SeyixLuwa
Kathleen Swan wasn't new to the supernatural, not after she woke up at the age of 13, floating above her bed as the spirits of women echoed through her room. Since then, Katie could sense how death lingered in Forks, how her eyes pierced the murkiness of its abyss, her ears attuned to the whispers of the unseen plane. It wasn't normal, but neither was she.
With her ardent red hair that stuck out like a sore thumb, her smoky blue eyes that were tempered by an ancient calm, Katie wasn't the stereotypical 15-year-old sophomore. Unfortunately, she wasn't the only abnormal thing in Forks.
New arrivals from the unknown peaks of Alaska, an adoptive family of seven, shared too many traits to be a coincidence. Pale skin that looked more like marble from the Renaissance era. Dark shadows under their identical golden eyes, and the odd smell of death perfectly preserved, made Katie's bones ache.
Katie knew the legends, having been around Jacob's family enough to hear them in passing. She was no psychic, but she knew hanging around them could only end one way.
Unfortunately, Katie's half-sister seemed too entranced with the beauty of death, and no amount of sage would keep her from her eternal fate.