It had only been a week since he had left. A week since my world stopped spinning, again. Oh yes, he'd promised. But apparently he didn't hold much by promises.
This time there hadn't even been the not-so-subtle 'We need to talk'. No, this time, he just vanished. Alice said that someone from Denali needed his help with something, but I had been around them all long enough to recognize the too- innocent expressions that meant they were hiding something from me, usually something big and bad.
My musings were cut short however, when I pulled up in front of my house. A big black Harley was parked where my beloved Chevy normally sat. Completely confused, and slightly wary because of my intense dislike of surprises, I got out of my truck and walked slowly up to the front door.
Unlocking the door, I slipped quietly in and shut it behind me without turning my back on the seemingly empty house. I stiffened when I heard a noise in the living room. Knowing that if someone was after me, it was probably stupid to try and run, I made my way toward the noise.
I was prepared, ready to be faced by Victoria, or Demetri, or some other bloodthirsty fiend. So I was startled to find a girl just a little older than me, lounging on the couch. Her blond hair fell just past her shoulders, her clothing was quite out of place in Forks, something more suited to Arizona, or maybe Southern California.
"Um…" I started. "Can I help you?" I asked, not having the slightest clue why such a person would be sitting in my living room. She didn't look like one of Charlie's friends, and she certainly wasn't an old friend of mine.
She jumped up and spun around at the same time. "Oh my gosh, Bella? It's been forever!" She said, with a huge smile on her face. My blank look turned it into a frown. "You don't remember me, do you?"
"Er, should I?" I asked, stepping into the room, and relaxing slightly, sure now that it wasn't a vampire coming for revenge.