I was bored. I had come to the state that I no longer have any fic to read in all of my fandoms, and waiting for the soon...ish Sherlock or Jon Snow's coming back alive was HELL. So shit gets real and I had to write something down for the sake of my sanity. I didn't plan to write any fic for Twilight but an idea got stuck in my head and I have to pull it out before turning back to my PJO. Not so much of a big fan of Twilight but not a hater either, so this is what I came up with. Feel free to judge and do whatever you like since my mood is not getting better with this flu either.

Disclaimer: I own nothing (fortunately) but my OC Anne Marie Cullen, a weirdo just like me having a flu. I swear I am not this cliche when I'm healthy.

Anne Marie Cullen. A perfect child. The last member of the Cullen coven. And just like her sister Renesmee, she was blessed with a gift.

Kissed by a curse.

Unique? Yes she was. Beautiful? She was beyond that. Elegant? She was born this way. And she got a gift. Who could ask for more? Life favored you. Life gave you everything.

With a price that cost more than the whole universe itself.

A gift. Or a curse? What did you call it, being forgotten by your loved one? The feeling of losing control of yourself and every single second memory of you in their mind disappeared? The feeling of being remembered by no one. Nobody.

How could one control a power like that? How could one be born with a power like that? How could one, with a power like that, be destroyed?

The world didn't give her any answers.

Or maybe, it was a gift. She wasn't remembered so much even by her family, her mother and sister, in their lucky days, knew of her, but unable to see or touch her. So, was their any chances that the enemy knew about her existence?

Nah. Never happen. There would be no runaway, no checking behind, no constant worry... She could live on, still invisible to the world, while her sister, so clear, so visible, would have to run for her life.

It wasn't like she could do anything for help. How could you help someone who could not see and touch you anyway?

But, on an extremely lucky day, when the rest of the world could see her, touch her, feel her, she was asked to accompany them to the battlefield. It was an extremely lucky day because she said yes.

The battle day came knocking on their door and once again the cursed-and-blessed Anne Marie Cullen found herself still being remembered by all her coven. It was a shock, feeling wrapped and protected in your father's arms. But let it be, it wasn't like he would remember much about it later.

A hurt and sad look flew across his face, but Anne refused to let it break her. They had promised to never forget but failed. After all, she was too strong, too powerful. In the end of the day, it was either she became an orphan, or being forgotten. She had to get used to it. No big deal.

Walking straight into the battlefield with a head kept high, she found it amusing since only a handful number of vampires could see her. She was invisible to the rest of the world. Oh how it would be an wonderful advantage when the fight happen..! She could have been the surprise factor, had she been carefully trained. But then,... being a mere child and invisible didn't help very much. Still... could she attack successfully if she really tried? She thought that it seemed possible, but that meant a suitable opponent as well...

No, too big. Absolutely not, too creepy. Who wanted to attack a hot movie star? That one looked good but her eyes were too red. How about the next one...

... who was staring at her with a quirk eyebrow.

She turned back to check if he was looking for someone behind, but no. She turned to the left, jumped to the right, and his eyes, crimson red, never left her.

Okay, that's weird. She admitted. And creepy.

Her parents and sisters were still talking with the chirpy man at the middle of the field. They took so long, she started to find it uncomfortable under his stare. A pair of hands kept her firmly, Esme. She had nowhere to hide from the crimson red eyes that fixed on her since the beginning.

He smiled, all of a sudden, and she almost jumped out of her skin. She looked around, everyone was too concentrating on her sister - poor Rene - to bother either her or the boy. She looked back at him, the wide grin that showed his perfect white teeth could make Hollywood broke down. She looked around again, just to make sure, before turning her attention back and mouthed.

Me?

Who else?

The weirdness of this was getting more and more creepy.

Why me?

Why not you?

How can you see me?

How the others cannot?

I don't know.

Me either.

They fell into another staring match, ignoring the world. It was crazy, but, she felt like she could read his mind, and so could he. They fell into their own little world of many wonders, of history, of music, of literature, and so so many things else...

Crimson eyes meant killers, that she had learnt. But somehow, in those crimson eyes of his, Anne Marie Cullen saw a different thing that she had been fighting for since the day she was born.

Recognition. And a faint promise of Love.

Come on my dear child. We're going home. Her father said and picked her up.

She struggled until he let go of her, and ran back to te field. They had gone, the creepy guy, the chirpy and the stone-y, all gone.

But she saw him. Him. Crimson eyes, and a smirk. She saw a faint shadow behind him, but she didn't care.

She waved, and the smirk turned to a smile. The devil turned to an angel for a brief second before disappearing.

Who are you looking at?

Nobody dad. Just a promise.

His name was Alec, she later found out. He was the demon, she was informed. Stop thinking of him, she was ordered.

But Anne Marie Cullen still found herself looking into those crimson eyes anytime she could, because:

1. It was, so ironic, the only way to remind her family of her existence.

2. It was deep in those eyes that she let herself hope and believe, even if it was childish of her, in a promise of an invisible love from a demon.

I don't even know what the hell I've just written.