A/N: So I wanted to finish this series up - for some reason I've been thinking about it a lot lately and I've pretty well got it into my head how it's going to end. I never knew before so it was hard to write... hence the 5 years of writer's block or whatever its been. But when reading the first books I've cringed at so many silly mistakes that I have to edit all the stories first. Plus it should help me get back into the groove. I'm already onto the third story but it takes so long to upload and edit on here that I'll do it in pieces. The story is still going to essentially be the same - but will be twigged in some parts. Hope you still enjoy. =)

Chapter One

I woke up like I always did; the sharp, persistent beeping of an alarm clock pulling me unwillingly and struggling from a better place. Sleep hung like a heavy veil over my mind as I tried to fathom where I was – who I was. I reached over to the bedside table and slammed my hand on the snooze button. I was sure that it couldn't possibly be morning already. I had just shut my eyes a second ago. I was about to settle back into the waves of sleep when the bedroom door creaked open and an unfamiliar woman's voice pulled me suddenly into full alertness.

"Honey, you really should get up or you'll miss your first day of school."

I scrambled as quickly as my sleep heavy limbs would allow, trying to put the bed between the intruder and myself.

The women looked at me wide-eyed, an expression that looked half amused half concerned playing on her face. Her large, deep blue eyes instantly took me aback. Noticeably stunning, even with my growing panic. She suddenly smiled, her lips pulling tight and almost disappearing but revealing large, straight, ridiculously white teeth. I shook my head. I had to stop mentally complimenting my attractive intruder. Though, in my defence, nothing about her seemed aggressive.

"You are so thick in the morning!" she laughed. "Tell me, are you orientated enough to tell me if I look good for my first day? Does this say 'fun yet capable teacher' or 'my students will eat me alive'?"

She pushed the door wider to allow me to see what she was wearing – black pants with a high-waist and a purple blouse.

The motion of the door suddenly brought me to my senses. I felt my mouth open as I realised that my room was not the room I fell asleep in. I felt a hot, angry ball of panic form in my chest and burn its way towards my stomach. I started to pant as I frantically looked around for anything that was my own. I came up empty. Nothing in this room was the same as my bedroom. The space was big where mine was tiny; the furniture was modern where mine was second hand and the bed was comfortable where mine was hard and lumpy.

"Are you alright?" The woman laughed nervously. I felt slightly ridiculous for thinking that I needed to put furniture between us. She seemed more worried for me than a danger to me, plus, even though she appeared to be in her thirties, she had a fairly athletic looking physique.

"I'm fine," I croaked, relief flooding me as I found that my voice, at least, was my own. "I'm still asleep." I realised and I felt my panic begin to subside. Of course I was dreaming. I almost laughed that my first response was thinking aliens had abducted me.

"Well, wake up now Leighton!" she gestured wildly with her hands. I felt a shock at how she used my name so casually, so familiarly. "Today is an important day for the both of us. What time did you go to bed last night? I told you to make sure you had a good night's sleep." Her tone was stern, so much like my mother's that I found myself standing up a little straighter. "I know you don't think Forks was a good choice," she said, her voice softer this time, "but this is a fresh start for us, and I want you to give it a chance to surprise you."

I felt my mouth fall open again. Forks? I instinctively looked at the bookcase. It was basically empty compared to my real bookcase that was packed with books of every genre. So it could have been a coincidence that, though there were other popular titles like the Harry Potter series, there was a noticeable absent of those four thick, black books that had pride of place on the shelves of millions of people on the planet. The Twilight series was not in this dream, which was kind of weird considering I was dreaming I was in Forks – the location of said novels. I didn't understand why this lady seemed to think I had previously resisted the idea of coming to Forks. The Leighton I knew would have been sitting in the car a week in advance to not miss the move.

"Argh!" The lady yelled theatrically, throwing her hands in the air again.

Note to self, I thought, talks with her hands. Keep safe distance.

I paused as my thoughts turned to my mother. Was this woman her dream version? It didn't seem likely to me. My mom was dark where this lady was light. Not in looks, they both had similar ivory skin tone, but in aurora. I was sure that I had dreamt of my mother before, and she was never like this. Before she always had that fuzzy, dream-quality where the person was prone to turning into someone completely different halfway through. This person seemed different; sharp in her clarity.

