Hi, hello, bonjour :)

One or two things you need to know before you start reading :D

First of all, I am French, so there might be some mistakes here and there ^^'

Second, this is my first Twilight FanFiction. It is a kind of a rewriting of the book with an OC. So, if you have read the books, you will see many similarities. Don't worry, it won't always be like this, I am just introducing my OC and the plot :)

In this story, Esme does exist but she isn't Carlisle's wife. The good people of Forks believe her to be his sister. I love her too much to write her off!

I hope you like it!

Feedback is always appreaciated so don't hesitate to leave a comment :D

Enjoy!

In the Olympics Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America. It was from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade that Renée Swan escaped with her two daughters: Isabella and Evangeline when there were only fourteen and three months old. It was in this town that they had been compelled to spend every summer until Isabella was fourteen. That was the year she finally put her foot down. Evangeline didn't have her sister's temper and she would have gone to Forks with her father if he hadn't decided to vacation with both of them in California for two weeks instead. Evangeline would spend the rest of the summer at her father's house, away from her sister and mother, happy to be alone. Isabella was the responsible one, taking care of both her mother and sister. Renée was her best friend but Evangeline was a stranger to her. She was a stranger to anyone, even to her mother.

It was to Forks that they now exiled themselves – an action that Isabella took with great horror. She detested Forks but loved Phoenix. She loved the sun and the blistering heat. She loved the vigorous, sprawling city. Evangeline didn't care about the change. She never fitted anywhere but she was content to live with her quiet father, away from her eccentric mother. Of course, she loved Renée. And she loved Phil, her step-father. But she preferred the quiet of Forks over the busy Phoenix.

"Girls," Renée said to her daughters – the last of a thousand times – before they got on the plane. "You don't have to do this."

She knew her eldest daughter hated Forks. She was worried she would regret her decision. She had spent the last seventeen years with her children and that was a change she wouldn't get over easily.

"I want to go," she lied. She'd always been a bad liar, but she'd been saying this lie so frequently lately that it sounded almost convincing now.

"Will you be okay, my little angel?" Renée asked Evangeline, cupping her left cheek with her hand. The small, quiet girl looked up. She was wearing a black hoodie, like she always did, and had her hood pulled up, hiding her face. She grabbed onto the ends of her sleeves and gave a small smile and nodded.

"I'll be fine, Mom," she said. She spoke so low Renée barely heard her, but she was used to it. She would rarely speak any louder.

"Tell Charlie I said hi."

Evangeline nodded. Isabella voiced it.

"I will."

"I'll see you soon. You can come right back as soon as you need me," Renée insisted. But the girls weren't fooled by their mother, they could see the sacrifice in her eyes behind the promise.

"Don't worry about us," Isabella urged. "It'll be great. I love you, Mom."

Renée hugged her for a minute before she turned towards Evangeline.

"Make friends in Forks, okay, honey?" Renée said, slipping her fingers in the hood and gently pulled it back from her daughter's head. Evangeline had bags under her blue eyes. She always had trouble sleeping and she didn't like make up. Her family barely noticed it anymore. Renée tenderly stroke her daughter's long brown hair before she hugged her like she had done with Bella. "Stay close to your sister, you only have one you know," she tried to joke. Evangeline smiled and looked down, pulling her hood back up to her face.

It's a four-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle, another hour in a small plane up to Port Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks. Both sisters stayed quiet. Evangeline was listening to music way to loud Isabella could hear it too. But she was used to it. That's all she ever did. Listen to music and close her eyes and leave far, far away from reality.

When they landed to Port Angeles, it was raining. Evangeline barely noticed it, Isabella wasn't surprised. She had already said her goodbyes to the sun. Charlie was waiting for them with the cruiser. Charlie was Police Chief Swan to the good people of Forks. Isabella's primary motivation behind buying a car, despite the scarcity of her funds, was that she refused to be driven around town in a car with red and blue lights on top. Nothing slows down traffic like a cop.

Charlie gave an awkward, one-armed hug to Isabella but embraced Evangeline with his arms wide opened. Isabella wasn't jealous. She didn't mind it at all. She was close to her mother, her sister was close to her father.

"Hey, Angie," he said before planting a kiss on the side of her head which was concealed by her black hood.

"Hi, Dad," she said, hugging him back. "How are you?" she asked. It was unusual for her to ask about someone. But she did love her father, and she had missed him deeply.

"I'm great," he smiled. "Happy you're here."

Evangeline quickly looked up and smiled at him before looking back at her feet.

"It's good to see you Bells," he said. "You haven't changed much. How's Renée?"

"Mom's fine. It's good to see you too, Charlie."

Her father sighed and it took her a second to figure out what was bothering him.

"Dad…" she corrected herself.

They didn't have much bags. There were no need for a winter wardrobe in Phoenix. But it barely fitted in the trunk of the cruiser and some bags had to be put on the backseats, next to Evangeline.

