A/N Hey guys! So I was working on this, and I thought it would turn out good. Tell me what you think, if I should continue and what I need to work on

Disclaimer : I do NOT own Twilight (though I was I did)

Summary: His blood red eyes bore into mine. "Are you afraid of death, young one?" "No." I had no reason to be afraid; he took everything I loved from me.

1846

Damn this bloody dress. Why must we women look our best at all time, while the men just throw on some clothes and leave? For once, I would love to wear a pair of pants.

"Isabella, are you almost ready? The ball starts in twenty minutes."

"Yes mother. I will be down soon." Ugh, dancing, another way to show just how clumsy I am. At least it is a masquerade ball and Edward will be there with me. Time to leave.

I walked downstairs to see me father sitting in a chair in the parlor. "Father, aren't you supposed to be at your club by now?"

His face was serious and he spoke using the tone he used for business. "Isabella, there has been a prisoner that escaped and is running around the town. Already, ten people have been reported murdered." Murdered?! "I have to escort you to and from where ever you go. Do you understand?"

"Yes father, I do." At least I will be safer with him around, though it will be less private.

"Very well. Now, I believe it is time to take my daughter to a ball." His tone turned back into that of a father and he smiled, the wrinkles around his eyes making him seem happier.

In the carriage, I couldn't help but wonder what the families of the victims were feeling. I wish that they aren't too distraught, or that the victims had families at all.

I was pulled out of my musings by the sound of the carriage door opening. Father helped me out and led me down the narrow, dirt path leading to the Weber household. Angela Weber is one of my closest friends, and tonight, it was her turn to host the ball.

When we walked through the door you could see everyone. The house was decorated in the newest fashions and everyone had on their best gowns.

"Isabella! Finally, you're here." Angela called.

"Angela! What an amazing job you did decorating." I told her. She blushed.

"Thank you. I'm so glad you came. It has gotten dreadfully boring here, and everyone seems to be asleep."

"Well, I'm here now!" I excused myself, with the excuse of getting myself some punch, but I really wanted to look for Edward. Usually was here already, waiting for me by the door. I was surprised when he wasn't there.

I scanned the crowd, but didn't see him anywhere. He must be running a little late today. I thought.

Twenty minutes passed and I still didn't find him. What my father had told me earlier kept ringing through my head. Escaped prisoner. Ten people murdered. Escort you.

I tried to be practical. I tried to reason with myself that Edward couldn't have been hurt. He had to be preoccupied. I just needed to find him to reassure myself.

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Preview of Chapter 2:

I had nothing left in me. Everything was drained in me. Everything was gone.