Why me? What was it about me that all these weird things constantly happen to me? I don't mind it… but sometimes all this stuff could get way out of hand. First there was dad telling me about when Grandpa was 18 he turned into a wolf and fought off vampires. I never really believed that until Jacob had phased.

That there was the second thing that had happened. Jacob. I've been worried since he turned into a werewolf. What if one of the vampires accidentally killed him? What if one of the vampires killed him on purpose?

Third there was the war. I was terrified that he was going to be wounded in the battle… and then he came home in Carlisle's arms, the right side of his body crushed to a pulp. Can you imagine how worried I was? I knew it would have killed any normal person instantaneously but thanks to him being a werewolf, he couldn't really die easily.

"Excuse me?"

I wheeled around to see who had called.

"I've noticed you've turned that over in your hand about 30 times now. I'm going to have to ask you to make your purchase soon. There are other people waiting for apples" It was one of the employees. I was at the grocery store. I guess I'd been daydreaming. I didn't notice how long I'd been standing here.

"Oh sorry!" I picked out the shiniest red apples I could find from my height and then wheeled myself over to the cash register. I wish Jacob hadn't run away. Where was that boy? It's been 3 days now. One look at a wedding invitation and he ran away. Was that not a little excessive?

On my way home I thought about Jacob. He'd been moving pretty quick. His pants were gone before he was out the door! That's the last I'd seen of him. Sam had come over yesterday and told me about how he planned to make the rest of the pack stay in human form so as not to bother him. I just wish I knew which direction he'd run off in.

In all my daydreaming I made a wrong turn off into the woods. It was a weird dirt trail. I figured it must be a driveway or something… and had planned to turn around at the first opportunity.

So I drove

And Drove

And drove.

But there was no driveway. It was just going on and on and on. After 10 minutes I decided to try and back out. I heard the familiar click, click of the gear shifting into reverse. I started out slow. I wasn't too good at going backwards in this truck.

A couple minutes later I heard a rustle in the bush. I thought it was just a squirrel or something.

Another rustles. Was that a shadow? What ever it was, it was neither slow nor a squirrel.

Thunk

A blur of cold pale skin was in the back. I knew what it was and knew I had no chance of escape. Only thing was… weren't the Cullens "vegetarians", as Bella put it?

Then I saw it's face.

Not Edward

Or Carlise

Or Jasper…

But Bella.

Bella? A vampire? Jacob said this would happen. Maybe this was in the wedding invitation. Did Edward say something that inclined that he was going to change her soon?

I had no more time to think. Before I knew it, I felt a sharp pain in my neck. Next thing I knew was that something was racing through my veins. It felt like a burn… from the inside out.