Hi! This is my first Twilight story, so sorry if this first chapter sucks It will get better I promise.

It's been years since I left. I'm not sure how many. Ever since the Volturi incident…well time had gotten away from me.

Thinking of the time made me smile. Alice had saved my life and afterwards threatened many colorful ends for me. When she realized that was what I wanted, she'd gotten more creative. She'd threatened to kill Bella.

"You wouldn't. You and I both know that."

"She'd be happier that way."

I had to admit that she was right. So I'd promised that I wouldn't attempt to kill myself again.

So why was I here? In the place where her essence had been woven into the very fiber of the muddy ground? Was she even still here?

I hoped not. I had promised myself that I would never see her again, but after years,(How many had it been. Of wandering and wishing, longing just to see her again, I couldn't stay away. I wasn't even sure how I'd gotten here, like my car had a mind of its own.

Forks hadn't changed since I'd last seen it. It was still green and wet, not a shaft of sunlight in sight. Perfect for someone like me. It had been heard for Carlisle to find somewhere else as perfect as forks had been, but Carlisle always found a way. Esme had invited me over a few days ago, begged me really. I declined, like I had every time she'd asked me to come home.

My home will always be with her.

I remembered the way to her house easily, but I instead made my way in the opposite direction, parking in the school parking lot. The memory of that first day, when she'd walked into the classroom and sat next me, made me miss her more. I got out of the car, taking a deep breath.

Then I ran.

Running for a vampire is like nothing any human could dream of, I would have enjoyed myself, had it not been for where I was going. Our place. The clearing in the woods. Where I'd first shown her who I was. The trees rushed past me in a hazy blur, the thick trunks flying by. I tried to imagine Bellas face, had she been here.

Don't think about her.

That was impossible. Every thought that passed through my head seemed to be about her these days.

Here.

The clearing was unchanged, and it seemed to be only place in Forks where sunshine brightened the green, turning it almost yellow.

Not quite unchanged.

What was there made me stop in my tracks. My breath stopped. Good thing I didn't need it. With my exceedingly good eyesight I could read what was printed in plain block letters

Isabelle Swan

September 13, 1987- September 13, 2010

It was like a punch in the face. Made by Emmett of course. This wasn't what I had planned. Of course I'd expected her to grow up, to live, to die… but so soon? According to this she had only been twenty-three when she died. How? Why? These questions floated around me, making it impossible for me to just stand there.

I ran again.

I couldn't face anyone in town, they might recognize me. It hadn't been that long. I couldn't go to the rest of the Coven, not without knowing…there was only one place to go. The old house. Maybe there I could gather my thoughts, decide what to do next. Anywhere but here.

I reached the house, happily taking it in. The white walls, the rectangular structure. It was beautiful not only in architecture, but in the memories that seemed to decorate it. I paused for a moment before opening the door. What if someone lived there? There's no car…Before I could even knock the door swung open.

There was the last person I expected to see.

Jacob Black.