This is a story of young Ophelia. She's normal....sort of...Acts like your typical teenager. Good student. Excellent grades, but one thing makes her stand out: Her long silky pitch black hair, her startling bright violet eyes that would capture anyone's attention.
Her life seemed nice enough, but her parents are constantly arguing.
What should she do?
In the end, she goes and lives with her Grandmother, and how will it turn out?
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I don't know if this would be a fanfic, but I am STILL very much obsessed with the Twilight Saga, so PLEASE forgive me, but I love Vampires and Werewolves. My life would be so boring without them. ;D
Let's just say, I never intended this to be a fanfic, so let's just stick with vampires and werewolves, ok?