"I'm leaving you to shower and get dressed for school. I expect you to be down stairs before I have to leave!" she continued her rant, hands flying everywhere, but before she closed the door again she said, in a small voice, "I really need you to wish me luck before I go." Her face expression turned slightly pleading. I could tell she was nervous for her first day at wherever she was going and wanted the support of me. Her daughter? I wondered. One thing was clear; this was not my mother I was dreaming of. Not even in my wildest dreams would my mom show me weakness in herself. In fact, besides a moment or two where she looked slightly dismayed at the size of the jeans she was trying on, I was quite sure that my mom didn't actually have any weakness… or any feelings at all. I stood for a moment, still truly puzzled. I kept expecting the dream to start turning hazy at any moment, so I stared at the wardrobe doors but they remained perfectly clear. There was an open door beside them that led to a room with a tiled floor - a bathroom. I walked towards it, taking extra care to make sure that each of my feet planted securely on the ground. I didn't actually think I would make it to the bathroom. This was about the time I flew into the ceiling, or the room melted away into something else. But I made it there in one piece, nothing changed.

I walked towards the sink and turned on the faucet, letting the cold-water splash up onto my pyjama pants (I noted that they were not the ones I went to bed in). I put my hands under the flow and splashed my face, recoiling instantly from the freezing water. I dried my face on my shirt. This was already, beyond a doubt, the strangest dream I had ever had. The water was cold. I felt it on my face. I could never remember feeling anything in a dream before – nothing physical anyway. Everything thing I touched was peculiar in how ordinary it felt; how un-dreamlike. I was also surprised that the cold shock of the water didn't wake me up.

I caught my reflection in the mirror and was instantly taken aback by my eyes. They were the same shape, in the same position as they always were but they colour was different. Instead of my ordinary hazel – a fusion of brown and dirty green – they were the same deep blue of the lady who was now downstairs. I pushed my face against the mirror as close as I could get. Standing on my tiptoes, I studied the colour and the shape. I poked my eyeballs (wet and it hurt). I looked carefully at the rest of my face, pinching my cheeks and examining my nose. It seemed so bizarre to see myself – the same in every other way but at the same time completely changed by my eye colour. I closed my eyes and then opened them again suddenly – still blue. I walked out of the room and ran back again – still blue. Finally convinced that my eye colour did not seem to be hiding somewhere I went to the full-length mirror in the bedroom to see what else might be different.

It must have been moving from the cold bathroom tiles to the warm bedroom carpet but I suddenly realised I was freeing. I paused and thought I could hear the light patter of rain outside. The books did say that it rained a lot in Forks.

I opened the wardrobe and nodded appreciatively at my reflection. Even in my baggy pyjamas I could see that I was a lot fitter then I really was. I laughed at myself. This was definitely a dream. My legs were almost slender, my calves and thighs lined with muscles that I could tense. I made a mental note to go to the gym when I woke up. Can look attractive with exercise. I wasn't entirely sure but I even thought my boobs might have been a cup size bigger. I weighed them in my hands and shrugged. Definitely didn't feel too bad.

Now that I was standing practically naked in front of the mirror, satisfied I had checked myself out thoroughly, I causally fingered through the small amount of clothes hanging up. I noticed that there were two boxed stuffed in the bottom of the wardrobe. One labeled Leighton's Clothes the other Leighton's Stuff. I had moved houses enough time in my life to hate packing and unpacking with unrivalled passion. Even my curiosity couldn't make me look into the boxes. I made a selection of clothes from what was already unpacked – although I did consider going naked for a moment. It was my dream after all and I was hot. I decided on clothes when I remembered how quickly that could tempt this dream into nightmare territory. I found myself happy with my dream self's fashion taste. I had a nice choice of jeans, dressed and t-shirts. I decided on a pair of black skinny jeans and a warm, grey turtle neck sweater. I pulled on some socks and sneakers. You never know when you might need practical dream footwear.

