I just finished my first story,Izzy Unleashed, so I thought I would try to write a longer, more serious story that has been stewing in my mind for many months. During one particularly boring Social Studies class, I wrote the prologue and first chapter. Please take note, except for the prologue; I plan to have the entire story written in Edward's perspective. If I chance POVs I will let you know. So, here goes nothing.

I am not Stephanie Meyer, and I do not own Twilight, or any of its characters. Do you have to rub it in?

Prologue

The old house stood, as it had for centuries, alone on the hill. Once it had been an elegant work of art. Many marveled at its beauty. But over time, the house's majestic splendor had faded.

The lawn was overgrown, as the gardeners that had once tended to every flowerbed and blade of grass were long dead. A shutter banged against the house as a ferocious wind shook the trees, stirring the branches into a frenzy. The porch creaked and groaned, as if people once again walked across the flawed wooden surface.

If the previous owners could see the smashed windows, the shredded draperies, and rooms stripped of their furniture, they would be furious. As it was, the sole inhabitant of Swan Estate was disgusted by the state of her home.

Glaring out the window, she snorted angrily and stalked away. She kept the scowl on her face, despite the fear that ached like ice in her chest. She rubbed her arms fiercely to try and stop the goose bumps that crawled up her arms. She had not felt cold for two hundred years. Not once. Even if she had stood outside in the biting cold, she would not have felt a thing. So, why? Why now?

Though she did not know it yet, what she felt was the winds of change. And she did not like it one bit. Still feeling slightly unsettled, she drifted through the wall and away from the window.

Chapter 1-Changes

The road was empty, allowing me to speed up, pushing my Volvo to its limits. That was one plus of living in the small, rainy town of Forks, Washington. Actually, I knew this place. We had stayed here for only a few days, before Esme had an "accident", forcing us to move on. Carlisle had decided that it had been long enough that everyone who would have remembered our brief stay was dead. How quickly human life passed on, I mused as I drove.

In the seat next to me, Alice sat. She was bobbing with excitement. The others were driving their various vehicles to meet us at our new house. Esme was so very excited about it. The house was old, almost two hundred years, according to the realtor. The house we had used when we first came to Forks had been torn down, but this one had been preserved because of "great historical value". I had heard of the house's story when we bought it.

Apparently, the owners of the house, the Swans, had been extremely wealthy. Their daughter was said to have committed suicide. The reasons are a mystery.

I didn't want to be here. Moving from house to house for one hundred years can get a little dull, after so long. I could go off on my own, and seek other, more exciting places. But I couldn't, wouldn't, hurt my family like that.

Right now, our mother was ecstatic at renovating the old house. All of us had a special pastime, one that helped us to pass the long years without dying of boredom. Alice loved fashion, and designing clothes. Jasper liked to collect cars, and Emmett always tried to hone his fighting skills. Rosalie was probably the best mechanic I've ever set eyes on, and Esme was a wonderful architect. Carlisle's was perhaps the most admirable. Carlisle earned his redemption by doing all he could to save lives. The hospital was not really a pastime, it was his calling.

Sometimes I wished I had died in 1918. I was an abomination, a monster. I was a freak, too, even among my own kind. I was glad for Alice and her gift. Being a mind-reader didn't seem so bad when you had a psychic vampire sister. You know you've got it bad when the other freaks consider you a freak.

But I turned my mind away from such depressing topics, and wondered idly if there were any mountain lions in Forks. Then, I turned onto a narrow drive and gravel crunched under my tires. I accelerated up the long, twisty road, and then stared up at our new house. Home.

Review, and tell me how I did. The second chapter should be up soon.