, and she took an arrogant stance, "You humans are no match for us. We can only be killed by our own kind." Her words were instantly agreed by the other six as they all nodded accordingly.

Quinn blinked twice before she burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter, "How arrogant are you, thinking you are the only kinds of vampires in existence?" a snarl escaped her again, "Whoever is trying to get a read of my mind, you better stop it, now!"

"Edward, enough," Bella hissed. Quinn glared at him, "Stay out of my mind, pretty boy, otherwise I'll fry yours," she threatened, causing Rosalie to scoff once more at her empty threat, but Quinn paid her no heed; they will all learn in due time that Quinn Gilbert wasn't one to be trifled with.

Carlisle's face was gleaming with the thirst for knowledge, "What do you mean when you said we aren't the only kinds of vampires in existence?"

Slouching comfortably on the sofa, Quinn flashed a smile at Carlisle, "What I mean, Papa Cullen, is that there are vampires out there that are more humanoid, that is, they burn under the sun, die from a wooden stake to the heart, and they have human features once done with their transition, meaning they retain all aspects of their human looks. And a couple of other things, but I am not willing to share at the current moment," one thing Quinn learnt in life, was to always leave people wanting for more.

"The Volturi will kill us all now that she knows about us," Rosalie hissed venomously, her eyes glaring holes into Edward, Bella and Quinn respectively. A perfectly sculptured eyebrow rose on Quinn's forehead, "And who are these 'Volturi'? Why would they kill you?"

"The Volturi are like the vampire police, they set the laws and the rules for vampire-kind. If a human discovers their existence, they pose a threat and two choices would be given, either they die or get turned. But the vampires that risked exposure would probably get killed or let off with a warning," Bella shakily explained.

Quinn began sniggering, eliciting glares from Rosalie and Jasper – they didn't find the incurring wrath of the Volturi humorous the least bit. Quinn sat up straight, all laughter vanishing from her features, "I'm sorry, but that's ridiculous. There are many humans that know of vampires over the millennium and exposure was never risked. The Volturi don't scare me; the vampires I speak of have nothing to do with their laws, they aren't governed by them."

"Then you and all these vampires are idiots! The Volturi have a strong guard with impeccable gifts that could destroy a nation," Rosalie sneered haughtily.

Rolling her eyes, Quinn mockingly shook her body, "You made your point. I'm shakin' in my boots."

For the first time, Jasper spoke up, he had a delicious and honeyed Texan accent, "How can you be so glib?" His golden eyes narrowed at the human; yes, he was a gentleman, he was raised to be one, but this woman really tested his limits, and it was only due to Alice's comforting hold on him that stopped him from ripping her apart.

And for the first time, the Cullens and Bella witnessed Quinn's usually sarcastic, mocking and haughty expression melt into fear, terror and stoic. "Because I've heard of someone worse than them. Believe me, there are beings out there that make the Volturi look like Santa Claus."

Although the Cullens wanted to rebut her remark and scoff at her, something about the unbefitting fear in her tone made them snap their mouths shut.

Bella stared at her cousin with concern, "What do you mean, Quinny?"

Quinn smiled at her cousin, her face back to its regular smirk, "Don't you worry about it, Izzy. Don't we have a wedding to plan?"

-*-Fickle Love-*-

"I found a coven of Cold Ones," was the first words to escape Quinn's lips once she arrived at the house Uncle John rented for the next few months.

Unfortunately, Uncle John had just been taking a sip of scotch and upon hearing his niece's words, he spat his drink all over the table, thankfully missing the numerous papers. He stared bewilderly at his niece, breathing in relief when he noticed no injuries, "Explain!"

Opening a can of beer, Quinn slumped into a seat beside her uncle and growled out, "Izzy is marrying one. Seven Cold Ones, Uncle John. And believe me, Izzy is dead set on marrying him and becoming one, there is nothing you can do to change her mind," she added.

