November 1995: London, England

Carlisle Cullen's Point of View

"Once you sign this treaty Carlisle, you and your coven will not be permitted to return to England, ever." William spoke; a sour look on his face. "You and your clan are not permitted more than one thousand miles of our family."

I wished that we could settle this feud between my family and William's. We had been close allies for years.

It was hard to believe that a mistake like this could cause so much damage. I would truly never forgive myself.

"I understand and solemnly swear to withhold the words in this treaty." Reluctantly I signed my name on the large document.

I couldn't shake the thought that none of this felt real. It felt like a nightmare. William was like my brother and I had truly grown to love his family. We had operated as one clan for such a long time, it was hard to believe that our family was split up.

"Now, today we are two separate clans, the Cullen's and Moore's." William spoke, now turning his attention to the group; standing around us. "Decide amongst yourselves, who you would like as your leader."

"None of us tend to leave Carlisle, we all support his choice." Edward spoke; he sounded annoyed, but his expression was masked with a look of indifference.

"Is that right?" Abraham snapped; I could see the rage in his eyes. He stood along side William with his arms folded tightly across his chest; he barred his teeth in Edward's direction. "I should have known that you would have to speak for everyone; since you have to spy on everyone's thoughts."

"It's not like I have the option to ignore it." Edward said with through a clenched jaw.

"Enough with the senseless fighting, it's clear that those that followed Carlisle before uniting with us; will continue following him. No matter how misguided his ideals are." Elijah spoke now. He stood the farthest from the rest of us, he avoided eye contact with everyone. "Esme, Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, Alice and Edward. They will stay with Carlisle. Senika, Nichole, Brooke, Silas, Abraham and myself, will stay with William. Does that sound about right?"

I watched as it appeared that everyone was in agreement. I did notice a few of the women from William's coven give their farewells to Esme, but other than that… no one else seemed bothered enough to speak.

It broke my heart to see my family split up like this, but it would be best for all of us if we went our separate ways. William had different ideals… he looked at human life in a different way. Although we all preyed on the blood of animals… William always had a different plan, we where never on the same page.

Maybe we will meet again one day… and put our difference aside. At least that is what I hoped for.

Current Day

Bella's Point of View

It was my first day at Forks high school and I was relieved that my day was almost over. I met a few new people; that was kind enough to invite me to sit with them at lunch.

We sat at the end of a full table with several people. I forgot all their names as soon as they introduced themselves. The boy from English, Eric, waved at me from across the room.

It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven curious strangers, that I first saw them.

They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. There were five of them. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them. They weren't gawking at me, unlike most of the other students, so it was safe to stare at them without fear of meeting an excessively interested pair of eyes. But it was none of these things that caught, and held, my attention.

They didn't look anything alike. Of the three boys, one was big – muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college, or even teachers here rather than students.

The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixie like, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.

And yet, they were all exactly alike. Every one of them was chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town. Paler than me, the albino. They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones. They also had dark shadows under those eyes – purplish, bruise like shadows. As if they were all suffering from a sleepless night, or almost done recovering from a broken nose. Though their noses, all their features, were straight, perfect, angular.

But all this is not why I couldn't look away.

I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful. They were faces you never expected to see except perhaps on the airbrushed pages of a fashion magazine. Or painted by an old master as the face of an angel. It was hard to decide who was the most beautiful – maybe the perfect blond girl, or the bronze-haired boy.

They were all looking away – away from each other, away from the other students, away from anything in particular as far as I could tell. As I watched, the small girl rose with her tray – unopened soda, unbitten apple – and walked away with a quick, graceful lope that belonged on a runway. I watched, amazed at her lithe dancer's step, till she dumped her tray and glided through the back door, faster than I would have thought possible. My eyes darted back to the others, who sat unchanging.

"Who are they?" I asked the girl from my Spanish class, whose name I'd forgotten.

As she looked up to see who I meant – though already knowing, probably, from my tone – suddenly he looked at her, the thinner one, the boyish one, the youngest, perhaps. He looked at my neighbor for just a fraction of a second, and then his dark eyes flickered to mine.

He looked away quickly, more quickly than I could, though in a flush of embarrassment I dropped my eyes at once. In that brief flash of a glance, his face held nothing of interest – it was as if she had called his name, and he'd looked up in involuntary response, already having decided not to answer.

My neighbor giggled in embarrassment, looking at the table like I did.

"That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife." She said this under her breath.

I glanced sideways at the beautiful boy, who was looking at his tray now, picking a bagel to pieces with long, pale fingers.

His mouth was moving very quickly, his perfect lips barely opening. The other three instantly turned their sights in the direction of the cafeteria entrance; where six more students came in.

I was completely taken off guard by how similar this group looked to the first. They all had the same pale; chalky skin and dark eyes.

Out of these three boys, the one was the perfect showcase of power and strength. His stride was long and aggressive; while his expression was cocky. In a word he seemed conceited. Arrogant. As if he is defined by his status in life as being the apex of success with all of the money in the world in his bank account.

The other had the stocky build of a rugby player. I wouldn't call him overweight necessarily, but he was… plump, short… almost adorable… he appeared to be the youngest in the group. Personality wise, he appeared to look around the cafeteria with uncontrollable eyes. He seemed completely unhinged, like a loose cannon. The last one was the exact opposite. He was tall, lean and completely in control of himself. He had a certain mystique that surrounded his persona. Not to mention he was devilish handsome.

The three women, were incredibly beautiful; each in their own way. The first, had beautiful ebony skin; that still held a pale chalky pallor. Her movements where cat-like, the way her body seemed to slink, even the shape of her eyes; reminded me of a feline.

The other, was startling thin; she had a springy waltz, much like a ballerina. Her fiery red curls where pulled tightly up into a neat bon on the top of her head. A brilliant crimson red painted her lips; making her hair perfectly.

The last one stood out the most. Her honey blonde curls went down to her shoulders, but at the very tips of it was a candy pink. She wore the most makeup between the three of them and there was a hint of flirtatious nature to her. She noticed all the boys around the cafeteria swooning over her and would wave coyly at each of them as she passed. She clearly was loving the attention she was getting.

As the Cullen table made eye contact with the new group that entered the scene, I noticed that hostility became apparent between both groups. I could almost physically see the tension building as the newcomers took a table on the other side of the lunch room.

"And who are they?" I turned back to the table. "The group that just came in?"

The girl from Spanish class again was the one to answer. "That's Abraham Moore; the jock, Nichole Moore the red head and Silas Moore, the bigger dude. Brooke Jennings; the girl with the dreads. And the handsome one, Elijah Johns, with his sister Senika Johns; the girl with the pink in her hair." She whispered to me.

"Do they… know the Cullen's and the Hale's?" This might have sounded like a stupid question. It was so obvious that these two groups had a grudge against each other.

"That's understatement of the year." Another girl from the table replied; her nasally voice was like nails on a chalk board. Regardless I pushed for further information.

"They don't seem to be friendly with each other."

"They aren't, apparently Abraham's little sister, was Dr. Carlisle Cullen's patient. She died of cancer under his care… and Abraham and his group have been angry with the Cullen's and Hale's ever since."

"That's so sad," I muttered, allowing my eyes to wander over to Abraham's table. For a moment, one of the boys from the table turned to make eye contact. It was the beautiful one; Elijah. His eyes peered into mine; ensnaring me. I couldn't move an inch, my heart began to race. But as he quickly looked away I regained my composure and looked away; embarrassed.

Fork was turning out to be an interesting town after all.

I know I've attempted similar stories, but I've now corrected my thought process on how to write this story. This one will be updated every other day. Starting January 2nd, 2019.