I do not own Twilight...just having a little fun...NO harm meant.

I wasn't happy with the way the story was progressing...so I decided to redo it. The same basic idea is the same...but somethings have changed...trying to make it happen a little slower and flowingly.

Sorry about typos...I never like to go back a re-read...always been my problem.

BPOV

I grew up in Phoenix, Arizona until the age of ten. When I was ten, I witnessed the murder of both my parents. I watched in horror as my father begged for my life and my mother's life to be spared. Instead, the fucked killed my mother first and then proceed to me. However, he didn't have time to torture me the way I'm sure he wanted to. The police were arriving-the man sloppily dragged a knife across my throat and I dropped like a ton of bricks. I heard several gunshots and my father dropped to the ground-dead. The men took off before the police entered our house.

I was still alive. The man after my father didn't realize he didn't press hard enough to slice deep enough into my skin-but I acted as if he had. I was rushed to the hospital where a few officers told me that it would be best if I had died. It would be in the paper that I had. Isabella Swan no longer existed.

Money- money was the reason my parents and I, for all intents and purposes were killed. My father, Charles Swan was a very important person in Phoenix. He was a congressman of Arizona and his family came from money-as did my mother. However, my father as much as I loved him he become involved with the wrong sort of people. I don't think he ever meant to-but it happened.

My father crossed the wrong man, Aro Volturi. I'm not quite sure what happened but my father and since I had been blindfolded at the time no one can say for sure who killed my parents. All I know is that it was made public that my father and Aro had a falling out and it cost Aro a great deal.

Everyone is sure that Aro wouldn't dirty his hands by personally killing my family-but they had no doubt he was behind it. Aro had many people working for him. He was a very powerful…dangerous man. But like I said they only had a suspicion nothing solid. Which is why they thought it best my survival remain a secret…they also had no doubt that Aro would have the job finished.

Now I am 25 and living in Seattle, Washington. My new name is Bella Cullen. Bella not Isabella…my parents called me that…plus it made me nervous when I heard that name out loud. Kids in Phoenix used to actually call me Izzy…I don't know why I hated it. I still hate it…so I chose Bella…part of the name my parents had given me.

I was adopted my Carlisle and Esme Cullen. They know about my "background" and other than a police officer in Phoenix, and one local cop in Fork…Chief Black…they are the only ones.

Esme was never able to carry a child to full term. Esme always wanted to be a mother and take care of a little baby, but she claims that she fell in love with me when she saw me. She could tell that I needed her just as much as she needed me. She became my best friend. They livein Forks, Washington. Three hours from Seattle. Carlisle is a doctor in Forks.

Its quiet and I felt safe. I never breathed a word of it to anyone-not that I had many people to confide in. I found it difficult to make friends. All the girls wanted to know why I was adopted at such a old age-I just didn't know what to tell them. They soon lost interest with me. The guys only cared about getting in my pants. For the first while I lived in Forks I was home schooled by Esme. I wasn't ready to be around people. I was recovering-I needed time.

I tried dating a good friend, Jacob Black, but I could never see him as anything more that a brother-a brother I didn't want to be kissing. I felt safe with him. His father is the Police Chief.

He claimed he was okay with it, but I could tell that he still harbored non-platonic feelings for me. So, I ignored it and remained his friend.

We grew slightly apart when I left for college in Seattle. In college, I made a few friends, Angela and Jessica-but I always felt like I was keeping secrets from them. I fabricated this whole story of how I came to be adopted, but I got the feeling people knew I was hiding something. I am hiding something.

I'm constantly living in fear that someone…anyone will recognize me. Do you ever have that feeling that you're being watched? Or followed? Those feelings have dimmed and I do feel that way as often as I used to…but I still can't stop looking over my shoulder randomly.

I tried dating…a few guys asked if I were married. They got the feeling that I half expected my husband to show up at many minute and beat the crap out of them. So I guess that I must constantly look nervous or something.

Never the less I still managed to make a couple of friends. Jasper Whitlock and Emmett McCarthy-tye work at the same school I do and are very protective over me. I get the feeling they know I need a little protection and do it without question. I met them several years ago when I began to work at Lakeside High School. Jasper teaches history; Emmett teaches gym and coaches Football, while I teach English. They are like the brother I never had and the ones I always wanted…they didn't have mushy loving feelings for me like Jacob.

Jasper and Emmett lived together in an apartment building not far from mine. I've often considered moving into their building…I think I would feel safer, but I don't know.

The three of us always have lunch together during school. The year is almost over-but we'll continue to see one another…they are my only real friends.

"So…I met this girl over the weekend at the dinner." Jasper tells Emmett and me while he drops into his seat with his lunch.