"I'm gonna take a wild guess and assume that Charlie has no idea," Uncle John remarked.

"Duh!" She then slammed a heavy book onto the table. Uncle John raised a brow and skeptically read out the title, "The Volturi?"

"Yup, according to the Cullens, they are the baddies of their world. Vampire Police. Can you believe it? Carlisle let me borrow it; according to him, now that I know their secret, I should be prepared."

Together, Uncle and Niece spent the whole night reading the book; they found out who each member of the Volturi were and their gifts in the high guard; the three Kings, Aro, Caius and Marcus and their gifts as well. Their rules and so on, so forth.

When the beginning rays of sunlight introduced itself into the darkened room, Quinn massaged her temples and groaned, "I prefer vampires to the Cold Ones. They are impossible to kill with their diamond textured skin."

Uncle John grimaced, "A vampire could easily kill them and rip them apart, but humans," he let out a loud sigh of defeat, "it's practically impossible."

"Yeah, besides, vampires have compulsion, but we can easily protect ourselves with vervain. Cold Ones sometimes gain a gift after their transition. I was lucky Edward Cullen wasn't able to read my mind."

Uncle John began pushing aside stacks of papers from the table, a sound of triumph escaping him when he found the exact page he was looking for, "According to Folklore, there are other beings with the ability to kill Cold Ones. Just like Vampire Hunters and Werewolves could kill a vampire, Shapeshifters have razor sharp teeth and begin shifting into a wolf for the specific purpose of destroying the Cold Ones."

Quinn's brows rose when she took a peek, "The Quileute Tribe resides in La Push; Ephraim Black was the Quileute Chief and Alpha of the pack. Great, I'm guessing he is the great-grandfather of Jacob Black. My cousin is marrying a Cold One, and one of my dearest friends in this horrid pig-infested town is a shifter. Why me?" she whined.

"Quinn, no! I know what you're thinking. It's not safe for you to enter La Push on your own," Uncle John said sternly.

"Oh come on, Uncle John. Billy and Jake won't harm me. Chill yourself, besides my phone will be with me and I was already planning on paying the Blacks a visit. It's like killing two birds with one stone," Quinn pouted innocently.

Uncle John knew that Quinn was the most stubborn girl he had ever encountered, and there was no point in arguing further. After giving her his blessing and a warning, she jumped into the shower, changed her clothes and got into her car (they had her car towed to Forks since she drove her car out of Mystic Falls when she ran away and it had finally arrived when she was at the Cullens with Bella the other day.)

Quinn was excited to finally see Billy and Jacob again. She got along with every member of the Black family, even Jacob's elder twin sisters, Rebecca and Rachel who had a closer bond as twins that she and Elena ever would, and she hadn't seen them in a year when she last came to visit Charlie before Bella moved in.

"Quinn? Quinn Gilbert is that you?" Quinn beamed down at Billy Black who was staring at her with incredulous eyes from his wheelchair. Quinn bent down and gave the old man a hug.

"Billy Black, I have missed you! You still look old," she quipped, eliciting guffaws from Billy.

Wiping a few stray tears of laughter from his face, Billy gave her a fond smile, "Still humorous as ever. Come in, come in, what can I do for you?"

"Awwh, Billy, is it that hard to believe I came to check up on you?"

"Yes," he retorted, but his brown eyes were filled with amusement.

"Touché. Is Jake here?" Quinn asked, looking around.

Billy's slightly wrinkled face withered, "He ran away, Quinn. He, uh, he didn't take Bella's engagement to Edward so well. I don't know if Bella told you this, but he is in love with her."

"Ughh! Love is a fickle thing Billy, it destroys lives. Is he serious? I thought he got over her ages ago," Quinn groaned. Tapping her fingers on the hard table, Quinn asked, "Can you call him and tell him I'm in town? I'm sure that will bring his ass back."

Billy fidgeted nervously in his wheelchair, "He, um, Jacob doesn't have a phone on him at the moment."