I stopped for a moment and quickly swung around to look at the room, half expecting a vampire hiding in the corner. It was empty, and I laughed at myself. I was giddy with how strange this all was. I noticed a black backpack and parka sitting next to the door and I suddenly realised that I must have been going to school. Suddenly, it seemed so obvious. I'd had this dream before a hundred times. Well, not this exact dream. Each time I'd moved to a new town I'd had a dream vaguely similar. I'd arrive at the school and it was usually dark and daunting, fuzzy around the edges and I always wake with more dread then I went to sleep with. It didn't make sense that I was having this dream now that I had graduated high school. I must have had something on my mind that triggered the old feelings. I knew that I shouldn't have eaten so much chocolate before I went to sleep. It always made me have wild dreams.

I picked up the parka and the backpack. It was slightly heavy, already packed and left waiting by the door. I smiled, dream me was clearly more organised and interested in her education then real me. I liked it.

As I made my way down stairs I noted that the house was clearly in the early stages of moving in. Everything was bare except for sparse furniture and unpacked boxes. I found my dream mother in the kitchen.

"Mrs. Summers?" I asked. I was curious if I had the same last name that I had in waking life.

"Good. I look like a teacher then?" she laughed, looking over from the sink under the window. I let my eyes linger for a moment on the green tree blowing in the slight sleet outside the window. It had thick green foliage and a deep brow bark that wasn't any species I had ever seen before. It certainly was native to Houston – Texas – where I currently lived.

I looked back to my mum – well I didn't know for sure she was my mum, but that was what my mind seemed to naturally jump to. She was a teacher. Maybe that was why she had such tenderness when she looked at me.

"I've made you breakfast," she nodded towards two pieces of toast spread with jelly on a plate on the bench. I negotiated my way through the boxes and a table towards to food. Oddly, I was hungry.

"I haven't quite figured out how to use the dishwasher," she laughed as she wiped her wet hands on her pants leaving wet handprints. "Shit," she cursed, then grabbed a tea towel to dab her pants dry. "Is the outfit ruined?"

"No." I said through a mouthful of toast. It tasted like normal toast. "You look nice."

"Thank you my darling," she said, smiling. It felt odd for my mum to accept a compliment without suspicion. "But can I make a suggestion to you?"

I scowled, almost forgetting that this was not my real mum. It felt so natural somehow.

"It's a tiny tip," she added softly. "Maybe you should think about doing something with your hair. I know I'm not exactly up with the trends, but I think brushing is still in style."

I quickly patted my hair. The elastic that must have been hanging on for dear life tumbled onto the bench. I could feel a solid bird's nest at the back of my head.

"Oh," I mouthed. I was too distracted by my face to notice my hair when I was looking in the mirror earlier. "I'll fix it up."

Mum raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow and I found myself a little glad that my real mum wasn't quite as pretty as this one. It was a little bit disheartening to have your mum better presented than you.

"Well you had better do it quickly. You are running late! It will take me at least 15 minutes to drive to the reservation."

I paused for a second at her reference to the reservation. I knew where she meant. La Push beach and the Quileute tribe. That was where Jacob and Billy Black lived and, as we discovered in the second book in the Twilight Saga, the rest of the werewolf tribe. I tried not to perk up at the thought of a dream with Jacob Black in it. Let's just say I would probably melt into a puddle of mush if I ever saw someone as hot as him around. I smirked; maybe this would be a very, very good dream.

I'd admit to anyone that I wasn't really that into the love story between Edward and Bella. I enjoyed the story, sure, but I think there was something holding me back from becoming fully entwined in all the feelings. It seemed too unbelievable to me, and not because it was about vampires and werewolves but because it was about love. Nothing in my limited love life had felt close to what was described and I was dubious if the feelings existed at all.

"I'll only be twenty seconds," I promised and I raced up the stairs, quickly found a brush and pulled my hair into a respectable pony tail and was back down stairs in a minute. Mum was waiting for me by the front door.

"Here are your keys." She tossed me car keys, which I didn't catch. She rolled her eyes. "I have to run but I'll see you back here straight after so you can tell me about Forks High School and I'll tell you about La Push High School?"

"See you. Good luck!" I waved as she disappeared out the door and I let it sink in that this wasn't going to be an erotic Jacob Black dream. Oh well.

I picked the keys up off the floor and adjusted my backpack. I had no idea what was waiting for me outside. I prayed that it wasn't zombies – I had been dreaming about zombies a lot lately. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.