Hello there. Is anyone else out there obsessed with Twilight as much as I am? If you're reading this, then I'm sure you are. So, this is my first Twilight fic. I hope you like it. It's going to be similar to the book for the first few chapters until we get past Victoria, James, and Laurent, but I'm still trying to add my own thing to it. Let me know what you think. R&R please.

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own Twilight.

Chapter 1

Welcome to Forks, Washington.

Yup. That's right. Welcome. Forks welcomes you, but you certainly don't welcome Forks. It's not exactly the place anyone wants to spend their time. Wet, sunless, way too green, and a sky full of clouds. Seriously, is this anyone's choice of climate?

I know it's not mine.

Phoenix, Arizona is my home. Hot, dry, sunny, and not a cloud in sight. You wouldn't know it though if you looked at me. Upon hearing about me, you would automatically assume that I'd be blond, athletic, and extremely tan. But no. It would come as a shock to you to see me. Plain brown hair, very pale, and not even able to walk on a flat surface. I'm the complete opposite of what you'd expect. But what do you want me to do about it? It's not my fault I don't fit the stereotype. Blame my parents. They're the ones who gave me their genes.

Anyways, back to Forks and what I am doing in this godforsaken place. You see, my parents are divorced. My dad, Charlie, lives here in Forks, while my mom and I lived in Phoenix. The thing is, my mom, Renée, just recently remarried and her new husband is a semi-professional baseball player. He travels a lot and Renée misses him a lot when he's away. She feels like she still has to take care of me, even though I am seventeen and I've been taking care of her for as long as I can remember. But to make things easier on her, I decided to move in with Charlie. He doesn't know I'm coming. It was kind of a spur of the moment thing. My decision works for everyone. Renée gets to travel with Phil, Charlie gets to spend more time with me, and I get my privacy because Charlie is rarely home and is very reluctant to show emotion. It's all for the best.

"Miss, we're here," the taxi driver says. I'd been so occupied in my thoughts I hadn't even realized we were close.

"Thanks Joe. I really appreciate it." Joe and I really got to know one another on the hour drive from the Seattle airport to Charlie's house. "Maybe we'll see one another again sometime," I say as I pay him.

"Perhaps. I'll keep my eyes open for you."

"I'll be looking forward to it. Later Joe."

"Have a nice day, Miss Swan."

I gather my things and wave as he pulls away. I turn around and look at the house. There's a police cruiser parked in the driveway. Now, before you panic, I should mention that Charlie's the police chief of Forks, and the cruiser is the only thing he drives. And it being in the driveway means he's home, probably watching some sporting event on television.

I walk onto the porch and knock on the door, even though I know where the spare key is hidden. Knocking seems like the safer choice when appearing unexpectedly at the house of a cop who owns a gun.

I hear moving inside and the footsteps near the door. The door swings open and Charlie stands there, his jaw dropped in shock. "Hey dad," I say. "How's it going?"

His eyes move from my face to my bags sitting next to me and back to my face. "B-Bells? What're you doing here?"

"I'm moving in, Char—Dad. Isn't that great?" I say, trying to sound enthusiastic.

"What'd you do? Are the cops in Phoenix after you? Does your mother know?"

I laugh. "No, Dad, I am not running from Phoenix law enforcement and asking you to hide a fugitive. And yes, mom knows I'm here. She didn't like my decisions, but she knows." He lets out a sigh and I roll my eyes. Does he really think I'd do anything illegal with him as a father?

"Come on, Charlie. You're missing a great game!" someone yells from the living room.

Charlie moves out the doorway to let me through. "Come on. Billy and Jake are here. They'll be happy to see you again." I search my mind, trying to remember who they are, but for some reason, I can't match the names with faces. Charlie must see my confusion because he says, "We'll re-introduce you," nodding his head in the direction of the living room. "Bells, this is Billy Black and his son, Jacob." When I see them, I recognize them immediately.

"Hey guys. How've you been?" I say smiling.

Billy looks at me with a gentle smile on his face. "We've been good. How have you been? How's Phoenix? We haven't seen you for a while."

"I've been doing great. Phoenix is amazing. Warm and sunny."

"It sure doesn't seem like you've been in the sun. You're so pale, you look like a vampire," Jake says grinning. I notice a surprised and concerned look come over Billy's face before it quickly disappears. I wonder what that was about. I look at Jake and Charlie but I guess I'm the only one who saw it. Jake's too busy looking at me and Charlie's turned his attention back to the baseball game.

"Well, I'm gonna go unpack. It's good to see you again," I say as they all go back to watching tv.

"I'll help you," Jake pipes in. Hm, it's not like I need help, but maybe he knows why that look appeared on Billy's face.

"Okay, Come on then," I say smiling.

I go to grab my bags but Jake grabs one of them and motions me to the stairs. I ascend them and stop outside my bedroom door. It's been mine since I was born and it hasn't changed much since then. The only thing that has changed in my light blue room is the crib and changing table have been replaced with a bed, a bureau, and a desk with a computer. A very old computer with very slow internet connection.

"So, I really don't need help unpacking, but I thought we could talk."

"Sure," he says enthusiastically and sits down on my bed.

"So how old are you now, Jake?" I ask, beginning to put my clothes away in the bureau.

