A/N: Twilight/ the Messengers crossover.

Chapter 1

I couldn't stop staring at it. The picture of me and my old friends. I guess I shouldn't be sad to leave them since they're part of the reason why we had to move. But the bigger part was on me. I guess the only person I should be blaming is myself.

"You're gonna run the battery down," my mom said from the front seat. It was the first time she had talked to me since it happened. And oddly enough I wish she had just minded her own business. I flipped the phone closed and looked to my left.

My little brother Jake was sitting in his car seat playing with his hands. I leaned over to him and shook his hand playfully, "Hey Jake."

"Don't take off his seatbelt," my mom warned as kindly as she could. Didn't help though.

I can't believe she hasn't gotten over it yet, "I'm not," I whispered back as I looked at her through the corner of my eye. I leaned away and looked out the window to see what god awful place my dad had bought.

"There it is," my dad said as he pointed at it. I looked towards the direction he pointed to see an old creepy house. I'm going to live in that? I sighed as we approached the house. I was going to have to pretend to like it weather I liked it or not.

"Wow Charlie it's beautiful," my mom said as she got out of the jeep.

Its ugly, I thought as I got out of the car and started walking up the steps on the porch. My mom took Jake out of the car and let him walk around as my dad started taking suitcases out of the jeep.

I walked inside and looked around. The inside looked better than the outside. At least that's a good thing. I slowly walked up the stairs when I felt a presence behind me and a small chill. I turned around to see what it was but there was nothing there.

The place was pretty big. We had plenty of room for mom's junk. I turned to my left and started down the hall when I heard a bang from behind me. I turned around and slowly approached the window at the end of the hall. I looked out the window and tried to see what had made the noise but there was nothing there.

I smiled a bit at how the view looked when suddenly a crow flew into the window. I jumped back a bit before I looked through the window to see the crow cawing on top of the laundry line. I looked at it for a while before I started walking away. I stopped and bent down to see a drawing of a little crow on the window.

Someone must have been in the house recently because this looks too recent.

"Bells! Come help me with the bags!" my father called from the stairway. I turned around and walked over to him.

"Do you like the place?" he asked with a small smile.

"Its…cool," I replied back. I don't like it. It's old and creepy and it's definitely not home. He believed the lie.

"Help us unpack so we can sleep tonight," he said as he walked down the hall.

I bit my lip and nodded as I made my way downstairs. I went into the kitchen and opened up the box for the plates. As soon as I put the box cutter down, I heard a noise coming from a cabinet. I put the cutter down and looked at the cabinet.

I walked over to the cabinet and bent down in front of it. I slowly opened the door and looked in it cautiously. I didn't want a rat coming out and killing me or something. I opened the door wide open when I saw a toy tracker at the very back of it.

Jake would like that. I leaned in closer and reached out for it with my fingertips. I pulled away and looked at the toy in frustration. Come on toy come to me, I thought. I reached for it again, my fingertips almost touching the toy, when it suddenly slammed into my fingers.

I pulled away with a gasp and looked at the toy in fright. Old McDonald started playing from the thing making me more freaked out. I reached in and took the toy out with shaky hands. I put it on my lap and looked at it a bit pissed off that it scared me.

I looked at it a bit confused when I realized that the music had stopped playing. A little boy with a happy face was in the tracker. I looked in the cabinet to see that there was nothing in there. What the hell moved it then? I got up with a sigh and put the toy on the counter.

I walked upstairs to go ask my dad if he wanted any help upstairs. I was about to enter the room when I saw my dad wrap his arms around my mom. I was about to leave when I heard my mom say, "Well she's talking to us, I guess that's a start."

I clenched my teeth and waited to hear my dad's response. He changed the subject making me smile a bit. I turned around and went back to the kitchen to finish unpacking.

I looked out the window that night to look at the stars. This wasn't anything like Chicago. I missed it. I hated the fact that I would have to go to a new school and meet new people and try and replace my friends. I turned around and walked over to my bed.

I sighed as I grabbed the picture that was on my nightstand and looked at the picture of the old gang. No one can replace them. No one.

"Hey," my dad knocked on the door.

I glanced up at him, "Hey," I replied before I looked back down at the picture. I got into an upright position and put the photo in front of me on the bed as my dad walked in.

I looked up at him searching for words to say, "It's so quiet out here," I whispered looking out the window again.

He put his hands into his pockets and looked around the room, "Yeah," he breathed out, "It takes some getting use to."

How the hell does he know? I made a soft noise and looked down at my lap awkwardly. I looked at the picture and stopped the tears that wanted to come. He walked over and sat on the bed. I didn't look up at him. I didn't want him to see the tears that were welling up.

"Bringing you out here wasn't a punishment," he started. Yeah, right. I hate this place of course it's a punishment. "It's an adjustment for everybody." My ass. I looked up to meet his eyes, "The only way we can make this work is if you give it a chance." I'm here aren't I?

"I'll try dad, your right dad," he joked around. I smiled with a small chuckle. He stuck his hand out, I took it and we held it in place for a while. It was our weird handshake we had ever since I was a kid. He let go and leaned over and kissed my forehead, "Goodnight," he walked out, "Get some sleep."

Sleep? Without the noises of sirens and cars? That's gonna be hard. I lay back down and got comfortable. I sighed as I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep. When I finally did fall asleep I had a dream. There was a mysterious gorgeous boy warning me. He had emerald green eyes and bronze hair. If I had more dreams like that I would definitely start liking this place.

A/N: Okay so basically I'm following the movie except adding the characters of Twilight in it. And I'll probably add some stuff since not all the movie is in her point of view. Please review!