Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight

This story is rated M for a reason. And there won't be lemon-y reasons for a while. Violence, swearing, religion being made fun of and criticized. No Rape or human brutality.

…:::Chapter 1:::…

Confused Girl

I ran a hand through my hair in frustration, and looked up at the ceiling. Here I was sitting in the middle of my kitchen drinking water in the middle of the night after the same reason again.

I sighed and groaned, sitting here doing nothing but being breathless. These exotic dreams always left me breathless and wide awake. I looked at the window next to me and felt the moon's rays hitting my pale skin.

I wished if I just knew and remember the dreams. Only a voice. A hypnotizing voice calling "Isabella…

It was always whispering. The voice sent chills down my spine. Frustration ran through me. For once I would like to-

"Bella?" Renee, my housekeeper brought me back to reality. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" She looked at me confused, this is the fifth time that she caught be dazing out in the middle of the night sitting in the kitchen.

"Nothing Renee…I got to go sleep now" I hopped of the stool and raced upstairs, skipping as much steps as I could.

I jumped on my bed, pulling the covers over my head and hoped to sleep…

"Isabella…íoc aird gar…" The voice, it came again. This time I was fighting something, drowning. The voice was close. Very close…it seemed to warn me of something.

"Bella wake up or you will be late to work!" I felt someone shaking me, pulling me out of my dream. But the dream felt like a glue, it pulled me back.

I should fight against it and wake up. But the voice, his voice called my name in such melody that made it impossible to leave willingly. A shadow formed in front of me, it had a hint of muscularity. The voice, it was the owner, walking towards me. " íoc aird gar Isabella…" He said. This time I could estimate the boy's age.

"Bella!" With one last tug, I was out of my dream. I looked up from my bed, to my housekeeper, who was scowling. "How many times to I have to call your name young lady? Why don't you just quit! Why care about obtaining a job that makes you into a woman? Answer me!"

For the love of a cow, shut up.

"Renee, I woke up. Happy? What time is it?" I sat up. I was even more frustrated, that she ruined it for me. I was so close to talking to him. Did his looks draw people in a daze like his voice?

"You only have ten minutes! Ten, I tell you! You will never make it on time" She threw my work clothes at me and huffed, walking away.

"I can't do that" I replied to the annoying blond boy that kept on trying to get my number. Stupid piece of shit won't fuck away...

"Can I have your phone number?" He asked again, as if this time I would agree.

"No" I brushed him off. "No, no means no. Not now, not ever. The no will stay up, high up. A no, and still a no. Is that clear?" I glared daggers at him. If he doesn't go away, I am going to fuck his brain out with the bat that we keep at the side.

"Oh come on! Didn't you see how good I was? I didn't miss a beat when you roped me in that come-hither look of yours" He argued, trying yp

"I couldn't deny that "All right. Its 555-1200" I sighed and pretended to be genuine.

"That's the store number" He replied, dumbfound.

"How do you know that?"

He pointed to the Emerald city sign behind me "Because I'm literate"

'Wow. That puts you, like, ten steps above most of the guys that hit on me" I scowled.

"Next!" I yelled and moved to the side.

"I will have a Tall mocha frap, and… oh chocolate. A lot of chocolate, I love chocolate." A thirteen year old blond girl stood in front of me, ordering. Her eyes bright brown like the chocolate she wants. Her bubble gum clunking with every pop.

"Is that all?" I asked, shifting from one leg to the other as I waited.

"Yeah... but I don't know if I want a brownie with it or not…" she seemed to think, pointing with one hand on her chin.

I tapped on the counter then said. "Alright, I am going to make your drink. How about you decide when I come back?" I asked her.

"Okay…" She dragged out, still looking at the menu above my head. I moved away to get a plastic cup and did the process that has been done more than a thousand times.

It was such a long day, in few minutes I would be done with my shift. I poured everything in and mixed without looking, I felt like a robot.

"Here you go. So did you decide?" I asked her as I handed her drink in.

"Yeah, two brownies" She replied happily.

"Alright that will be 6.50 with tax" I showed her the screen as she reached in to her pocket and pulled out…nothing. She looked horrified as she stared down at her empty pocket. I counted silently in my head how many seconds did she take to look up, 48 seconds.

"I…don't have money" Her lips trembled.

Fuck my life…neither do I kiddo.

"Well, they sure won't pay for themselves." I smiled back at her and erased the numbers on the screen.

"I know…I just forgot my wallet. I will come back later" She promised and handed me back her drink, walking towards the door.

"How about I give you this as a treat. It was my lunch, but you could have it. I am bored of this food" I leaned in and said sweetly.

