(BPOV)

I'm going to live with my father in Forks. It's a four-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle, another hour in a small plane up to Port Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks. Flying doesn't bother me; the hour in the car with Charlie, though, I was a little worried about. Pleased that I was coming to live with him for the first time with any degree of permanence. Charlie had really been fairly nice about the whole thing. He seemed genuinely.

When I landed in Port Angeles, it was raining. I didn't see it as an omen — just unavoidable. I'd already said my goodbyes to the sun.

Charlie was waiting for me with the cruiser. This I was expecting, too. Charlie is

Police Chief Swan to the good people of Forks.

"It's good to see you, Bells," he said, smiling as he automatically caught and steadied me. "You haven't changed much. How's Renée?"

"Mom's fine. It's good to see you, too, Dad." I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie to his face.

I had only a few bags.

It all fit easily into the trunk of the cruiser.

"I found a good car for you, really cheap," he announced when we were strapped in.

"What kind of car?"

"Well, it's a truck actually, a Chevy."

"Where did you find it?"

"Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?" La Push is the tiny Indian reservation on the coast.

"No."

"He used to go fishing with us during the summer," Charlie prompted. "He's in a wheelchair now," Charlie continued when I didn't respond, "So he can't drive anymore, and he offered to sell me his truck cheap."

"What year is it?"

"Well, Billy's done a lot of work on the engine — it's only a few years old, really."

"When did he buy it?"

"He bought it in 1984, I think."

"Did he buy it new?"

"Well, no. I think it was new in the early sixties — or late fifties at the earliest," he admitted sheepishly.

"Ch — Dad, I don't really know anything about cars. I wouldn't be able to fix it if anything went wrong, and I couldn't afford a mechanic…"

"Really, Bella, the thing runs great. They don't build them like that anymore."

"How cheap is cheap?" After all, that was the part I couldn't compromise on.

"Well, honey, I kind of already bought it for you. As a homecoming gift."

Charlie peeked sideways at me with a hopeful expression.

"You didn't need to do that, Dad. I was going to buy myself a car."

"I don't mind. I want you to be happy here." He was looking ahead at the road when he said this. Charlie wasn't comfortable with expressing his emotions out loud.

I inherited that from him. So I was looking straight ahead as I responded in that moment something hard knocked me and then it all went black. The only thing I could here was the ambulance but after that I couldn't hear nor see anything.

(EPOV)

I must go and see my father. I entered the hospital and headed directly to Carlisle's office. "What are you doing here Edward?" Carlisle asked. "Ummm…..well I wanted to inform you about Alice's vision."

"Ok then what did she see?" He asked in a low voice that only vampires could here."Err….she saw a human living with us."

"WHAT?!" Carlisle was screaming now. So many questions ran through his head; the last question was if she knew what we are I just nodded to answer his question. The nurse came and told him that the ambulance he was waiting for had just arrived.

A man in his mid-forties just entered the ER he was so worried about his daughter I could see her face in his mind she was the same human from Alice's vision and I could know that her name is Bella. The girl, Bella, was carried into the room she was unconscious. Suddenly it hit me her scent was so strong. The other part of me carved for her blood. I had to get out of here before I lose my control. I ran as fast I could. I could see Carlisle confused.