Outcast

This is my first fan fiction so please be nice! I would really like it if you review. Constructive criticism is very welcome. The great Stephanie Meyer owns it all, except for Sam, she's mine. Hope you like it!

Prologue

That which is dead doesn't always stay dead. Death doesn't always mean the end. There are dark ways of how one can live even after their death. There is a way which mocks and haunts death even further, a climax coveted by many foolish humans.

The path of the immortals.

Chapter 1: No Way!

It was Saturday night and of course the history of all Saturday nights was repeating itself once more. I heard my mum yell at the top of her lungs, "Sam, come on your friends are waiting for you!" I could hear her marching up the stairs in her six-inch high stilettos. She came in and as usual, she sighed.

"Why are you wasting your life, sweetie?" she said as she pulled the covers off my head and drew the curtains open. It was half past six and since it was July, so the sun was still up and shining. I cringed away from the bright light as I had been only using my dim nightlight while I ducked under the covers to read. Man, I sounded like such a nerdy emo, if such a thing existed. But I wasn't always like this.

I was one of the coolest, meanest girls in school four years ago, that is until my father left my mum and me for some foreign Italian bitch. My mum could not get over him so instead of trying to slowly recover, she started doing the same: Searching for tanned, testosterone filled perverts to make her forget her failed love life. And that was what she was going to do tonight. I just hoped they could get a room this time. It was already bad enough me doing all the work and cooking while cleaning. Yeah, that does change your views in life, doesn't it? Suddenly, eating seemed way more important than manicures when I was starving. Fortunately, my mother came from a wealthy family, so she didn't have to go to work. She and I were what was left of the family.

"Mum, I'm not really wasting my life. I just don't want to go." I told her matter-of-factly without stopping reading. There was no way my mum or my friends could get me out of my room. I looked up and saw her wearing her Dior red dress which exposed a lot of cleavage and her Prada heels. She looked like a freakishly beautiful supermodel with her tended raven black hair and long tanned legs. I sometimes wondered how moronic my father was to lose her.

I, on the other hand looked like a loser with untamable long dark brown hair and bags below my eyes. People would often tell me to go to the doctor or something as I had a milky white complexion with complex eyes that changed colour every now and then. I stopped reading as I heard the two traitors marching over to my room in their new studded stilettos. This was going to end badly, very badly for me. She sighed once more and went to her room, probably applying more lipstick as if seven covers weren't enough. My friends came in looking all doll-ified.

"Come on, Sam! The guys are going to pick us up at eight thirty. There is no way that you're going to ditch this party." said Courtney in a frustrated voice. I scowled but Dakota didn't even give me the chance to open my mouth. "Yeah, it's going to be the coolest party of the century. You don't want to be known as the loser who missed the tightest party ever to stay home reading a geeky book, do you?"

"Guys, I've already told you that 'Club Envy' is not the right place for me. The music is too loud and the people there are simply rude savages who like to spill vodkas all over people's new outfits" I said in one long breath remembering my ruined Gucci dress. It had cost me a fortune and I only got to wear it once before some jerk ruined it.