A/N:

This is my FIRST fan fic... I dont really know if i should continue... I am really excited about this... i have a whole plot line started... please let me know what u think... any suggestions??

enjoy... i know it is kinda short...

edit** 02/01/09** - i realize that the first couple chapters are in 3rd person. I am currently re-editing them into 1st person. 1st chapter done!

BELLA'S POV

The pain was unbearable. Stabbing, shooting, aching, throbbing. The pain shot up into my left hip, something was broken for sure. Fumbling desperately in the dark for my cell phone was useless; this was when living alone definitely was not an advantage. The dark hard wood floor's contact with my bare skin sent goose bumps up and down my arms. Finally giving up finding the damned cell phone, I began thinking of an alternative plan:

If I could just drag myself to the couch I can reach the lamp and get the phone. Maybe call for help. I need help now.

I fought the darkness that was calling to me. My mind was shutting down due to the pain, shielding itself from experiencing the trauma. I think I'm going into shock.

I have to act now; I can't pass out like this on the floor.

Surveying the distance from the foot of the stairs to the living room couch was devastating

It is so far.

I braced myself for the pain that was surely to come, and extended my hands out in front of me. Just the motion of using my upper body strength caused the slowing tears to rush out at full force. I found myself collapsing in pain and desperation. I laid my cheek onto the cold floor, letting the tears fall.

Great plan Bella.

Outside, a storm was brewing, a bad one was approaching. No one would hear my screams for help. I was all alone.

A flash of lightning illuminated the dark room, something on my arm glimmered, a silver bracelet with a red cross. I groaned at the memory. My frequent visits to the local ER caused my primary physician to give me a lifeline bracelet, just in case something like this were to happen.

Should I really press it? Really?

I reluctantly pressed the button and waited for help to come.

5 minutes passed, and there was no response

10 more minutes passed, and still nothing.

I strained my ears and heard nothing but the falling rain on the roof and the occasional thunder in the distance…

I finally succumbed to my throbbing radiating pain and faded away into unconsciousness….

Bringing me back to reality was a loud pounding on the door that caused my body to jump, intensifying the pain. I muffled the scream that escaped my throat by biting down on my lips. I was still reeling from the sensation when I half-groaned towards the front door hoping that Dr. Dodhia would hear my instructions:

"The key is under the floor mat. Turn the key half way, then tug at the door, the lock gets stuck and- " My voice cracked and I fought through the sob threatening to break off my voice, "-It is hard to open, I think I broke my leg, or hip or something."

I lowered my face towards the cold floor, waiting for the cool sensation to ease my pain, but before I could experience the relief, two cold arms carefully, swiftly, lifted me off of the floor and began to carry me towards the couch. I inhaled deeply and was about to object to the show of chivalry, but when the smell entered my nose I was intoxicated.

That smell, so sweet, what is it?

Snapping out of my momentary daze allowed panic to settle in. This was definitely NOT my sweet little Indian doctor who smelled of curry and spices, this was NOT Dr. Dodhia!! I began pounding my fists into the shoulder of the man who was carrying me, all the while pain shooting up into my arm with each hit.

"Put me down!!"

What is this guy made of? Marble?! He is hard as a rock!

Trying my hardest to sound threatening, "I have help coming any minute, so you better get out of here before the police come." Unfortunately my voice cracked under pressure and I began to hyperventilate. The marble figure carrying me stiffened at my blows; his breath hitched and exhaled, sending more of his intoxicating scent in my direction.

I felt myself being lowered onto the couch; how this person knew that she was collapsed on the floor and where the furniture was was beyond me. I could barely see my own hand in front of my face. My breathing was heavy as my face burned in anticipation of an attack from this intruder. But instead, I heard a soft chuckle and the sound of the light switch.

Illuminated in front of me was by far, the most frighteningly beautiful man I had ever seen. I allowed my eyes to rake over his rain soaked figure; his grey t-shirt clinging to his muscular chest; his tousled hair, darkened by the rain, was still dripping and a couple strands had fallen in front of his intensely black eyes. Those eyes were the darkest onyx.

His eyes are so evil. With that thought,a shiver ran down my spine.

He stood there staring at me. Trying to decipher his expression was impossible, emotions came and left as his eyes bored into mine: frustration, lust, confusion, and even anger. It was then that he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

I felt my heart pounding in my chest, I was so sure he could hear it too. The sound was deafening.

I braced myself again in anticipation of his attack, feeling like prey; cornered by the predator. I uselessly wrapped my arms around myself as a feeble attempt to preserve my frail body.

But instead of attacking, he opened his eyes, and his mouth formed a gentle crooked smile that took my breath away, again I was dazzled….

Impossible, his eyes were black a minute ago, now, how beautiful.

I sighed at my discovery.

Topaz.

I disregarded my momentary lack of visual acuity to the adjustment of my eyes to the light… convincing myself it was impossible. But I knew what I saw, his eyes were darker than the night itself, just a moment ago. All too soon his velvety voice cut through the tension in the room and I was sure that sound was the only sound I would want to hear for the rest of my life.

"Hello Isabella Swan," he said in a smooth velvety voice, "I am Dr. Edward Anthony Cullen."

He slowly took a step in my direction.