Quinn inwardly smirked, that was the opening she needed to bring out her case, "Then have one of the other wolves find him, Billy." It was a comical sight really; Billy's face morphed into one of genuine shock and surprise, his jaw slackened with disbelief.

"You know?" was all Billy had been able to utter, his eyes still widened in a massive amount of shock.

"Of course I know. You forget that not much can escape my attention. Besides, my cousin is marrying a Cold One, much to my ire, and even though I'm not a prejudiced person, I don't want this life for her," Quinn sighed, and Billy's eyes reflected sympathy; the Pack had given their permission for the Cullens to turn her since it was adamantly Bella's choice. Bella didn't seem to understand the backlash it would cause for her family, but they couldn't force her to change her mind or start a war between the Quileute's and the Cullens.

Arguing with Isabella Marie Swan was a lost cause.

Later on, as Quinn was leaving the Blacks, she bumped into a hard, muscular body with a scorching hot temperature coming out in waves and she looked up, only to come face to face with the last person she wanted to run into.

Paul Lahote was staring at Quinn Gilbert as though she were the most important thing in the world; his eyes were focused on hers and mesmerized by her beauty and the confidence she radiated. And even though Quinn was glaring at him with fire in her sky blue eyes, Paul Lahote's green orbs were dazed with love and lust.

"Oh shit," Jared mumbled to Sam. "This is not good."

Paul Lahote had just imprinted.

He had imprinted on a girl that hated his guts and the very soil he walked on.

April, 2009;

"I'm sorry, Katherine? Who are you kidding Elena? That's not gonna work on me. Now tell me, what are you doing stalking me? I left Mystic Falls to be far away from you!" Quinn growled angrily, both hands curled into fists.

Katherine rolled her eyes, "I am not Elena. Thank god," she muttered in distaste, "That girl is so dull and dreary, but you, you're the fun twin."

Quinn's forehead puckered in confusion, "You're really not Elena?"

"Nope, and this guy here," Katherine kicked the unconscious man, "Isn't dead. Only a stake to the heart will kill him, so we gotta leave."

"Stake to the heart?" Quinn scoffed, grabbing her unpaid food and storming out into her car, "What like a vampire! Listen lady, Katherine or whoever, I am not in the mood for your bullshit."

Katherine smirked at her, and jumped into the passenger seat. "And I did not say you can ride with me in my car."

"You're so ungrateful. I just saved your life."

"From a 'vampire'," Quinn said in a mocking tone, her fingers forming quotation marks around the word.

"You better start believing in them sweetie, because your life is practically revolved around the supernatural world," Katherine causally remarked. "Explain how that cashier was drained of blood and fangs appeared from the guy's mouth, then?"

Quinn frowned at that. Huffing she took a large gulp of Red Bull and started the car, "Fine, let's say I believe, and that's a large 'IF', why did you save my life? And why do you look so freakishly like Elena. And me, except you don't have my eyes," she rambled.

"That's a long story Quinn –"

Quinn stomped her foot on the brake and glared at Katherine suspiciously, "How the bloody fuck do you know my name?" she demanded fiercely.

Katherine smirked. Her eyes zoomed in to the bracelet gifted to her by her Uncle John that was delicately wrapped on her wrist and she tore it out; before Quinn could yell at her, Katherine's pupils dilated, "Now, you can remember everything I compelled you to forget."

Quinn was overcome with memory after memory from her childhood until a year ago, and her eyes widened at Katherine with recognition. She handed her back the bracelet and smirked fully.

"Kat?"

"Nice to see you again, Quinn."

A/N: Tell me honestly, how did you like this new story? For days it has been in my mind and I had to write it. I will have another chapter out in a few hours.

The story is at the start of Breaking Dawn in the Twilight Sagas and going into The Vampire Diaries story. There are many surprises waiting for all of you, so sit back tight and enjoy my latest fanfiction story.

R&R.