"Is she hot?" Jasper ignores Emmett and looks towards me.

"I was just sitting there eating pie and she waltzes up to me and tells me that she had a vision and we were destined for one another." My mouth is hanging open and Emmett can't control his laughter.

"What did she mean by vision?" Run Jasper run.

"Well after an introduction like that I started talking to her. We ended up talking all day. Apparently, she gets little visions, like glimpses into the future. I don't know-I think it was just a line."

"It was totally a line dude-either that or you're dating a crazy." Emmett added his two sense. Which had some good points.

"Well either way we going out again tonight." Jasper began eating his sandwich.

"What's crazy's name?" I teased.

"Alice," Jasper stuck his tongue out at me. "I think you'd like her. She wants to me you." Great-girl talk. She probably wants to make sure I'm not a threat if Jasper has already mentioned me. Either way I told him that sounded nice.

Jasper continued to tell Emmett and I about her…she sound nice actually.

The remaining school weeks passed with out much happening-but Jasper did continue to see Alice. He wanted me to meet her and tell him what he thought. He told me she's different than other girls he's dated-but he really likes her. Emmett just wanted to know if she has any hot friends-she doesn't. She does however have a sister and a brother.

EPOV

My sister Alice had made it her mission in life to find me "the one". Any girl I attempted to date was quickly evaluated by my sister Alice-and so far no one I've picked has been it. She's always had a good sense of things-but it does get annoying after awhile. Alice has also never gotten along with anyone I dated. She herself hardly dated at all-she ever got that feeling over guys-which I was always okay with.

I took it better her meddling better than our sister Rosalie did however. Rose became serious with this one guy named Royce King a few years ago and Alice hated him right off the bat. Rosalie told her she's barely spent anytime together-but Alice just had one of her feelings. That set Rose off-she didn't speak to Alice for weeks. Alice was right however-Royce was bad news-which resulted with him in the hospital and me with a broken hand. Rosalie never doubt Alice again and stopped dating unless Alice gave the go ahead.

Alice was harder in me than she was on Rosalie. She once told me that I needed to good because the girl I was meant for would be pure-body and soul- and she would need someone strong and understanding. Either way I didn't believe in sleeping around. It also didn't help that Alice's words stuck in my head and often felt guilty if I thought about sleeping with someone.

So now I am 27 and have only slept with two women.

The three of us live in Seattle. Rosalie works on restoring old cars. Alice owns and operates her own clothing store-and I compose music.

Our parents Edward and Elizabeth Mason still live near by in Port Angeles, Washington. My father is a judge and had always hoped I would follow in his footsteps. I was never interested in law…doctoring and music, but I came down on the side of music in the end. The money is good and the hours are better.

Alice has been talking non-stop about the newest guy she's dating…Jackson…Jasper…well all I know is that she's positive he's the one. We'll see…but I will say that I'd never beat against Alice.

I have recently started dating a girl named Tanya. She nice…and beautiful…and I haven't told Alice yet. I don't want to spoil the new relationship with Alice's words in my head…see I don't even need to talk to Alice…her words are already there…there always there. We haven't slept together yet, but I can tell that she expects it to happen soon and is surprised it hasn't happened yet. I can't explain it I just have a feeling as if I know I shouldn't. Almost as if three is too many girls…three is an unlucky number…three strikes you're out…Alice has taken up residency in my brain.

I know Tanya isn't the one…she's too superficial to be it for me…I'm just lonely and she seems to really like me.

I'm seeing Alice tomorrow. She's coming over to help me pack my things. I'm moving into a new apartment building-a nicer one, nearer the water.

"I'm glad you're moving…I never really liked you're old apartment. This place is much nicer and it's a lot closer to me!" Alice was constantly filled with energy. People are often shocked that she's related to me or Rosalie. The three of us are different but we're best friends.

"I'm glad you approve of something in my life." I teased her. She narrowed her eyes at me.

"Just show me you're new apartment before I ditch you and leave you to move all by yourself." Alice and I were walking down the long hall to my apartment when I suddenly felt that she wasn't following me anymore. When I turned around I had been right. Alice had this blank expression in her face. I've seen this expression before and wasn't too worried. I was more worried about what she was going to tell me.

There has been some horrible murder in my new place and I can't live here…I have to find somewhere new.

"Alice, are you alright?" She seemed to be coming back to it. Slowly a smile grew on her lips.

"Isabella Swan." Alice spoke to me like this should have some deeper meaning to me. I just stared at her waiting for her to continue. "Isabella Swan is the name of your soul mate." Alice had a dreamy look on her face as she walked past me. I couldn't move. Alice has never had such a clear 'vision'. Usually its feelings or dreams…but nothing solid or concrete…like a name. A beautiful name…Isabella.