Bella POV

I lay in my bed. Music turned up, Charlie sleeping. Nothing to think about.

It was twelve at night, exactly. It has been one week since I first saw that tragic thing that has changed my life. Or my perspective on it, anyways. School was not yet here, thank god, I would feel horrible for the person who had to witness or bear my sour mood. If I slept now, I was sure to have nightmares about it.

Flashback, into the day she moved...

I had come back from my trip to the music store in Port Angeles. I put away my Cd's near my stereo, I would want to listen to them later. The sun was shining. That was something I missed.

I moved here just days before from Phoenix, and I already felt at home here in Forks. I didn't look like someone from Phoenix should. I didn't have the natural sun-tanned skin, or the blond hair that comes from being in the sun all day, I had always been slender, but soft at the same time. Obviously not an athlete. No. Instead, I had the palest skin ever, and I had dull, boring, brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes. I fit right in here in Forks, Washington. Even the first time I had gotten off the plane, it was raining.

I had to ride in the cruiser of my dad, the Police Chief of Forks. Charlie was like me in many ways. We both didn't express emotions very well. We both had the same brown hair, mine with more color, his dulling with his age. He was in his thirties, yes, but his hair has gone withering with stress and age. I had too much Charlie in me, I decided.

It had hurt me that I had to leave my hair-brained mother. Renee was adventurous, fun, likable, but very gullible. She was observant, yes, but that didn't do much for her when I told her I wanted to stay with Charlie. She begged me not to go. I saw that staying with me, instead of going to travel with her husband had made her unhappy, so I tried to make her see that this was what I really wanted. Even though it wasn't. She eventually agreed.

So that was how I came to be in the little town of Forks. The rainiest place on earth.

When we neared the house, Charlie dropped the news on me that he bought me a truck. I looked away while saying thanks, not being comfortable with my feelings. He looked away while answering. Yes. Definitely more Charlie in me. When we got there, I hadn't expected that I would love the truck as much as I did. I hopped inside, not needing to go anywhere, just sitting. It smelled faintly of peppermint and cigarettes. Either Charlie or Billy, the guy he bought the truck from who was also his best friend, must have cleaned it up. As much as I tried to remember all the times that I had been fishing with them, it just wouldn't come. Once I gave up on that, I went inside and straight up to my room.

It looked the same as before, with the light blue walls and yellow curtains. The only thing different, was, when I grew up, Charlie exchanged the crib for a bed. I set my suitcase down and lay on the bed, just staring up at the ceiling. I got up after a few minutes and went over to the computer. The start-up was slow, so I headed downstairs. I peeked in the fridge not to find much besides eggs and bacon. It's a wonder he stayed alive this long. I would go shopping the next day. I looked in the cupboards, still painted the same yellow from when my mother left him, and pulled out a granola bar.

I ate it going up the stairs.

By now the computer had fully turned on and had pop-ups all over the screen. I quickly shut those down and logged into my email account. I had a new message from Renee.

Bella, how was your flight? Long, I bet. How's Charlie doing? He told me he bought you a truck, hope you liked it.
By the way, have you seen that pink blouse I once wore to that fancy dinner place? I can't find it anywhere.
Anyways, hope you enjoy Forks!
Miss you, Renee.

I was smiling by the end of it, how could I ever be truly happy in Forks? I typed back a reply.

Mom,
Calm down. Your shirt is in the hamper, it needs to be washed. Charlie's doing good. He needs more things to eat, though.
Yes, the flight was long, but not boring. At least not much.
I love the truck he got me. It's good...for me, you know? Sturdy.
Miss you too, Bella.

I shut off the computer after sending the letter to Renee. I fell back on my bed, only to have to get up by Charlie calling me to dinner. I groaned and went downstairs. I smelled eggs...and something else...bacon, I realized. Oh jeez what a surprise...

"Charlie, can you make anything else besides eggs and bacon? I didn't see much in your fridge." He blushed, another trait I inherited from him.

"No, nothing. I normally call for pizza." Then he laughed out of embarrassment.

"I'll be in charge of the cooking, if you don't mind, but for now, I'll settle for the eggs." I laughed and he soon followed suit.

Flashback end...

