Summary: Year 2008th. Private First Class Bella Swan of the U.S. Marine Corps is serving in Afghanistan. But it is not the talibans who make her freeze with fear and dream about the sooner return home every day. He is her main nightmare in this war. First Lieutenant Edward Cullen aka the Dracula. A/H.

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. The storyline belongs to MaryKent. I own nothing but the pleasure of translating this story).

A/N: Hello, guys!

First and foremost, this is not my story.. It's written by amazing MaryKent, and you can find the original version at s/8513817/1/Semper-Fidelis. I just enjoy translating it from Russian. Since English isn't my native language, I'm sorry for the mistakes which I will probably make. I'll be thankful for you pointing them out. MaryKent and I will be most grateful for your opinion and critique as well. Enjoy! Read and review). Yours, liliflower.

Prologue
"How are you going to tell your parents this?" Bella Swan's best friend Angela Weber asked, while biting her lip.
"Just outright." Bella answered jutting her chin out. They walked home from school together through the wet sidewalk that smelled of pineneedles and rain.
"They'll kill you!" Angela exclaimed.
"I don't care. I just can't go on like this anymore, Angie. They shout every day, and all the while trying to drag me into it." Bella sniffed, feeling the tears rushing in her eyes involuntarily, which immediately activated her chronic rhinitis. "Charlie promised to buy me a car if I say I hate Phil and stay in Forks. And Renee promised me a trip to Europe, if I move in with her and Phil. I hate them. Both."
"Bells, it happens. Things will get better." Her friend patted her on the shoulder. "Just wait a year, and we'll go to college together."
"I don't want to wait. I want to get out of here right now!" Bella excalimed stubbornly.
They were already outside Bella's house, looking at Charlie and Renee's cars outside. That, regretfully, ment they were both at home. It was time to tell them.
"Bye, Angie." Bella said, barely containing her tremors. "Wish me luck."
"Can't you still change your mind?" Angela looked at her hopefully. "You passed the tests. But you haven't signed the contract yet."
"I'll tell them that it has been signed. I decided everything, Angie." Bella said firmly. "I will become stronger. And everyone will respect me. I'm tired of being the main school loser and the weapon in my parents' war."
"Good luck, Bella." Angela said tearfully, and the two girls hugged tightly. Bella breathed deeply and pushed the door open. She immediately heard Renee's loud voice.
"Bella will live with us, Charlie. She wants it. What can she do in this poky hole of a place?"
"In this poky hole of a place, Renee, there are all her friends and her beloved father!" Charlie shouted not less loudly. "And by the way, she said that your Phil looks at her the way a lusty teenager should!"
"Swan, are you out of your mind?" Renee almost screamed. "You really have lost all your shame!"
"Have I? You brought your lover here and has almost f*** him in the full sight of Forks!" Charlie shouted, turning purple. "And in front of our daughter!"
Bella wiped her feet on the mat, and slammed the door so hard that the windows rattled. Her parents turned around sharply.
"Bella, you've returned from school ..." Renee said, sounding distracted.
Charlie cleared his throat, as if a bear was scratching in there, and heaeded to sit on the couch to watch TV.
"Wait, Dad," Bella said with suddenly shrunken voice. "I have to say something to both of you. I will not ... I will not live with any of you."
"What?" Renee exclaimed in amazement.
"What do you mean?" Charlie was taken back.
"I'm leaving." Bella declared. "In three days."
"Where to?" Renee and Charlie looked at each other, trying to determine which of them has advised Bella to tell such a nonsence.
"To Parris Island." Bella answered.
"Parris Island? What is this place and why on earth are you going there?" Renee was surprised.
"That is the Marine Corps Recruit Depot," Bella said. "A week ago, I didn't go on a tour. I took the enlistment tests. I signed the contract and in a few months, I'm going to volunteer to serve in Afghanistan."
There was silence in the living room of the Swan's house. It was so quiet that Bella could hear the buzzing of a fly on the porch.
"Bella, it's a joke, right?" Renee asked with a strange smile on her face.
"No, it's not a joke." Bella replied and suddenly felt stronger and more determined. Her shoulders straighten and the dull headache she had for months ceased.
Looking at her parents' gaping faces, she quickly rose and went to her room.
Closing the door, she heard Renee's bloodcurling scream, "Swan, because of you, my daughter goes to war! I hate you!"
With the door closed, Bella fell on the bed face down and called Angela.
"I told them, Angie."
"And how did they react?"
"They don't care. Now they blame it on each other." Bella said, listening to the screams drifting from below and the sounds of breaking dishes.
"Are you really going to the Marines?" Angela asked quietly.
"Yes, Angie," Bella smiled bitterly as the tears ran down her cheeks. "I know that even in a war, I will be better off than with my own parents."