This first bit is from Edward's point of view, and then it switches to Bella's. The first two paragraphs are directly from the first chapter of Midnight Sun. I do not own The Twilight Saga or any of its characters. This is my first multi-chaptered fanfic, so please feel free to give me constructive criticism. Thanks!

EPOV

I accelerated back toward town, and I knew the visions in Alice's head would be flashing from dark to bright like a strobe light. As I sped back to Forks, doing ninety, I wasn't sure where I was going. To ay goodbye to my father? Or to embrace the monster inside me?

The road flew away beneath my tires.

I fought every step of the way. I told myself that I didn't want to do this, that I wanted to be good, and not a monster. But my darker counterpart laughed at me, and chained my rational side with the scent.

It was amazing how the memory of the intoxicating aroma could reduce me to this despicable creature. I barely had enough strength to control the car. How could I resist?

When I reached her house, a sense of deja vu hit me. This was exactly what I'd seen in Alice's head. What she was probably seeing now, again, stronger than before. I had to hurry. I knew she would come running with Emmett, to try to stop me before I could do something I would regret.

Too late. The Swan girl had left the front door unlocked, not that a lock could stop me. The tiny portion of my head that could still think clearly chided her for being so trusting.

Oh God, the smell. It was so delicious. I wanted it. I needed it. I allowed it to pull me forward, stalking her quietly up the stairs. I was excited now, and it took all my concentration to not leap at her immediately. I hovered outside her bedroom door, listening to the scratching of a pencil, the rustle of paper, a sigh, the swishing of her hair as she ran her fingers through it. I heard, distinctly, each of her numbered heartbeats. I reached for the doorknob.

And my phone rang.

The girl jumped, and her heart was racing. I snarled under my breath, knowing exactly who it was and why she was calling. I ripped the phone from my pocket and growled into it, "Go. Away." Then I crushed it between my fingers. I didn't want any more distractions.

Bella Swan slowly stood inside her room. Her sweet scent grew stronger as she hesitantly approached the door. "Hello?" she called, her voice cracking with fear.

Yes. I could smell the adrenaline in her bloodstream, heightening the potency of it. I growled again, and her breath caught. I couldn't – didn't want to – wait any longer.

Oh, damn it all to hell, I thought, and fought the urge to rip the door from its hinges, opening it slowly.

BPOV

What was his problem? The question had been revolving in my head since I'd left the school. Why did he have to pick on me? I was no closer to the answer than I had been five minutes ago.

I trudged up the stairs to do some unwilling homework. There should be a rule that teachers don't bury students in work on their first days. It would have been better if my mind wasn't otherwise engaged.

I scribbled a few answers down for my English homework, then shifted through the papers on my desk for my math notes. I sighed. It was no use. I couldn't get him and his strange behavior out of my head.

I shook my hair, combing through a few tangles. I just didn't understand. Was there something wrong with him? Was there something wrong with me?

What would I say to him tomorrow? Would he still be upset? Maybe I would demand to know what was up. Maybe he would be nice to me tomorrow...

And maybe it was hopeless.

My internal debate was cut short by a sound outside my bedroom door. It sounded like a cell phone ring. I jerked upright, stiff in my chair, my heart pounding. Was it Charlie? Why would he be home so early? Was it... oh, my God, it was some stalker, here to rape me, or kill me, or worse.

Less than a second after the phone had rung, someone answered it, not bothering with a greeting. "Go. Away." He sounded furious, and I was suddenly more terrified than I'd ever been in my life. There was a crunching sound, and then a short moment of silence.

I looked around for some sort of weapon. Sure, I was more likely to fall on my face than cause any real damage to an attacker, but I was not going to leave myself undefended, no matter how futile the attempt.

Of course, I didn't have anything remotely dangerous. I grabbed a pen, thinking it was better than nothing, and slowly stood. Cautiously walking toward the closed door, making sure I didn't trip, I could feel my heart beating faster, and I was almost irrationally afraid. I didn't want to know what – who – was standing outside my door.

"Hello?" I breathed. Did I want to hear an answer? I held the pen out in front of me, my hand shaking.

Before I could reach it, the door swung open. I let out a squeak of fear and stumbled backward, sprawling across the floor, the pen flying out of my hand and under the bed. I heard the door slam loudly against the wall.

Breathing rapidly, I turned my head to see who was opening my door. My eyes landed on a pair of nice-looking shoes. I slowly looked up, following his body. He was dressed well, in clothes that hinted at designer origins. Just because he dresses nice doesn't mean he won't hurt you, I reminded myself.

I continued to look up, noticing his pale hands where they hung at his side. Then I saw his face.

Edward Cullen's pitch black eyes stared at me from under a lock of bronze hair. He was staring at me... hungrily.

"E – Edward?" I choked out. He didn't say a word. He just smiled, revealing sharp-looking, glistening teeth. And then he leaped at me.

Yes, I know, I hate cliffhangers, too. It was just a logical place to stop. Sorry! Let me know how I'm doing! And here's a question for y'all: is it okay if I repeat what happens from different POVs, like I did in this chapter, or is that annoying? Do tell, I won't be offended! More coming!