Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, though I wish I owned the Volturi.

All mistakes and errors are my own.


I heard the soft pitter patter tap against the window pane as I boarded off the plane. I saw a 'Welcome to Forks' sign embedded to the lifeless walls once I got out the gateway. Glancing around, I stumbled and neearly fell, causing blood to rush at the front of my cheeks as I caught the 'Welcome back to Forks Bella' sign, held by a tall, tanned guy with short shaggy black hair. Next to him was and older man, looking of similar descent with long black hair, sitting in a wheelchair.

"Dad!" I called out as soon as my eyes landed on him, two feet away from the others. I picked up my pace and reached him, dropping my carry-on luggage and threw my arms around him.

"Hey Bells, I missed you," he said, then let go, "You remember my friend, Billy Black and his son, Jacob? You two used to play all the time together when you were younger. They live out at the reservation in La Push." 'So that's Jacob!', I thought as I glanced at the two.

" Of course!" I smiled and gave Billy a handshake.

"Good to have you back, Bella. Jake's been talking a lot about you."

"Thanks Dad," I heard him mumble. "Here, why don't I help?" He moved to go pick up my bags. Trying to reach them before he could, I ducked down to get them, colliding our heads. I hissed in pain, throwing the bags over my shoulder. "Sorry!"

"You alright?" Jacob asked, eyes filled with concern.

"Yeah, sorry...I just like doing things on my own." I massaged the area on my head where it hurt, shooting him a weak smile. Before Jacob could say anything, Charlie called out to us, saying the rest of my luggage was ready to be picked up.


Charlie and Billy were sitting in the front of Charlie's trooper car, talking about the next game while I sat behind Charlie with Jacob. We were on our way to his favorite restaurant, after I insisted I would cook dinner. I wasn't used to any of this special treatment. I was used to taking care of Renee and doing thing on my own, like cooking dinner for the two of us...and I enjoyed it. Don't get me wrong, I love my mother, and after she got married to Phil, she didn't need me much around the house anymore or to take care of her, so I decided to move senior year to live in Forks with my dad.

As I looked out the window viewing the greenery, I sighed softly. I'd miss the sun in Arizona. I looked away from the window and sunk back into my seat. From the corner of my eye, I could see Jacob staring at me. I squirmed a little in my seat and readjusted my attention back out the window. Two minutes later and he was still staring. Was there something on my face? I reached up to my cheek to see, but I found nothing. Getting self-cautious and not being about to handle it anymore, I turned to him.

"You were staring at me," I pointed out, "Did you have something to say?" He shook his head, as if to clear his mind and smiled at me.

"Sorry, I kinda zoned out. I was thinking about when we were kids. We used to play out in the woods a lot together." "Oh..." I looked down. He cleared his throat, causing me to look back up.

"Hey, on Sunday, Charlie and dad are going to go out fishing, and it's supposed to be sunny. We have a little beach on the reservation and I was wondering if you'd like to come with me and meet some of my friends?" I looked at him for a moment, thinking it over. I still had to unpack at Charlie's, go grocery shopping...my mom told me he couldn't cook to save his life, as well as enroll at Forks High and go school supply shopping. Today was only Thursday...I could get all of this done before Sunday. He looked uncertain, I could see his lips begin to move.

"Sure." I cut him off, before he could voice any uncertainties I had caused him. "That's cool. I'd like to make friends with some of people I'll be going to school with." He gave me a sad look.

"Bella, we go to school on the reservation...I live 20 minutes away from you." He said in an apologetic tone. I blinked and shook my head.

"Oh, it's okay...that's fine." I gave him a smile, which he returned.

"We're here, kiddo's." Charlie called from the front seat, the car jolting to a stop, as if to accentuate what he just announced. Jacob jumped out as soon as Charlie let him out, pulling Billy's wheelchair from the trunk. It made my heart swell...just a little bit, to watch Jacob help his father into the wheelchair.

We walked inside, Charlie leading the way to a rounded booth in the back of the restaurant. I slid alongside him while Jacob pushed Billy to the free edge of the table. It wasn't until he sat down that I noticed he was on edge.

"You alright?" I asked in a whisper.

"I'm fine." He replied, just a hint of coldness to his tone. He toyed with the condiments in front of him. 'Jeez, aren't we a moody one?' I thought as a waitress came to the table. Her, Charlie and Billy talked back and forth, somewhere along the conversation, Charlie introduced me. She gave me a smile. We all ordered right away, but I couldn't help but grimace when Jacob ordered his steak 'rare'.

"I like my cow's still mooing." He joked with me.

"Gross." I laughed as Billy hit him playfully on the shoulder.


Dinner was good. My (medium-well done) hamburger tasted great and Jacob was in a great mood. Though...he was complaining that he was still hungry. He inhaled a 20 ounce steak! We stood up to leave. I trailed behind everyone else on the way out. I gasped and faltered in my step. A few booths away from the door sat the most beautiful person I had ever laid eyes on. He had smooth pale skin, it looked almost translucent, with long flowing ebony hair that rested just a few inches below his shoulders. He had high, defined cheekbones that accentuated his average, slender nose. The bridge was abnormally straight, while the tip curved up almost to a sharp point. His lips were hidden behind a book I hadn't recognized, but judging by the bind of it, I could tell it was a classic that the male beauty must enjoy. I then noticed that there was nothing on his table except for a glass of water, untouched. Just as I was about to look up to his eyes, I felt a strong, burning hand on my arm and was yanked out the door.

"What the hell was that for?" I yelled at Jacob, trying to free my arm from his steady grip, but it was no use. He didn't let me go until we got to the car. I yanked my arm away from him and got into the car, slamming the door after me.

I could see Charlie looking at me through the rearview mirror, worry etched across his face. Billy just had an amused look on his face. ' Is Jacob fucking bipolar?' I thought angrily, throwing my seatbelt on, focusing my attention out the window.

Should I continue? Aro will make his appearance 2 chapters from now, but don't worry :] I'd also like any constructive criticism, for I strive to make my story better and more enjoyable.