Chapter One

A/N: Hey guys! I got the idea for this fanfic from one of the most interesting scenes in the book which unfortunately they didn't put in the movie. The movie wasn't as a good as the book but it was still great! I loved the cast! For those who haven't read the book, their's a scene about two thirds into the novel where Wanda, Jared, Ian and Kyle are staying in a hotel after a raid. They're looking out of the window at a family. The parents were souls but the children were human.

Wanda is human in this fanfic, she's also Melanie's sister. All rights go to Stephenie Meyer!

I, Wanderer and my older sister Melanie have spent our entire lives living in harmony with our parents and the rest of the souls in our small town in Phoenix. We've always been slightly different than everyone else. We don't have perfect posture; our eyes don't have the same silver glow as the other souls. But we are souls; at least that's what we grew up being told by our parents. That's what we believed, until we were kidnapped.

The rays of sunlight passing through my window landed directly onto my closed eyelids, forcing me to wake up earlier than I anticipated. Still quite sleepy, I shuffled down the stairs and into the kitchen. My mother, Knits Fire, was already dressed in a crisp white suit and eating breakfast alone. She turned towards me and smiled lovingly, "Good morning Wanderer, are you joining me for breakfast?" I reflected her caring smile and nodded. For as long as I could remember I wanted to be like my mother. She was so elegant. And her eyes, oh her eyes, they're the cause of envy from myself and Melanie. The bright green of her eyes was almost over-shadowed by the silver ring circled around her pupil that shone every minute of every hour of every day. I longed to have the same metallic shine that the rest of the souls possessed.

"Are you and Father working at the university today?" I asked as I took a bite of one of my mother's strawberries. She smiled at me with laughing eyes, the palm of her hand rested on my cheek. "Yes, my dear. Your Father has already left, his class needs him more than we do" Her attention turned away from me and to the clock, a smile still on her face. "I must be going," She brushed a loose strand of blonde hair out of her eyes and behind her ear before leaving me alone in our home. Quietly, I sighed to myself. I was never comfortable being alone, Melanie was always usually around when our parents weren't, which was rare. Even though they both had very hectic jobs, they always made time for us. We always felt loved.

Even when my family wasn't around, our neighbours and other souls who lived close by would be eager to spend time with Melanie and I. We have always been the only children in our neighbourhood, even though I'm now eighteen and Melanie has just celebrated her twentieth birthday. I used to find it strange when our neighbours called us "little miracles". Once, I asked my Father what they meant. He laughed softly before kneeling down so he could look me in the eye "It means that you're special, you're loved here, by everyone." While munching on my cereal, I notice an old photo of my family and me on the fridge. We are at the park. My mother is holding me in her arms; I must be only a year old, while my father pushes Melanie on the swing. We look so happy. A quiet, yet distinctive banging noise came from the other room, pulling me out of my own thoughts. Assuming it was Melanie, I carry on finishing my breakfast. In many ways, Melanie is different to the rest of us. She is more angry or passionate as my mother calls it and less patient than the rest of our family. And the rest of our neighbourhood. She is also clumsier so it wasn't hard to believe that she was the one that caused the clatter. That was until a large, manly hand covered my mouth. I tried to scream but I couldn't, any sound my small body was creating was being blocked. Turning me to face him, the man used his free hand to spin my torso around. Aggressively, he pinned me against the kitchen wall, his other hand still glued onto my mouth. His face was creased with anger, I could see his free hand clench into a fist out of the corner of my eye. Instinctively, my eyes widened out of horror before I tried to curl myself into the wall for protection. Anger and hostility wasn't emotions I was used to. Strangely, all the fury seemed to wash away from his face, he dropped his hands and stared at me in astonishment.
"You...you're human..." The man mumbled slowly. Human? "Jared, come in here." A taller, darker haired man came out from the pantry, his mouth stuffed with pop tarts. Jared immediately looked furious at the sight in front of him. "What the hell, Ian?! I thought you said this place was empty. I would never have agreed to breaking into this house if I knew there were still parasites here" Parasites? What was he talking about?
I glanced at Ian, studying his reaction. He still looked shocked but I still didn't know why. "Will you shut up Howe and let me speak? She isn't one of them, she's one of us" One of them?
The darker haired man, Jared, looked at me intently, as if he was waiting for me to say something. "She's human?" Ian nodded. Both men stood in front of me now, watching me. I stayed backed up against the wall, too afraid to make a movement.

"What's your name?" the blonder, softer looking man named Ian asked me. "Wanderer" I mumbled quietly. The two men glanced at each other; they looked as if they were speaking to each other without actually having to say anything out loud.
"Strange name for a human" Jared stated firmly, the tenseness in his posture had returned. Ian took a step closer to me; he brushed my hair away from my neck and tilted my head so he could see my neck. He ran his fingers across my neck as if he was checking for something. His touch made me shiver nervously.
"Wanderer, you are human, right?" Both sets of eyes were glued on me as they waited for my response.
"What is a Human?"