Thanks to the lovely ladies from the Sparkly Red Pen this chapter has been worked over by two awesome ladies. Jennifer and Sammy. I hope you like it. Some things to keep in mind, this story is not for the faint of heart and is rated M for a reason. There will be sex, violence and at least one character death. As always Stephanie Meyer owns all things Twilight.

Chapter 1

Pushing my sunglasses over my eyes I walked to where my rental car sat. The clerk said the car was a blue Audi and I scanned the small rental lot until I spied it. Today was the start of my vacation. I had left Phoenix this morning. I would be staying in Forks and spending time with my father and catching up with my best friend, Angela. I felt my lips turn up when I thought about how much fun this was going to be. I slid into the car and started my drive to Forks. I could only get a flight to Seattle which gave me at least a two hour drive to the tiny town I grew up in.

I drove through the streets of Seattle and when I made it to the highway I hit the speed dial on my phone and listened to Angela's line ring. When her voicemail picked up I left her a short message saying I was on my way. I dialed my dad next. He should be working but I wanted to let him know my flight had landed safely.

"Forks Police Department."

"Hi Char-, uh dad. I just wanted to let you know I'm on my way."

"That's great Bells. I can't wait to see you."

"Me too dad, I was thinking about calling Sue and inviting her for dinner tonight." Sue Clearwater and my father have been dating for the last two years.

"Listen Bella, I won't be home tonight. Something came up. Can you stay at Angela's?" He sounded distracted.

"Sure. No problem. I can just come over in the morning."

He sighed and after telling me that would be fine he quickly hung up. My father was a man of few words but he had never rushed me off of the phone. Something big must have been happening for him to cancel our previous plans. Oh well, that gave me an extra night with Angela. Angela Weber has been my best friend since middle school. We had always been inseparable.

I cranked the radio up as I drove, pulling into Angela's apartment complex just before three in the afternoon. I didn't see Angela's car. I grabbed my purse and dug around for the key that I had so I could get inside. Once I found it I dashed up the steps and let myself in, throwing my purse onto the floor.

"Angela?" I called out for her just in case she was home. I didn't want to scare her. I walked towards the back of the apartment and called out again but there was still no answer. She was probably working-either at The Lodge or at the paper.

Well, what was I going to do now? I decided to get my suitcase and haul it up. That took care of five minutes. I sat on Angela's couch and fiddled with the thin silver bracelet I wore on my left wrist. A present from my mother and Phil. When I found that to be boring I reached for the remote and turned on the TV, settling against the couch to watch a marathon of The Real Housewives. Those New Jersey wives were crazy. I noticed that the sun was going down when I was midway through the third episode. I tried Angela again and there was still no answer. I tried to think back and remember if Angela had told me what she would be doing tonight. She certainly hadn't been expecting me since I was supposed to be at Charlie's. Maybe she had plans with her boyfriend, Ben.

My stomach growled so I padded into the small kitchen that was just off the living room. Nothing. Angela had either forgotten how to shop or she was staying over at Ben's more often than I thought. I ran over the options in my head and decided to head to The Lodge. The place was tacky and small but it was one of the few places to eat in the area. And maybe Angela would be there.

The Lodge was packed so I grabbed the first seat that I saw open up. A perky server swung by my table, carrying stacked glasses. She set down a menu and I gave her my drink order and opened it up to have a look. Even though it had been years since I had been here I doubt the menu had changed much.

The atmosphere reminded me of Charlie's house. Not modern, and even though it was unrefined it still felt cozy-if you ignored the giant moose head on the far wall. I didn't see Angela anywhere.

Some people at a booth near me were laughing loudly so I lifted my head from the restaurant's menu to see what was going on. It was as if a shock ran through me from my head down to my pinkie toes. Edward Cullen. My high school love was seated on the end of the booth shaking his head while continuing to laugh. I recognized Alice, his sister, along with Jasper and Emmett. A beautiful blonde sat between Emmett and Edward. I didn't know who she was; she had not attended Forks High, though.

Edward and I had been dating for only a few months but I knew I loved him, and I was going to show him just how much tonight. We were lying next to each other on a large blanket that Edward had pulled from the trunk of his car. I could hear the waves crashing on the sand and it was getting dark. Our hands were entwined and I looked up at the stars.

"What are you thinking about, Bella?" I heard him whisper, his lips near my ear. My body tingled.

"You and how much I love you."

Uh oh, shit. I hadn't meant to say that out loud. I mean it had only been a few months. If I wasn't careful, I was going to scare him off. Shit. I bit my bottom lip and snuck a tentative glance at him. His jade eyes were lit up and he smiled.

"I love you too, Bella Swan."