"Really?" She came back, as happy as ever, hands on counter and smiling her shit of.

"Really" I breathed out back, confirming what she heard. Of course I said it like that out of sarcasm but she didn't seem to get it, so I handed her the drink and the bag that I put two brownies in.

"Thank you so much, you just made my day!" She sipped her drink happily and skipped away.

"And you made mine, by making yours!" I called after her, grinning like an idiot. I may be bitch…but when I make someone's day, it makes proud of myself.

People were just starting to leave, it passed closing time. I turned around to do some cleaning when I saw my boss hands on his hips.

Alright so it makes me proud…my boss…not so much.

"That is coming right out of your paycheck" His accent was thick with Palestinian's accent.

"Yeah, it's cool" I smiled and walked past him.

"Hold on a minute. You're smiling… and your cheeks are red and your eyes are bright!" He looked at me wide eyed, I could see the wheels in his brains rolling. "Huda! Come here and look at this!" He called his wife, the other manager.

"What happened Hamza?" His wife was as beautiful as ever, her brown hair was pulled in a pony tail, leaving her eyes shimmering green.

"She has been cursed" He hissed to his wife, who gave him a look.

Hamza is a bit dramatic…but he is a doll, and I love having him as my manager, better than some white hobo looking fat guy eye fucking me.

Okay…so I might have taken that line from somewhere…

"Don't be ridiculous Hamza. She is just in love" She clasped her hands together. "I remember the time she walked in to apply for a job… as young as a seed, now she is all grown and –"

"I told you. She is cursed Huda!" He argued with his wife, he looked so confused it almost made him look cute.

"No she isn't Hamza" His wife put one hand on his shoulder and the other waved the towel in her hand.

"So she can work still?" He asked his wife, dumbfound.

"What -yes she can. We are, aren't we? Hamza sometimes you go too far" She scolded her husband. I smirked at the sight. Yeah, someone isn't going to be welcomed in bed tonight.

"I am sorry Bella, did he offend you in anyway?" she turned to me and asked.

"No, I am used to him by now. It's Hamza…what do you expect?" I laughed and worked my way through the tables.

"I can do these right now. It's nine at night, you have to go home dear" She called off before she went behind the counters and started cleaning.

"Are you sure?" I asked them.

"Yes, besides we don't want someone who gives away free food" He gave me his back and walked away, pretended to be disgusted.

"Oh come on! It was my first time!" I laughed and walked to the door.

"I know, and I am proud of you! You finally discovered the giving" He waved at me.

I shook my head and took my apron off, slipping into my coat.

"Bye Huda and Hamza!" I called as I closed the door.

"Bye Bella the dreamer" They called after me.

I am not a dreamer.

I laughed and walked around the corner and sighed happily. I saw my breath as it floated away in the cold. I looked up and saw the moon, as usual up in the sky and-

"Mhmpppf" I heard the sound of a horses.

Horses?

What were they doing in the middle of a city?

I frowned and went into an alley that was dark. This was the only shortcut that I could take, and I didn't want to walk a lot at night. That was the excuse that I told myself but the truth was that I wanted to go home faster because of my dreams…I wanted to sleep and get sucked into the world were my subconscious would trick me into believing the dangerous boy's voice. But they say that you can never create a face or a voice. It has to be heard or seen for maybe even a second in a crowd, a memory that you can't locate easily.

"Mhmpppf" The sound came again, but this time…it was right behind me.

"Obey, khul'Shalkrum" A sharp edged sword was pressed against my neck. Oh shit, I am going to die. This man is speaking in barbaric manner. That is it, I am going to get kidnapped, then raped then killed. I trembled and the thought of dyeing when I only so little of the world.

Maybe my dreams weren't some dreams…maybe someone is out there to guard me and direct me, I never listened… But it's too late now…

I am sooo dead.

"Help!" I started yelling, but couldn't move because of the man that was holding me, I only hung the bag to my chest then thought better of it and swung it in his face then pulled away as soon as he cursed at me. I ran as far as I could in the darkness, my heart was thumping hard in my chest…I was terrified, I didn't want to die. I swallowed hard, but felt my throat too dry, I looked back and saw that he wasn't behind me. I hope he doesn't follow me.

Please, please, please let him lose interest in me, I was about to turn my head forward but was already blocked, my feet were caught over thin air because I immediately tripped and flew into a muscular chest and a pair of strong arms…

CLIFF HANGER!

As if you guys haven't already realized it.

Hello Fanfics readers…the above is a Fae story that was previously put up in a different category…it got picked out due to some issues….This is a sequel to another story…Never knew I Could Roll That Way…

I never wrote a Fae story before…so this should be exciting!