I smiled as I remembered the next day, when Charlie had tasted my food. To say the least, he was amazed and made no obligation to let me cook from then on. The smile quickly went away as my memories took a wrong turn. It felt like a slap to the face, the pace they were going. It was like it was yesterday. This made it worse.

Flashback to the event...

It had been another day where the sun was shining. I wanted to take advantage of the sun and explore the forest. Renee had always said that with me hiking or going anywhere was just another way to ask for trouble. I couldn't say I don't agree, considering that I am one of the clumsiest people on earth, but when I hike, I feel great. One with nature, I guess you could say. So I left a note with Charlie saying that if I wasn't back by 6pm, he should look for me. It was twelve right then, so I had plenty of time to explore. I walked out the door.

This being Forks, it was naturally a little chilly, but that's why I carried a backpack. To carry my jacket and such, in case it rains.

I set off towards the back of the house, since it looked pretty shaded. If I stayed out here too much, my skin might burn.

Before long, it had been a couple hours. I was hiking over plenty tree roots and plants. I have only tripped four times, and for that I was glad. I guessed that I was far from home by now, and glad that I had figured out the general way back. I stumbled into a meadow.

When I got up from falling into this gorgeous place, I looked around. The place was surrounded by thousands of exotic flowers you would never pick out in a place like Forks. The place itself was a circle, looking like all the trees were taken out to create one. It was amazing in every way. It smelled faintly of freesias and something else. I couldn't put my finger on the smell exactly. You could hear a spring to the east. I went through the bushes to be greeted by one of the most appalling things ever.

There stood one of the most beautiful men ever. He had bronze hair and shockingly topaz eyes. His skin was as pale as mine, if not paler. But that wasn't the thing that was appaling. No. What was appaling was what he seemed to be doing.

I gasped as I saw the dead carcass laying there in front of him, blood spitting out of the wound he had in the side of his neck. I looked back to the guy, to find him staring back at me, blood slowly dripping down his own chin. I looked into the eyes of the hunter, not expecting the hunger in them. Hunger towards me. Before I knew it, he had pounced and was on me in a matter of seconds. It was cold. I tried to push myself away from the cold that came from all directions. I closed my eyes as only one thought went through to my mind. Vampire, vampire, vampire, my mind kept chanting over and over in my head along with a string of profanities that surprised me. One second, there was a cold weight on me, and another it was gone.

I looked around for the person who had pinned me down. My shoulders were a little sore, but i quickly got up anyways, in case he decided to come back. I ran in the general direction of the house, with one last parting look at the beautiful meadow. The corpse in the middle kind of ruined the image, but I overlooked it. All I saw were the exotic flowers, the spring, the trees, and the perfectly cropped circle. I ran as fast as only I could, which was actually really slow. All I wanted to do was forget. Just forget.

I rolled over on my side with a groan. I could never forget. What was worse, was that the thing I had the hardest time forgetting was the guy. Oh, the vampire-ness, sure, that was overlooked by my stubborn self, but his face? No, I couldn't forget that. Gold topaz eyes followed me around everywhere, ad bronze not far behind it. He might have been the only guy, (if you could call him that.) that might have been as pale as me. Even in the lack of sun, nobody was as sallow-looking as me. I swear, this memory was going to be the death of me. I peeked at the clock from the pillow, and saw that two hours have passed. I haven't slept in a whole week, except that one time during breakfast, when my face fell in the food. Nobody was around of course, but that didn't stop me from blushing as red as a tomato when I lifted my face.

I got up and went to the computer. I tapped my foot as it loaded slow as a snail, and closed all the pop-ups on the screen. I didn't even know what I wanted to do, I just clicked on the Internet browser and drummed my fingers on the keyboard. I looked up 'vampire'. This is one thing that I actually was too scared to do when I was running for my life. I figured this was something to do, though, and I already knew I hadn't planned on going to sleep soon.

When the results came up, there were hundreds. I started with the first one. Wikipedia. This one was just some basic info on them, and names some famous ones, like Dracula. The nest one I tried that sounded about as good as anything, was 'vampires, a-z'. I guessed that he probably wouldn't be one of the ones named, but there was like, types of vampires, as well as stories. There was two quotes on the home page of the website.

