This fanfic started out as a story for my friend (Jamillia is her name here. You should check her out). What began as a "The Host" fiction, turned into a The Host vs. Twilight fan fiction. Enjoy.

WARNING: If you have not read THE HOST, do not proceed! This will not make sense and could contain MAJOR SPOILERS.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters or the story this fan fiction is based on. They are all Stephenie Meyer's. Also, there are bound to be some grammatical errors in here. I can only edit so many times before I start seeing things as they should be, rather than as they actually are.

Chapter One: Woken

I groaned and rolled over face down as if my head buried in a pillow would prevent me from waking up. I was forcefully turned face up by the cold marble hands that had woken me. They lifted my tired body into a sitting position, although I stubbornly kept my eyes closed. Icy lips lightly touched my forehead, and were gone within a second.

"Edward," I complained. He never interrupted my sleep in the morning. What was his problem? I slowly opened my eyes, expecting to see the room illuminated by the dull grey light of Forks, Washington. It was pitch black.

"Bella," Edward's velvet voice whispered urgently from the other end of the room, "You need to get up. We have to hurry."

"Edward, I-" I protested, about to lie down and go back to sleep, my brain intoxicated by grogginess. Halfway through falling back onto the soft pillows of Edward's golden bed, I felt Edward's marble arm catch me around the waist and one of his flawless fingers cover my lips.

"We're leaving. Now."

I could not process what he had just said. I just stared into Edward's frozen eyes like a moron for a long while until the haze of sleep wore off and my brain started functioning properly. My expression turned quickly to distress, as I understood my new husband's words.

"But we just got married! We just- what about Charlie? Jacob would want- everything ruined!" I began to panic. It was not supposed to happen like this. I would get to say goodbye… to everyone.

"We don't have time. It's too late." There was a not of regret in his voice. I eyed him suspiciously.

"You tell me what's going on, right now, Edward Cullen! Or I'll... I'll..." I couldn't think of a good enough threat, "I won't get out of this bed!"

It was silent for a minute as we stared at each other, his face painted and slightly irritated, and my expression what I hoped to be authoritative.

"No," was his simple answer and I could tell by his stern look that he would say no more. Edward swiftly lifted me into his arms and set me carefully but quickly on the floor. He handed me a pile of my clothing and a new jacket that I didn't recognize.

"What's this?"

"Your jacket."

"I'm fine with my old one, thanks." I moved to put away the brand new, no doubt expensive black leather jacket.

"Bella, please don't be difficult. Now isn't the time. Besides, you'll need a good coat for the trip. It might have to last you a while." I swore that he added something about being difficult about gifts under his breath, but I couldn't be sure.

"Fine," I breathed, giving in. There was no point in arguing. I knew I would lose. I pulled off my pajamas and changed into the clothes Edward had handed me, leather jacket and all. I briskly moved to the bathroom and Edward followed me, waiting outside the door while I vigorously brushed my hair and teeth. He looked at his watch several times while I was rushing to get ready, which made me nervous. His patience was usually impeccable during even the worst situations. Something must have happened, something very bad.

As soon as Edward decided I was ready, I was swept up into his arms and cradled against his stone chest. He rushed down the stairs, pulling a stuffed hiking backpack onto his back on the way down.

"Wait a second," I demanded and Edward instantly came to a halt. We stood in the center of the Cullen's open main room. I looked around, memorizing every detail that I could of the house that I may never see again. It was still bright, even in the dark hours of the early morning. Almost too soon, Edward was running again. The blur of white that was the Cullen's house turned into a blur of green in a manner of seconds. Why were we in the forest?

"Aren't we going to the airport or something? It would be better to drive. It could look a little suspicious to show up without a car."

"We're not going to the airport," Edward informed me. I was confused and irritated at his brief response.

"Well, then where are we going," I pushed. I deserved to at least know this information. It was only fair. I stared past Edward's head at the trees rushing by us. His worry in his eyes was intensely unsettling.

"Phoenix, Arizona," Edward sighed. The blur of too green forest quickly became nauseating and I had to focus my eyes back on Edward. I studied his expression, but it told me nothing about the reasoning behind going to the last place I expected.

"Home? Why go there? Is Renee all right? Was it the Volturi? A friend of Victoria's?" Edward paused before answering me.

"Renee is just as fine as any other human. And you shouldn't worry about the Volturi." Edward, not wanting to scare me, looked conflicted, but reluctantly added, "Our kind are the least of your problems, now."

A chill ran through my body as I assessed Edward's words. He obviously felt it, because he immediately apologized, "I'm sorry. I didn't want you to be scared."

"Somebody broke the treaty," I stated. This wasn't a question. I was sure of it. There was no other logical explanation for Edward believing vampires weren't my biggest problem. It all seemed to fit. Hot, sunny Phoenix would be one of the last places to look for a vampire. But the wolves would eventually find us there. There would be a war. Someone would get hurt.

"Not Jake," I whispered almost silently.

Sorry that it was a bit short. This is my first time writing a fanfic or any large body of work. Chapter two should be up soon. It's currently in the final stages of editing. Chapter three is a different story... I have many ideas for where this fiction could go, but with school I can't be sure how quickly the chapters will be posted. I've also had a sickening case of writer's block. Wish me luck with that. Ha.

P.S. I'd love any advice or feedback. I need it.