Disclaimer: I only own my characters: Rian, her family, and her friends. The world, the Cullen's, and anything else belongs to Meyer.

Prolog

Long dark hair flowed behind the young woman as she ran through the thick forest. The sharp twigs and rocks cut her feet as she stepped on them, though in her pain induced state the girl did not notice the pain her feet and legs were being subjected to. Long ago, the sun had fallen behind the trees on its decent, leaving the forest in dark shadows.

The woman was panting, desperately running from something, though she wasn't sure what she was running from. And she did not dare to look behind her, to see what was chasing her.

Tears began to stream down her face, obscuring her sight. She was beginning to feel she would never reach the end of the forest, she would never reach safety.

And she was right; soon her body was flung to the ground as her trembling legs made a faulty, lethal mistake. She had tripped. The dark haired women barely had time to push herself to her back, before she was meet with the thing that chased her. The source of her nightmares. His teeth were puncturing her should as she finally let out a devastating cry; she was going to die on this forest floor.

Chapter 1: The Introduction

Rian Johnson awoke with a startle, as she always did. Her nightmares were different, but always ended the same. A vampire chomping down on her, her death signaling the end of the nightmare.

Rian slowly sat up as she pulled her long, chaotic red hair back from her sweaty face. The pills beside her nightstand were quickly out of the slot labeled "Monday" and popped in her mouth.

Her first day back at school after almost a year of medical leave and she was having her usual dreams. As if she weren't nervous enough about returning to school without the help of her highly detailed nightmares. She already felt like her nerves were shot and all she wanted to do was curl back up on her bed and sleep. But she was afraid she'd have another nightmare.

This was going to be a long first day back at school.

As Rian stood in front of her floor length mirror she examined her outfit and noticed just how her hands were shaking at the moment. She took a deep breath before she stepped out of her room and into the chaos that was her family in the morning.

Quinn, her younger sister by three years, was hogging the bathroom once again as the younger girl was most likely applying makeup or straightening her hair. While Rian liked to be presentable and make an impression, Quinn was the popular girl who put hours into her appearance before she stepped outside the house any day.

Logan, the next youngest sister of the Johnson clan, was occupying the second and last bathroom of the house. The 13 year old girl was taking a quick shower before she would pull on some sporty attire as she was the sporty girl of the three.

The youngest, Casey, was nowhere to be found. Rian assumed he was still in his bed asleep. She knocked on his door quietly before she opened it to find the still sleeping eleven year old boy. He was always the last to get up, and usually the first or second out the door.

Bryan was the oldest boy, and Rian's twin. He was sitting at the large table in the dinner room. As Rian walked by, she threw the keys to him, surprising him when they hit his chest. He fumbled to grab the keys before looking at his twin. She only just kept walking outside. She was going to need some air before starting a nerve-wracking day.

The Johnson's father was usually out of the house before anyone was up and getting ready for school; he's job started at 3 in the morning and lasted nearly 10 hours or more. He was almost always asleep by the time the Johnson children were back in the home that afternoon. It's not that they're father didn't care, or that he was too busy to spend time with the children; it's that he lost his wife in Casey's birth 12 years ago. All the bills and responsibility laid on his shoulders and with Rian's hospitalization that year, he's been working overtime to pay the bills.

Soon the other four Johnson children were cascading down the steps and running to the old dark blue Taurus in the driveway. Rian had been in enough mind to think ahead and got in the front seat when she first walked out of the house. Quinn's slightly shocked, slightly annoyed facial expression brought a smile to the older girl's face. Rian and Quinn didn't get along much, their personalities clashed dramatically. Rian much preferred to be stuck with Bryan or Logan. Although Casey wasn't a bad choice he just was in his 'I'm going to try my hardest to gross you out' phase. Not that Rian didn't love all her siblings, but teenagers can be dramatic and harsh to each other. And the Johnson house was full of teenagers.

Vampires mate for life. And when one of them dies, the other usually goes off the deep end; as evident of Victoria. This was no different for Emmett either. Little of 6 months ago, right before his family moved to this secluded little town (even smaller than Forks had been), his beautiful Rosalie met her end. The strange vampires came out of nowhere, Alice barely had time to have the vision before the three jumped from the tree line and decided upon the golden eyed group. In this bizarre attack, Edward was almost torn to shreds, Jasper sustained countless more scars, and even Alice had narrowly avoided having her head ripped out as well. It all happened so fast, Emmett didn't even notice the loss of a family member, let alone knew who it was, until the vampires were retreating into the forest on the opposite side as fast as they had came in.

Then his world was shattered, he finally had notice the headless body. It took the entire family to keep him from going after the vampires. Begging him not to run after them, instead convinced him to give Rosalie a funeral that she most likely would have wanted, a simple human funeral.

Then they were off to start over. Praying their brother (or son depending on whose perspective it is) would survive this tragedy.

They had been in this quiet little town for three weeks now, and all Emmett wanted to do was go home, lay down and die or possibly sleep; though he could do neither of those things. Instead he was exactly where he needed to be at the right moment in time. Thousands of years came down to this one moment. One reaction would determine the outcome: love or death.