It was like all the air had been pushed out of my body and then immediately replaced. Edward Cullen loved me. Me, plain old Isabella Marie Swan. My heart soared and I knew this moment was perfect. He leaned his head so that his lips were centimeters away from mine and then without a word they came crashing down over mine and I was lost in him. I didn't stop him when his hands ran under my tank top and shot straight to the clasp of my bra. He unhooked it and then I felt his hands over my breasts. Teasing my nipple, and causing me to buck my hips into him. I felt no embarrassment, surprisingly, since three months ago I would have been blushing like mad at the thought of doing this with Edward.

His kisses became harder and I gasped around his mouth when his right hand dipped low below my belly button. Was this really happening? I was vaguely aware of the fact that Edward's fingers were dancing along my skin and I was making sounds that I never thought I would make. I welcomed every touch.

Time stopped. I know how cliché that sounds but it was how I felt. My underwear was off now and I watched as he yanked his jeans and boxers off, setting them in the sand at the edge of the blanket. Sink or swim time. I watched with wide eyes as he rolled the condom on and eased himself between my legs.

I started to cry. Sure I had thought it would hurt but the stinging was almost unbearable.

"Are you okay? Do you wanna stop?" Edward asked me.

I released a breath and shook my head no. He was done a few minutes later. I didn't feel any different but I wondered if when I got home my father would be able to tell.

We both dressed silently, not sure what to say. For a few minutes I was scared that Edward would just leave. But he didn't, he tucked me under his arm and kissed the top of (my) head.

"I love you."

I couldn't help but smile and repeated the words back to him. We were quiet on the drive to my house. We were a block away when red and blue lights flashed behind us. Edward pulled over and my father stepped out of the cruiser. He didn't say anything to me. Instead, he asked Edward to step out of the car. "Edward Cullen, you are under arrest in connection to the disappearance of Tanya Denali and Jessica Stanley. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in the court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?"

"Miss, excuse me miss? The server jolted me out of my memory and I felt my face flush.

"Are you ready to order?"

"Um, I'll just have the soup and salad please." I handed her the menu and sipped my Dr. Pepper, looking once again at the booth. They were still laughing and Emmett howled while slapping his large hand on the table. I snuck glances at Edward while I ate my meal. He looked great, no he looked fuck worthy. His hair was a little bit longer and I could still see the toffee colors that twisted throughout. Edward had always been strong but now that he was older, hell now that I was older I could appreciate his build.

I was halfway through with my salad when Edwards's table got out of the booth. I prayed that no one would notice me. They walked out of the restaurant without looking my way. When my server came around I asked for my bill. I paid in cash and left a nice tip. I walked out the door and down the wooden ramp towards my car.

I fished around for my keys as I walked towards my car. I had just grasped onto them when I smacked into something. I looked up, feeling my face heat up. I had actually run into someone. Edward chuckled.

"Hello, Bella."

Shit. What do I say? "Hi, Edward." It was like looking at a cross between a Greek God and James Dean. He tugged on a lock of his hair and smiled that signature smile.

"I thought you lived in Arizona?"

I shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, I do. I'm here visiting Charlie and Angela." Should I ask him how long he's been back in Forks? I decided not to and I waited to see if he would say something else. He seemed to sense my tension because he took a step back.

"Nice seeing you, Bella. I hope to see you again." With his parting words he turned around and jogged across the parking lot leaving me biting my lip. That was awkward.

Edward Cullen was on my mind the entire ride back to Angela's. I tried to push him out of my head but I couldn't. When I got to the apartment lot I pulled in and killed the engine, ready to call it a night.

I tried Angela once more but there was still no answer. I left her a voicemail and decided that if I hadn't heard from her tomorrow I would drive over to Ben's. I didn't have his number otherwise I would have called him. I settled in on the couch and fell asleep listening to Jay Leno.

Ugh, make it stop. I don't want to get up. I reached my arm over looking for the snooze button. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was not an alarm clock but my phone. I dived for it and answered with a sleepy "hello."

I listened but all I could hear was heavy breathing. "Hello, who the fuck is this?" Still nothing but breathing. I hit the end button and looked at the call log. Unknown. The screen said it was 3:02 am. I waited a few minutes to see if the person would call back. They didn't. I felt uneasy-the hair on the back of my neck stood up and I wrapped myself in the blanket I had pulled from a hall closet. The thought that it could have been Angela flashed through my mind and I hurriedly dialed her number. Her voicemail picked up before the phone could ring. She must have it off now, I thought to myself.

I fell back asleep and didn't wake up again till after seven in the morning. The sun was beating down, but I could see some darker clouds through the window. This is Forks after all. It always rained. I stretched and got cleaned up.

The TV was still on and I changed the channel so that the local news would come on. I half listened as I made a pot of coffee.

"The Chief of Police was found dead shortly after four am this morning. Police are not releasing any other details at this time.

The mug I was carrying slipped from my hand and crashed onto the floor, spraying coffee all over the kitchen. I ran back into the living room and focused on the TV. A picture of Charlie was on the screen. I had taken that picture. It was from the day I graduated high school. I had to be dreaming; there was no way my father was dead.

I immediately reached for my phone and dialed Fork's Police Department.

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