__________________BASED ON THE TWILIGHT SAGA__________________________________
Shooting Stars
Chapter 2: When did it become okay to think the blood suckers twin is hot?
Jacob's POV

        There was a knock at the door. Edward jumped up and ran over there and opened it.
" I'm sorry miss you must have the wrong house" He probably read her mind.
"No, Edward i don't" spoke the most heavenly voice i ever heard. This girl was a vamp, that i could hear anyway but why would I like the sound of her voice? Blondie's voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard. But this was different.
"A-Annabelle? No, no it can't be you, you- it was too late for you."
"Edward, who is it? is everything okay? Bella asked concerned.
"I'm quite sure I am Annabelle, your twin sister, born on June 8th, 1902, five minuets after you, my favorite human meal was boiled rice and our family died of Spanish Influenza- except you and me."
" Oh my god." Edward whispered.
      He let her in to meet us, I guess. She danced around greeting everyone by name. As if she knew us our whole lives. Esme and Bella were the most confused. They didn't know how to act or what to say. When she pranced my way, I felt warm. I got dizzy and all I could see was her face. My limbs went numb and my face couldn't move.
" Hello Jacob. It's so nice to meet you." and with that she gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. The last thing i noticed about her was that she didn't smell bad or feel cold. She smelled like cedar and honey and spearmint. Annabelle was so beautiful I couldn't stand to be away from her at that moment when we meet. Edward's voice bellowed.
" HOW dare you imprint on my sister!"