My cliché life as Renesmee's twin
Reborn into the Twilight saga, not as an original character, but as Renesmee's twin, Carlie Cullen. I have the memories of my past life, but none of the control over my new, rapidly growing body. Navigating vampire politics, an imprinted wolf, and the unpredictable chaos of Forks, I must find my place in a world I only knew from fiction. Can I survive the supernatural world when my very existence is an anomaly, and my actions could unravel the future?
The world was a crushing weight, then a sudden lightness. I heard voices, muffled and strange, and felt the distinct sensation of being held, then transferred. Bright lights assaulted my eyes, followed by an agonizing burn that spread through my tiny form.
"I am sorry. I am sorry," a voice echoed, strong and deep, as I was rocked gently. It was Edward, my supposed father, his vampire hands surprisingly tender as they held me.
My lungs, suddenly free, let out a painful, unceasing wail. I was a baby, trapped in a screaming fit, my body overwhelmed. Reborn, but into a world of pain and confusion. I was in Twilight, and everything I knew was a lie, or rather, a fiction that had become my terrifying reality.
