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Wonderland

Prologue

It was a stormy night in late winter, and the snow danced around the windows of the vintage BMW in unique, never repeating patterns, covering the ground under its pale white veil. A brunette girl, awe in her doe-like eyes, intriguedly watched. It was the first snow of the year.

"This is beautiful," she whispered.

The boy to her side gave his neighbour an amused look, snorting. "Not if you're driving, it isn't."

The brunette sighed. "You shouldn't have agreed to drive me, then," she said. "I could have walked, and besides, it's not like the world would end if I didn't show up."

"Theoretically, I'd have to agree with you," the boy commented, "But you never go out. And you should. You know, be social for an hour or two..."

"Hey!"

"Sorry."

They drove on in silence, and the girl went back to amazedly staring out of her window. The boy, she knew, hated the winter. He despised the cold, the snow, the omnipresent white that seemed to mock him. But she loved it. She enjoyed witnessing the snow fall, seeing it cover up the littered sidewalks and once-green grass, adding its own unique touch of perfection to her hometown. Also, it presented a more than welcome change from the eternal boredom of her day-to-day life. And for that she was more than thankful.

As the dark blue vehicle made a turn to the right, now making its way down a very poorly lit street, the girl witnessed something else.

It was a monotonous sound, almost inaudible in the moment of its first inception, but increasingly growing louder as the car continued driving down the street. It unnerved the girl; she could not quite place the unknown noise — she had never heard quite the likes of it before — and it annoyed her to no end. Only several seconds of time and intense concentration allowed her to finally discover the origin of it, and as she did, she immediately spoke up.

"Stop the car," she ordered. The boy, the smallest of smiles on his thin lips, sighed but complied.

The brunette closed her eyes, concentrating on the noise. "Do you hear that?"

The boy looked back at her in confusion. "Hear what?"

"The screams."

Within the blink of an eye the BMW's doors flew open, the girl emerging from the vehicle in a haste so immense that its possibility had previously been unknown to her. Her companion chased after her, leaving the car behind him, unlocked and with opened doors.

"Wait!" he yelled. "For God's sake, this is dangerous!"

But the girl was determined. "We have to help."

Before he could possibly convince her otherwise, the girl had reached the dark and mysterious back alley, standing at the border of the shadows and taking a deep and pained breath at the terrible and cruel sight before her. Within the blink of an eye the boy had her back, taking her in his arms to save her from any kind of danger. And looking forward, wondering what could have her reacting like this.

There was no movement whatsoever in the alley, he noticed with dread; it was completely isolated. The screams too had died down. But then he directed his eyes further downwards, and saw why.

There she was, the little girl that the screams had originated from — lying in the bright white snow inanimately, the snow near her head having turned into a ghastly crimson that he instantly knew only blood could cause. Her skin had turned sickly pale in death, and her shoes lay several meters away from her corpse; signs of a fight. Her longe blonde curls were crimson at the edges and messy, and her eyes wide open and filled with fright.

She couldn't have been older than eight, he thought in terror. And now she wouldn't live to see the sunset.

"No," a whisper directed his attention back to the trembling brunette in his arms. "No, no, no. She...oh god."

The girl adamantly refused to believe what she was seeing.

"God won't help you now."

The girl looked up and froze. There, only few meters infront of her, stood a creature almost as pale as the snow surrounding it, its dark clothes, shining maroon eyes and blood smears near its mouth creating a stark contrast, slowly emerging from the shadows. Cold shivers ran down her back at the sight.

"Wh-who...?"

She never received her answer — instead, the creature sprinted towards her in inhumane speed, its eyes turning from maroon to pitch black. The girl closed her eyes, too cowardly to actually look what she knew to be her death in the eyes and cowering.

Only that death did not come.

She opened her eyes, and just as she did, heard the high-pitched, agonized scream of her driver, who now stood mere centimeters before her, the unknown man biting down into his neck.

Gasping, she realized that he must have sacrificed himself to save her.

"R..r-run...!" the boy managed to croak out in between the screams of intense agony. "G-go...n-now...!"

But she didn't. And with that one decision, she unknowingly changed her entire future.

A/N: Hello there! I got inspired listening to Taylor Swift's 'Wonderland' yesterday (hence the title), and here it is now, the first of many updates to come. This will be both a tragic and dramatic romance story, the story line will be slightly complex, the chapters will be long and updates frequent (about once a week). Also, our heroine will fall for a member of the Volturi, but all of that in due time.

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