"Fifteen. I'll be sixteen in a few months."

I pretend to look shocked as I answer, "No way. You look much older than fifteen."

He sits up straighter and puffs out his chest a bit, trying to seem older. "I'm tall for my age." I suppress a smirk. If anything, he looks younger than fifteen. He has a baby face that looks so innocent.

"Do you live in Forks?" I say as I finish putting my clothes away. Note to self: Need to go shopping.

"Nah, we live down on the La Push Indian Reservation."

I try to sound disappointed when I ask, "Does that mean you don't go to Forks High School?" I admit, I'm laying it on thick, but I really want to know what that look was about.

"No, I go to the school on the reservation."

"Oh," I say and look down.

"You could always come visit. I mean, I'd come here, but I'm not allowed to drive yet."

I smile at him. "Sounds good." He smiles back at me. "So Jake, did you notice the look your dad made when you mentioned me resembling a vampire?"

"Yeah, he always does that."

"Can I ask why?"

He paused. "Have you ever heard any of the Quileute legends?" I shake my head. "Well, one of the many claims that we descended from wolves and that the wolves still remain our brothers. It's against Quileute law to kill them. Along with the wolves came the cold ones."

"Cold ones?"

"Yes, you would call them vampires. According to legend, my own great-grandfather had a run in with some. He made the treaty to keep them out of La Push. Anyways, the cold ones are natural enemies of wolves. You'd call them werewolves. This pack that came to La Push during my great-grandfather's time was different from others of their kind. They hunted animals, not humans."

"So what was the treaty about?" I ask, truly intrigued.

"It required the cold ones to stay off our land."

"What did they get out of it?"

"They got their safety. If they didn't cross the line, we wouldn't expose them to the pale-faces," he says grinning at me.

"If they weren't supposed to be dangerous, why weren't they allowed on La Push?"

"Even animal-hunters pose some risk. They could lose control at any time."

I let it all soak in for a moment before I can even think about forming coherent sentences. It's just so interesting. I want more, but I don't say so. "I take it Billy takes these stories pretty seriously."

He nods. "Superstitious old man."

I grin. "You don't believe them?"

"Nah, I've got other things to worry about other than the slim chance of cold ones attacking."

We're sitting on my bed grinning at one another when we hear, "We're ordering pizza! You guys hungry?"

I look at Jake and he nods. "Yeah Dad. Pizza sounds great."

Jake and I go back to talking while we wait for the pizza. He tells me more Quileute stories and I find myself no longer feigning interest. I'm deeply immersed in his storytelling. I'm almost disappointed when Charlie yells up to us that the pizza's here.

We go downstairs and sit around the table. I'm actually surprised, since the game's still on. "Rain delay" is the answer I get when I ask. Rain Delay. No big surprise there.

So we go through the normal routine. How's Phoenix? How's school? How's Renée? And the one I'm really surprised about is How's Phil? But then we get onto more recent discussions.

"School's already started, but you can enroll as soon as you're settled in," Charlie says. I simply nod. I'll probably be enrolling at Forks High a lot sooner than I want. There's not exactly much in this town to keep me busy all day.

"I'm sure I'll be registering within days." School over. Next topic of discussion: Obtaining a car.

"Are there any used car lots around here? I need one for transporting myself. No offense Dad, but I don't want to be dropped off at school in the cruiser. And before you say anything, I've got a lot of money saved up for this specific purpose, so you wouldn't have to pay a cent and I'm not looking for anything fancy. Just something sturdy and in running condition."

"Well, I don't know of any lots but I do know where we can get you a car," he says and smiles at Billy.

"We've got just the car for you. It's definitely sturdy and it runs, but it is old. Antique even."

"More like ancient," a grinning Jake interrupts.

Billy ignores his son's comment and continues. "It's a late 1950s/early 1960s Chevy. Now, since it is an older version, there are some minor setbacks, but it's nothing that would create major problems."

"And if you get in an accident, it'll still be as good as new, though I can't say the same for the other car." I grin at another of Jake's comments.

"How much do you want for it?" I ask.

"How much do you want to pay?"

"Nuh-uh Billy. You set a price and I'll pay it. Now how much?"

"Five hundred." Now that seems like a reasonable price. I'm sure anything else will cost more, so this really is a bargain.

"I'll take it," I say. "Now when can I pick it up?"

"How about you come by tomorrow and you can pay and take the truck all at once."

"Sounds like a deal," I say and shake Billy's hand. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. It's not like I have much use for it now anyway." That's right. I almost forgot he was in a wheelchair. It just seems like he's always had it because he's so comfortable in moving in it.

After we finish dinner, all four of us go into the living room to watch the rest of the game which is back on. By the time it ends, I am beyond ready for bed. I'm already dozing on Jake's shoulder.

"We'll see you tomorrow, Bella," Jake says and I nod.

"It's good seeing you again."

"You too. Goodnight."

They walk out and Charlie turns to me. "I'm just going to run them home. I'll be back soon."

"Alright, goodnight if I'm already in bed."

"Goodnight Bells. Good to have you home."

After he leaves, I go upstairs and get ready for bed. I'm so exhausted, I don't even shower like I usually do before bed. The only problem is that it's started raining again, and, instead of falling asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow, I'm up half the night listening to the patter of rain on the rooftop.