Throughout the vast shadowy world of ghosts and demons there is no figure so terrible, no figure
so dreaded and abhorred, yet dight with such
fearful fascination, as the vampire, who is himself neither ghost nor demon,
but yet partakes the dark natures and possesses the mysterious
and terrible qualities of both.-- Rev. Montague Summers

If there is in this world a well-attested account, it is that of vampires.
Nothing is lacking: official reports, affidavits of well-known people, of surgeons,
of priests, of magistrates; the judicial proof is most complete.
And with all of that, who is there who believes in vampires?-- Rousseau

Now, I just thought that was kind of depressing. Surely vampires could not be that horrible, could they? I mean, sure, they drink blood, live on it, but did that mean that they were all bad? I hoped not.

I read carefully through the descriptions, looking for anything that sounded familiar, let alone plausible. It seemed that vampire myths centered around beautiful women as demons and children as victims; they also seemed like constructs created to explain away the high mortality rates for young children, and to give men an excuse for infidelity. Many of the stories involved bodiless spirits and warnings against improper burials. There wasn't much that sounded like the movies I'd seen, and only a very few, like the Hebrew Estrie and the Polish Upier, who were even preoccupied with drinking blood.

Only three entries really caught my attention: the Romanian Varacolaci, a powerful undead being who could appear as a beautiful, pale-skinned human, the Slovak Nelapsi, a creature so strong and fast it could massacre an entire village in the single hour after midnight, and one other, the Stregoni benifici.

About this last there was only one brief sentence.

Stregoni benifici: An Italian vampire, said to be on the side of goodness, and a mortal enemy of all evil vampires.

It was a relief, that one small entry, the one myth among hundreds that claimed the existence of good vampires. Speed, strength, beauty, pale skin, blood-drinker, cold-skinned. These were many characteristics that I had experienced or saw first hand. There were not many myths that supported these. There were some things I was not sure of. Why were his eyes such a golden color? The myths had told of either red eyes that burned with thirst, or some other odd color. Never gold. I looked over at the clock on the computer's screen. Four hours had passed since the last time I checked. It was nearly six o'clock. I went over to my bed to act for Charlie. He was under the impression that I got a pretty good amount of sleep. He would be coming in, three, two, one. The door opened. The door closed. Nothing super hard to do. Charlie would rather believe something that wasn't true rather than face the facts.

I had witnessed a vampire.

Edward POV

I was sulking. Vampires never slept, so that left plenty of time to scold myself for almost killing a human. And for hunting so close to the town. My instincts took over as soon as I saw the animal. And then she happened to stroll by, and her scent caught me. It was, by far, the most sweet-smelling thing that I had ever encountered, her blood. It's been one week, and I had spent the nights wallowing in self-pity. I let my mind wander to the day.

Flashback, in Edward's point of view...

"Emmett, shut up, you have no idea what you are talking about." Alice sneered at my 'brother'.

Wait. Before I go into the whole tale of what has made me so bed-ridden, I guess I should give you some backround.

You see, my family and I were vampires. We supposedly moved here from Carolina. A very, very sunny place. Not exactly the best place to stay inconspicious when you sparkle under the glare of the sun. This is why we tried to stay near the Olympic Penninsula. Anyways, that was the story we told the very few humans around here. Believe it or not, this place- Forks- was the basic plague of vampires. And of course, where there are vampires, and there are werewolves. I felt pity for the poor humans that have chosen to live here, never actually believing in anything remotely mystical. Once in a blue moon, there would be that human who would get too close to a hungry vampire, or maybe their blood was too sweet. A 'singer', as we call them. Their blood sings for us strongly. Anyways, they would get too close and their family would never see them again. At least, it wouldn't be the same person.

They would be different looking, different in form, different in how they act. People never recognized them, therefore claiming them dead. In fact, they were. But not completely.

My family is one of the biggest covens. Maybe in the whole world. Carlisle is a doctor to the very few humans here in Forks, he has restrained from drinking blood, human blood that is, for at least half his life, which is a long time now that I think about it. Esme is a stay-at-home mom. She's one of the kindest souls that you would ever meet. Jasper is the newest addition to our coven. He has had some problems with our lifestyle.

