Completely AU idea that wouldn't leave me be until I wrote it. So, here goes. Warnings are language, violence, and sexual situations.

POV's will vary. If they're unmarked, that's Kelly's point of view.

As always, feedback is appreciated.

I couldn't say my life had been lonely. I suppose I'd never really craved companionship, not like the rest of the people my age. I preferred to be on my own, really. It wasn't that I didn't have things in common with other teenagers; we watched the same movies and liked the same music, had the same arguments with our parents. I wasn't outwardly rude either, and there were girls and boys around me that I had a certain fondness for, but I hardly considered them my friends.

It wasn't until I'd lost everything that I knew what true loneliness was - but I supposed that's how it usually went.

Back then, I was content, really, to live like I had been. My family was small, and though I used to wish for siblings every now and then, all in all it was nice to be the only child. I was lavished with more gifts, attention, and praise than I would have been had there been another kid around, so I was lucky, really. Although it was hard not to be jealous, at times, of the girls at school who had sisters to swap clothes with, or an older brother to look up to. Still, I couldn't say my life was unpleasant.

Except for, you know, the whole massacre thing.

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Alice POV

It was weird-scratch that. It was scary to see Emmett like this. He hadn't cracked that adorable, boyish smile in days, and it was starting to really irritate me. No matter what mood I was in, one grin from my bro and I felt on top of the world. So, needless to say, my anger with Rosalie was increasing almost by the second.

She was...well, in terms the rest of my family was too nice to use, a bitch. She was bent on having a child, especially since during the beginning of this, my hundredth, or so it felt like, junior year a girl in my class-Bella Swan-had gotten knocked up by her Quileute boyfriend and had since relocated to the Reservation and was living, according to most sources, a perfectly happy ever after. Having disliked Bella from the get-go, this had only fueled Rosalie's aggravation, and perhaps this had been the final straw that pushed her off the edge (but really, it wasn't like she had that far to go anyway).

So, selfish as always, Rose up and left us, promising Em to return "someday" with a child, so that their little family would be complete. The thing with Rosalie was that she didn't realize what she had under her nose, not until it was gone.

And between you and me (and Edward...and Jasper. I should probably have told Emmett, too...ah well, he'd get slapped in the face with realization soon enough) Rose was about to lose it all. Forever.

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I only had a name to go on, the name of an aunt I hadn't seen since I was a newborn. Maureen Weber, with an address in Forks, Washington. I'd only been to that part of the country once, on a camping trip with my parents and some of their friends, so I really had no idea what to expect. The caseworker for the state (she was my seventh one; kids got knocked around in the system like pool balls) informed me that Maureen and her daughter, Angela, would be picking me up from the Sea-Tac airport and we'd be driving to Forks, to my new home.

"You'll finally be able to have a little quiet. Won't that be nice?" The caseworker simpered. A nice lady, really, but she was weighed down with hundreds of other cases, some better, some worse, than mine, and she had little time for anything else but a few words and a sincerity that may or may not have been faked.

Because I was underage and because of the...unpleasant circumstances of my previous behaviors (I'd tried to runaway from the various foster homes they'd stuck me in while searching for my relatives), the caseworker had been assigned to travel with me until handing me off to my family.

The flight passed, boring as ever, as most flights were. The peanuts and small glass of sprite did little to satisfy any real hunger or thirst. I shuddered as I realized this must have been what she had felt like...one human life was simply not enough to sate the need...

"We're nearly there...do you have your bag?"

I blinked and looked around. The caseworker was leading me down the jetbridge, into the terminal. Sea-Tac, though it was nearing nine in the evening, was crowded and buzzing with noise. I relaxed a little. In the confusion of so many people, had anyone...anything...followed me here, it would be fairly easy to lose them, even if only for a few seconds...

"Ah, there they are!"

But I wasn't looking at my aunt and cousin, who I saw waving enthusiastically out of the corner of my eye. I was looking, with a mixture of horror and fascination, at a group of people so perfectly beautiful it was criminal. A tiny, thin girl with wildly cut hair, a tall blonde boy with a surly expression on his face, as though he detested crowds...and then him. Muscular, brown-haired, dimples easily seen from across the room. I couldn't say what drew my gaze to him above the others-they were all the same thing, I knew, knew all too well. The pale skin, the litheness and poise they had even when standing still, their extreme good looks. And yet I noticed something else, too, something about their eyes. Not red, not mad with lust, but a warm brown, like melted caramel.

The tiny girl said something and the two boys laughed. The brown-haired boy flashed a smile, and I felt myself weaken at the sight of it. That was a real smile, I was sure of it. It was adorable and handsome at the same time, the kind of gesture that would make anybody feel welcome, even if the smile wasn't aimed at them. He looked up, then, his eyes meeting mine for a fraction of a second.

That's all it takes, you see, for your world to crumble down around you.

The caseworker tugged on my arm, pulling me toward my aunt. I glanced back, but the boy wasn't looking at me any more, instead focused on two new people to join the group, a man with slicked blond hair and an extremely kind face, and a woman, who though she possessed the same traits of those around her, was much more human, somehow, soft and beautiful and just as kind as the man she held hands with.

I chuckled darkly at how my life was beginning to play out like a second-rate horror film, then turned to greet my new family, my new life.

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Emmett POV

It was all bullshit, if you ask me. I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted to betray Rose, not like she'd betrayed me. It wasn't like I had, though. All I did was look at that girl. Was smell her.

I guess that's all it takes for your world to crumble down around you.

Alice was annoying about the whole damn thing, big shocker. "She looks nice." She kept saying, "we should introduce ourselves. She's going to Forks. That's Angela Weber, she's in mine and Edward's class."

Jasper shrugged, indifferent either way. He was pissed about being here, because he hated being reminded that he was weak, as he seemed to be much more thirsty than the rest of us around all these humans. He didn't need to worry, though. I'd told him I'd sock him in the face, maybe rip off a limb or two, if he made a move toward anybody.

"She really does look cool." Alice said, looking over one more time at the girl.

She probably was, for all I knew. But more than anything, to me, she looked lonely.

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"And this is your room." Angela said, showing me into the room off the front door. "If you don't like it you can change whatever you want. We just figured it'd be nice for you to have your stuff out."

Once the Weber's had been located, I'd shipped most of my stuff out to them, so I didn't have to take ten suite cases full of my bedding, books, and mementos. All in all, it wasn't all that bad. The room wasn't large, but it wasn't tiny, either. A double bed was in the middle of the room, my dark green bedspread and sheets neatly made up. There was a small desk, empty at the moment, a shelving unit mounted to the wall that held all my books, and all of my clothes had been hung up in the small closet. There was a window, too, net curtains allowing a the light from the street lamp to filter in.

"Thanks." I said, not sure how to respond. It'd been a long time since anybody had done something for me.

Angela smiled. "No problem. Tomorrow I'll take you around town, if you want. And on Monday, well we have some classes together, so I'll do my best to show you around school. You can meet my friends, they're really great, I think you'll like them!"

I shrugged. "We'll see." I said noncommittally. It wasn't that I was ungrateful for Angela's kindness or willingness, not by any means. It was that I was angry, unimaginably so, with myself, irritated and despite my past, despite the nightmares, curious.

Goddamn vampires, I thought, following Angela down to the kitchen, where Maureen had set a late dinner on the table. For once, though, I wasn't thinking of carnage and curly hair like fire. No, I was thinking of warm butterscotch eyes and a smile to brighten any day.

Next chapter to follow shortly.