Disclaimer: Seriously? Why do we still do these -_- Everyone knows I don't own twilight 'cause if I did I would have been replaced Edward with a more suitable character.

Side note, was breaking dawn awesome or what? :D

I took a deep breath trying to remember all the smells I was familiar with. I would miss the dry desert air, that's for sure. I picked up my suitcases and dragged them out to the car. "Pop the truck mom." I waited and the action that I was expecting was not preformed. I huffed and walked over to the driver's side of the car. Soft weeping sounds could be heard.

I approached cautiously, careful not to trigger another crying session. Believe it or not, Renee has been having these episodes all week. "Mom, please don't do this again I'm going to be late for my flight. Now please pop the trunk." She sniffled a few times and complied with my wishes.

I knew I sounded harsh, but If I wasn't we'd surely miss my flight. I threw the cases in the trunk carelessly, not caring if anything broke. I slammed the trunk shut. Jogging I made it to the passenger side and slipped in. "Put your seat belt on."

And like that, we were off. The drive to the airport was mostly quiet aside from a few choked sobs here and there. Arriving at the airport I took my bags out of the trunk and began walking in, not waiting for my mom to follow.

Please mom, don't pull no sappy shit on me. I prayed quietly to myself. Almost there...

"Oh Bella, are you sure you want to do this?" Damn.

I huffed and rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time. I turned around and put on the best fake smile I could manage. "Yeah mom, it's ok really. I know how much traveling the world is important to you, but it's not all important to me." I gave her shoulder a last reassuring squeeze and before she could object again I was wheeling my suitcase down the aisle.

I placed my suitcases on the conveyor belt and stepped through the metal detector. Renee has never given a rat's ass about me before. No reason why she should start now. I gritted my teeth in frustration. So glad to be getting away from that woman and her boy-toy Robbin. I handed my passport and ID to the flight attendant.

"Bella Swan?" The flight attendant looked at me and my ID, then back to me. He was young, possibly in his 20's. Thick curly red hair topped his oval shaped head and hazel eyes surrounded by long red eye lashes stared back at me. Carl was what the name tag read. Typical. I tapped my foot impatiently. The picture looks exactly like me; I would know since I just took it four weeks ago. Carl then handed my card back and slipped me a piece of paper with it.

"Thank you Miss Swan and have a nice flight." Eh, is that a lustful look in his eyes? Ew Carl. I couldn't bring myself to smile, so a small curt head nod was given instead. Once on the plane I took out the crumpled piece of paper and gave it a once over before tossing it aside.

Call Me?

Was written with a set of digits written under it. Never in a million years would he have a chance with me.

"Excuse me!" A shrill voice called out to me, instantly catching my attention. "What?" I hissed. A nerdy adolescent shoved his glasses farther up on his face and in the other outstretched hand laid a crumpled piece of paper. "You should treat this plane with respect and not litter." What a nasty nasally voice... I don't like that.

I raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow giving him a dubious look before scoffing. You have got to be kidding. "I don't have any care for the item you currently possess so unless you want to throw it away sit down and shut up." The last part came out a bit harshly but seeing as if my mood was constantly deteriorating I really didn't care. Actually come to think of it I've been being an ass to just everyone today.

The teen eyed me suspiciously before taking a seat next to me. "Well you didn't have to use such words Miss. I would have much preferred if you said 'please go throw it away from me."

I turned and glared at him murderously. To my pleasure he whimpered and flinch back; and that smug grin was replaced with a tight line. Briefly I wondered it would be satisfying to break his scrawny pencil-like neck. No, probably not. I began feeling a slight burning in the back of my throat.

"This is going to be a long flight..."

I arrived in Seattle within a few hours. I walked out of the airport, stretching my stiff limbs and unlocking my joints. Mm. Never again will I take another plane. Running could have gotten me here in a much more timely fashion with dignity left to spare.

The August air was crisp and fresh. Unlike Arizona the air was extremely moist here. It almost felt like I was taking in a glass full of water every intake.

"Bells."

I turned around and was greeted by a smiling aging man in his mid forties. "Hey Charlie." Charlie, my father, scratched the back of his head and mumbled something of a hello. Seems like things never change. Still The same awkward Charlie I knew years ago. I wasn't sure if I should hug or not, so I settled for a light punch in the shoulder.

"Yes well." He continued and opened the passenger door. I think we should get going."

The drive was long, and frankly, boring. I stared out of the window to distract myself. But all I saw were trees, trees, trees... oh look a deer. Charlie coughed in the seat next to me. Usually when men do that they're preparing for a speech.