Once in their father's car, Charlie didn't try to make conversation which didn't bother his daughters. He knew how Isabella felt about Forks and he also knew Evangeline wouldn't mind the change of temperature, weather or landscape. He was more worried about her though, as she had always been the fragile one. He couldn't help but glance in the rear view window at his daughter in the backseat of his car. She was absentmindedly looking out the window with her headphones on, listening to the same playlist over and over again. It was loud and Korean, so she wouldn't be bothered by the lyrics. She didn't have to think. She could just listen to the beat and drone out everything else around her.

Neither of them were what anyone would call verbose and they didn't know what there was to say regardless. Isabella knew her father was more than a little confused by her decision – he knew how much she hated Forks. He understood why Evangeline was there. She would go wherever she was told to go. And she didn't share the same distaste of Forks as her big sister.

"I found a good car for you, really cheap," he announced, breaking the silence.

"What kind of car?" Isabella was suspicious of the way he said "good car for you" as opposed to just "good car."

"Well, it's a truck actually, a Chevy."

"Where did you find it?"

"Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?" La Push is the tiny Indian reservation on the coast.

"No."

"He used to go fishing with us during the summer," Charlie prompted. Isabella understood why she didn't remember him. She did a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from her memory.

"He's in a wheelchair now," Charlie continued when his daughter didn't respond, "so he can't drive anymore, and he offered to sell me his truck cheap."

"What year is it?" Isabella asked. She noticed his change of expression and understood he was hoping she wouldn't ask.

"Well, Billy's done a lot of work on the engine – it's only a few years old, really."

"When did he buy it?" she wouldn't give up that easily.

"He bought it in 1984, I think."

"Did he buy it new?"

"Well, no. I think it was new in the early sixities – or late fifties at the earliest," he admitted sheepishly.

"Ch – Dad, I don't really know anything about cars. I wouldn't be able to fix it if anything went wrong, and I couldn't afford a mechanic…"

"Really, Bella, the thing runs great. They don't build them like that anymore." Isabella held a sigh at "the thing."

"How cheap is cheap?"

"Well, honey, I kind of already bought it for you. As a homecoming gift."

Isabella rose on her seat.

"You didn't need to do that, Dad, I was going to buy myself a car."

"I don't mind. I want you to be happy here. Plus, the car isn't just for you. It's also for Angie."

Many thoughts crossed her minds. Free car. Be happy in Forks. Angie. She relaxed in her seat and sighed.

"That's really nice, Dad. Thanks. I really appreciate it."

She turned around and put her hand on her sister's knee. Evangeline's head moved to her left to see Isabella gesturing her to remove her headphones.

"Dad bought us a car," she said.

"He did?" she asked.

"Homecoming gift," she nodded.

"Thanks, Dad," Evangeline said, leaning forward to kiss his cheek.

"You're welcome, honey," he smiled. "Get back in your seat," he gently said, watching her in the rear view window.

It rained all the way from Port Angeles to Forks. Isabella couldn't look outside, the weather made her feel depressed. She was going to have to get used to it. As impossible as it sounded. It was beautiful, of course; she couldn't deny that. Everything was green: the trees, their trunks covered with moss, they branches hanging with a canopy of it, the ground covered with ferns. Even the air filtered down greenly through the leaves. It was too green – an alien planet.

Charlie stopped the car in front of the house. Isabella stared at it with chagrin. She knew the house was small but she'd remember it to be bigger. She heard both her father and sister get out of the car and followed them. It had stopped raining. But everything was grey. Green and grey. She hated it.

"The car looks great, Dad," she heard her sister say. She found the truck parked in the driveway. It was a faded red color, with big, rounded fenders and a bulbous cab. To her intense surprise, she loved it.

"It really does," she smiled.

"I'm glad you like it," he said gruffly, embarrassed.

He helped them get all their stuff upstairs. Their bedrooms were across from each other. Isabella's was facing the street and Evangeline the garden and forest. Charlie had cleared the room that was once his office. He bought new furniture too. When they were younger and still came in the summer, they used to sleep in the same room. But Charlie thought they were old enough now and needed their privacy. He bought two desks, containing school supplies he guessed they would need, but all the furniture in Evangeline's room was brand new.

"I cleared this room out. Thought you'd both prefer to have a room of your own."

"It's great, Ch – Dad," she thanked him.

"The desk is new," he said, entering her bedroom. "It's a good work lamp, too," he added, pointing at it. "The sheets are new too, you like purple, right?"

"It's great, Dad," she nodded.

He nodded back and turned around to join Evangeline in her room. "I got you white sheets, I know you prefer black but…"

"It looks good, Dad," she cut him off, smiling at him. She had pulled her hood down. "Thanks."

There was a moment of silence before Charlie finally left, leaving the two sisters alone. Their eyes met and they wordlessly looked at each other for a minute before they took a step towards their doors and closed them.