A/N: This is inspired by Hana Pestle's song Need. I do not own the fabulous characters in this story…Stephenie Meyer does (duh!) This IS my first fanfic so please be nice…constructive criticism works! I hope to put in one chapter up a day but we'll just see how it goes. I go back to school tomorrow so I might end up forgetting about this story. And my schedule might become too hectic and I'll probably only be able to update once a week. :( But just stay with me! Alright I'll let you get to reading, but first off…THE FULL SUMMARY!

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SUMMARY

It's been 90 years since Bella last saw Edward. And a lot has changed…especially Bella. She is now a vampire, turned by Victoria. The night Bella was changed, she left Forks and stayed away from there for 52 years. After a while, though, she felt the need to come back to the place she used to call home. Now it's been six years and she's still living in Forks, keeping up the façade that she's human (A/N: I know. I used a butt load of math, but I had to). But what will she do when the inevitable happens? The Cullens return to Forks and it causes a lot of old scars to be rehashed. Will Bella run away again? Or will she face her fears? It all goes down here, in Need.

(dun dun dunnnn! Ohhh hope that got your blood pumping!)

Chapter 1 – Alone

I watched as the clock unremittingly ticked towards midnight. Once the long and short hand hit the twelve, I sighed deeply. Another day…another day without...Edward, I was able to say his name in my head for a long, long time now. I had gotten over my fear the day I'd ran into Laurent in the meadow….the first time I had seen the wolves. I shivered at the foggy, human memory. I walked slowly up the stairs into my old bathroom. Another day trying to live a life that I didn't want. Always alone, never wanted anywhere I go.

When I had come back to Forks six years ago, I had decided that I would live in my old house. I could feel my eyes prickle with no tears. I passed my father's empty room and stared straight ahead, not looking at the door. My dad…Charlie.

I had missed his funeral; he died thirty years ago…fatal heart attack. I didn't even know he had passed until I came back. The guilt hurts me in ways I never thought possible. Now I visit his grave every Sunday morning, bringing him fresh flowers. Even though Charlie's dead, I would assume that he lived his life happily…even if I wasn't in it. Whenever I go to visit him now, I tell him everything. I told him how I became a vampire and that Edward was on too…and Jake was a werewolf. It was so easy to tell him, given that he's six feet under.

I turned on the light and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked the same as I had fifty-eight years ago, forever frozen at thirty-two. I was a hollow shell, feeling as if no longer human or vampire. I looked at my eyes carefully to gage how many more days I had before I needed to hunt. I had taken on the same "vegetarian" diet as the Cullens had. The mere thought of killing someone's mother, father, son, or daughter repulsed me. I didn't want to be that monster.

My eyes were turning a dark shade of butterscotch. I had fed about a week and a half ago. I knew that if I wanted to protect the people at Forks High, I'd need to hunt. I pulled on a simple white long sleeve shirt, Charlie's old flannel jacket, and slipped on an old pair of ripped jeans and my Nike's.

I walked out the back sliding glass door and shut it quietly as I listened for the neighbors around me, my brain keeping tabs on who was still awake and who wasn't. I walked quietly until I got to the edge of the forest where I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath and smelling Charlie's still faint scent left on his shirt, before slipping into the dark canopy.

The jungles of Southern Africa were nothing compared to the forest surrounding Forks. The smell of dew and pine helped me keep a hold on my humanity. The trees blurred past me as I raced deeper into the woods, feeling the wetness of the rain on me from the trees. The ground slowly started to incline and I knew I was going up a mountain. Suddenly I caught the scent of about three elk and a mountain lion not too far away. I increased my speed as the animal inside took over and I let out a sharp, but low, growl.

The run back was soothing. My stomach was as full as it could get. As I quietly walked back into the house, I took off my boots, pants, and shirt and threw them in the hamper in the kitchen. I slowly walked up the stairs in nothing but my underwear, knowing that no one was going to see me at three o'clock at night. I turned the shower to hot and jumped in, washing the mud and dirt and blood from my hair and body, getting rid of any evidence that would give away to what I was.

By the time I was done I walked down the stairs in my robe and my head wrapped in a towel and plopped on the couch. I turned on the TV and watched CNN, catching up on anything I might have missed. By the time I was done, it was already six forty-five and I decided to get ready for work.

Over the years, I had slowly developed some sense of fashion, but I hadn't perfected it just yet. I pulled out my blue ruffle blouse, black tank top, black dress pant, and blue high heels. I slowly put them on, making sure everything looked perfect on the outside, so nobody would ask questions. I pulled on my cream peacoat and matching beret. I headed out the door and locked it behind me and climbed into my Infiniti.

I walked through the main entrance and turned into the office, saying "hi" to Ms. Taylor – the new secretary. I walked back out and headed down the hallway, having ten minutes before the students would start piling in for first period. I set my bag down on my desk and pulled out today's lesson plans.

I was the new Biology II teacher, and it was my sixth year of teaching it. When I realized I had only thirty copies of the study guide I was going to give the students, I walked out of my room and headed towards the library. I'd need at least sixty more copies for all five of my classes. I headed down the hallway until I came to the intersection of all four hallways of this school. When I went to round the right corner I stopped in my tracks – my body halfway hidden behind the wall. There, plain as day, were five bodies standing about eighty feet from me. They were inhumanly beautiful, and they had no heartbeat. They talked in low voices. I looked at each one individually. The two blondes, the short pixie-like one, the tall bulky one, and the one I hated to look at, knowing it would cause me immense pain. He was the one who had stayed by my side every night we were together, the one who was more beautiful, smart, or flawless than any other man. Edward Cullen was back…

(uh-oh! A cliffy! Don't worry! I'll update soon! 3 3wordsnevertold)