"Well Bella as you know I am the Chief cop around here so uh, I think some rules are in order here. I know you're 17 but no drinking or drugs-" I snorted from the seat next to him. Yup I was a right a speech. "-your curfew is at twelve on the dot. You can date, but I need to be able to meet him first. No creepy, stalker guys either. And no hunting deer. They're becoming rare in these parts." No deer? And they're my favorite too. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "But there was an abundant of deer just a few year ago, what happened?"

I visibly noticed Charlie stiffen and he went quiet next me choosing not to answer my question. Touchy subject? What happened to Forks while I was gone?

We pulled up in our drive way shortly after. The house still looked the exact same. Although, it was in bad need of a paint job. I walked ahead and pushed open the front door, surprised that it wasn't locked. Then again it was a cop's house. I entered the kitchen first taking in the dull paints and average furniture. And I wasn't very surprised to find the living room with only a T.V and a recliner.

I paused at the bottom of the stairs when an unusual feeling approached me. The feeling, that I was being watched.

I looked around to see no one but Charlie enjoying Sunday football. Odd. I thought before shaking off the feeling and running two at a time up the stairs. The master bed room lay dead ahead with my name printed on the door. He gave up his own bedroom? Impressive.

Opening the door I was greeted with baby blue colored walls and a pure white carpet. Aren't I going to have fun keeping that clean. I walked on the plush thick carpet enjoying the comfort it brought to my feet. A king sized bed sat pushed up against the wall in the middle of the room. I ran my hand over the dark blue comforter. I was pleased with the decorations and felt appreciative of the work Charlie put into the room. I sunk into the bed and moaned. So soft.

Feeling a breeze I looked up and gasped and what used to be a wall. It was knocked down and replaced with two sets of sliding doors leading to a balcony.

"You like it?" Charlie appeared the the door frame with both of my suitcases.

"Yes I love it." Before I could stop myself I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Thank you so much." We stood like that for awhile, locked in an awkward embrace. He coughed and I let go before shuffling back a few paces. A light blush tinted his cheeks. "Here." Charlie handed me my slightly over weight baggage. The only reason I could tell was from the grunt that escaped Charlies mouth while handing them over. "You uh, want to unpack early because you have school tomorrow."

I suppressed the need to roll my eyes. Lord only knows how many times I've done that today. As if sensing the argument that was about to unfold Charlie ducked out of my room and high-tailed it downstairs; most likely to finish his game. I picked up the two suitcases and tossed them onto my bed as if they weighed nothing. Well, given my current strength they did feel a little weightless. I couldn't help my mind from wandering while unpacking.

High School eh? Haven't been there in close to a decade. And the thought of so much delicious blood in one spot made my fangs tingle in anticipation. I felt the venom flood my mouth before swallowing. Unfortunately I wasn't allowed to give into my natural desires... even though I really wanted to.

"Charlie!" I yelled from my bedroom door. "I'm going out to hunt." A grunt from his general direction confirmed that he heard. Changing into some sweats and a tee I quickly went over to my balcony and jumped off. I landed feet first, like I expected to and ran deep into the forest. I was quite exhilarating. Back in Arizona there weren't dense forest. New animals with new smells enticed me and I felt my heart swell with glee. Yes, I was truly in my element.

"Oof." I hit hard and landed on my back. Rubbing my now sore head I looked for the object that obscured my path. It would appear that dodging trees is something I need to get used to though. I stood up rubbing my sore bottom and wiped the dirt off.

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Run.

"..." What the hell? I closed my eyes and listen the sounds of the forest. Deer running, Mother bear playing with her cubs, scurrying rats. I shook my head, running a hand through my black tresses. This is the second time today I had this feeling of being... watched. Wait, the birds. I don't hear any birds. I hunched into a defensive position letting a low growl escape my throat. I felt absolutely stupid standing here alone... growling at no one.

I stood up confused and studied my surroundings once again. Hm. Usually no birds equaled something coming. Unless, there are naturally no birds here. Odd, completely odd. What mysteries do you have going on Forks?

AN: Who reads these?:P

Wow it has been a while since I've been on FF. :P Any who I've recently had an addiction to BellxRose stories. Buuuuuut most of the stories on here are like one-shots -_- (they are a few good multi one's too but I read them all...) So I decided to to a multi-chap fic on this couple. First time writing anything that has to do with Rose I'm going to do my best to keep her in character. But she won't be bitchy this whole story.

They may be typo's in here so I'm sorry. I read this thing like 5 times over and caught allot so hopefully...

ALSO you can notice I was changing the word for Bella's luggage a lot. hehe sorry

Yes as you may be able to tel Bella is a vampire... well, kinda is. I promise it will be explained in later chapters so please don't ask because it's a secret ;)

Mmmm, what else... this chapter is short but I promise it gets more interesting and longer from here on out.

Until next time please review and tell me what you think :D