You see, we're what you call 'vegetarians'. Meaning we don't drink blood. Anyways, back on track. Jasper has a special power of manipulating people's feelings. Turning into a vampire expresses the best traits you had as a human. Or at least that's Carlisle's theory. Alice is Jasper's mate. She has a very hyper and friendly personality, and has the power to see the future. Rosalie is the second oldest, next to me. She's vain sometimes, but she can be caring when she wants to. She loves anything to do with cars. Emmett is a huge, burly, guy. He hates awkward silences, and is one of the funniest people ever. He also likes to make you the butt of a joke.

So, I think that was enough information to continue on with the story.

Continued....

"Yes, I think I do, Alice." He sneered back. Carlisle was at work, but Esme, Rosalie, and Jasper was watching this with fascination. It's not every day that Alice and Emmett quarrel. Well.....actually, they do, but it's normally not because of Emmett ruining Alice's clothes.

Jasper sent them an extra wave of anger. I could see he was thinkinghow much more enjoyment he would have. I chuckled. Alice's face was twisting into a new face of anger. Emmett's was a perfect resmblance of an irratated grizzly bear.

"Emmett, you know nothing! Fashion is one of the most important things ever! Jasper, stop making me angrier!" She added, when she realized that she was gettng furious. Jasper looked at her with an apologizing look.

"Sorry, sweetie," he stated. She nodded and waited for Emmett to respond. I could hear his thoughts trying to compose themselves.

"Well not to me!" Was his brilliant response. Alice groaned loudly and stormed off to some other part of the house. Emmett followed her example and went the other way. We stayed in the living room and looked at each other before laughing.

"That was one of the most fascinating things to happen this month!" Jasper said in between fits of laughter. I nodded and Esme tried so hard not to laugh at her son's expense. I heard Alice's voice from outside.

"I can hear you guys laughing! I will get even!" We all stopped laughing. When Alice gets revenge, you can bet you will be tortured. Emmett came in from the kitchen. He seemed to have calmed own some bit.

"Hey, Edward, you want to go hunting today?" He asked me. His thoughts were filled with grizzly bears and him. I smirked.

"Sure. How about now?" He grinned.

"Sure." We headed out the door at vampire speed, not worrying about humans seeing us. They normally never went into the woods. We stopped when we smelled some animals.....deer, I recognized. We turned to each other and smiled before stepping into the ferns and pouncing when they crossed our path. When we were satisfied, Emmett and I agreed to cover parts of the forest, and meet back there. My next hunting spot was where I saw her.

I was sucking an elk when I smelled the most delicious thing ever. I snapped my head up to see a girl, obviously human. I couldn't help when I took a deep breath to clear my mind. The scent took over, and so did my instincts. I pounced and knocked her over, pinning her with my hands. She pushed herself deeper into the ground, trying to get away. I snapped out of the idea of hunting her when I looked into her eyes. They were huge depths of gorgeous chocolate brown. She closed them, and seemed to think of something very profoundly. That's when I realized I couldn't hear her thoughts. I held my breath as I got off of her and ran. I ran all the way to my and Emmett's meeting place to find Alice.

"I'm glad you didn't kill her," she simply stated. I nodded and took deep breaths, even though I didn't even need to. I just needed fresh air. I noticed Alice's thoughts were being blocked from me.

"Alice, what? Did you have a vision?" She nodded her head.

"Yes, but nothing of importance now. I'll leave you to hunt now. Emmett should be coming now." Then she left, without giving me time to ask another question. I sat down and waited. When Emmett came, I guess he could sense that I was being quiet, but said no words. We went home and I headed up straight to my room, feeling massive amounts of guilt.

So that was how I ended up here, in my room, door locked. Music playing. Guilt was the culprit.

Why did she have to wander in the woods, at that time? I could have saved myslef from all of this and got on with my life. My stupidly endless life.

Yet, I wished to see her again.

A/n: So that is my attempt at a vampire story. If you guys think that I should continue it, please say so in a review. If not, I guess I'll make it into a oneshot. Anywho, hope you at least liked it, cause this idea just came to me and I had to type it out. Silly me, not being able to refrain from the computer. Bet it drives people crazy. No, I know it does. LOL. Kay, well time for the disclaimer! BTW, I used some humongous quotes from Twilight.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ALL THE AWESOMENESS OF THESE CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER!