Disclaimer: I do not own twilight, on my OC's and the changes of this storyline.

Warnings- I'll put then on the top of each chapter.

The updates of this book may be a bit random since I am currently writing another book (Toujours Pur). This book was a spur of the moment random decision I made since there are barely any Volturi kings x MaleOC.

Dearest cousin

A few thousand years have passed now since we were last in contact, and a lot has happened in this massive time span.

We didn't separate with on the best of times, but hear me out, ok?

How are you and your coven? Edward? Renesmee?

I heard about sweet Alice's demise and wanted to send your coven my deepest condolences. She was a cherished friend of mine when we were younger, it was saddening for me when we lost contact a millennia ago.

I know we never did hold the closest of relationships, but I wish to be present at her funeral if your coven would allow me, to pay my respects.

Sincerely,

? ﾝﾓﾾ? ﾝﾓﾲ? ﾝﾓﾷ ? ﾝﾓﾸ? ﾝﾓﾽ? ﾝﾓﾻ?

This life isn't my first. It is, in fact, my second.

I was reincarnated here, you see.

This life has been good to me, it's given me adventure, a family to call my own and eternal love. I honestly couldn't ask for more.

In my former, I was the perfect textbook human being. Average in anything I ever did. It was very dull compared to the one I am living now.

Although, this life wouldn't have been so fulfilling and fun if I hadn't read the books about the universe in my previous one.

I wasn't a big fan of twilight, the characters pissed me off most of the time, but I wouldn't ask to be reborn anywhere else now.

Born on the 25th of November, 1988, I was reincarnated into the twilight universe as Bella Swan's younger cousin.

How utterly cliche.

The first decade and a half of my life were boring, the only interactions I had with Bella being when my parents and I stayed with uncle Charlie for a week during the summer.

I spend the majority of my younger years researching about vampires and studying various languages. I was hailed as a prodigy for having 'knowledge beyond my years'. If only they knew.

I wasn't planning on getting mixed up with Bella and all her drama, besides, the girl practically despised me for no known reason!

From the age of 8 onwards, she used to run away from me when I tried to talk to her and exclude me from any games that she was playing.

It's not like I minded anyway, I always had my head in a book, studying for the future. Hey, I've got to be prepared if I do end up somehow coming face to face with a vampire!

My plans changed a few weeks before my sixteenth birthday.

It was nothing I could have ever foreseen to happen.

Me and my parents were attacked by a newborn vampire in our home one night in early September.

To this day it is still heartbreaking for me to remember my last moments with my second parents. Although, the night did reveal some rather startling information.

That was also the night I found out that my mother was a witch.

Apparently, she came from a long line of witches that had practised the craft for thousands of years. And I had been kept oblivious of this fact for my whole life because there was only one way to trigger a male witch's latent powers.

By killing someone, accidentally or on purpose.

My mother didn't want me to ever have to go through the trauma of killing somebody, but unfortunately, she had no choice in the matter. It seems that my being a witch was inevitable.

Both of my parents perished that night, my father was drunk dry before my mother could protect him, and she died by exerting too much magic shielding me. My mother didn't have an affinity in defensive magic, something she deeply resented in those last agonising moments of her life.

So I was left alone to fight this newborn, my feeble human self.

Honestly, it was a stroke of immense luck that I managed to kill the newborn. It had no sense of restraint or coordination, so when I saw it stumble for the slightest of moments, that's when I chose to stab it through its eye.

I'm not going to go into detail of how I managed to dismember the newborn because it was a gruesome and tiresome affair, but I managed to finally set it on fire. I watched as it burned in my once cosy living room with no remorse.

My witch powers awakened soon after.

They exploded out of me in a violent burst of pure power, destroying my surroundings, leaving me standing in the wreckage of my formerly peaceful home.

I was later picked up by the medics that had been called by one of the nearby neighbours, dubbed as the miraculous survivor of a tragic gas leakage.

I was sent to live with my maternal grandparents who knew that what happened wasn't just a mere gas leak. My grandmother herself was a powerful witch so taught me all she knew about the basic abilities of a witch.

For a while, my life seemed to have calmed down, but unfortunately, my peace couldn't seem to last.

My grandmother died from a heart attack a few months from my 17 birthday, my grandfather following soon after from a broken heart.

They were true mates, one could not live long without the other. True mates are beings that are destined for each other, they live and breathe for each other.

It took a while for me to get over my grief, losing four of my closest relatives in the span of just two years was utterly heartbreaking for me.

But, eventually, I decided it was time to move on. I had made my decision. I was no longer going to avoid the supernatural world, it seemed as if I would never escape its clutches.

So, there I was. On the 31st of August, 2005, I moved to Forks, Washington, to live with my Uncle Charlie and Cousin Bella Swan.

At the time I arrived just so happened to be a couple of weeks before Bella's disastrous 18th birthday.

Well, the peace was lovely while it lasted.