BPOV

I moved here so my Mom could spend her time with Phil. I thought they could use some time alone, considering they are now newlyweds. I told my Mom I could use a fresh start and wanted to move in with Charlie. She seemed confused about my desision but eagerly agreed, considering her new life.

Forks hasn't been horrible. I made a few friends. My favorites were Angela and Ben. They were always so nice and helpful whenever I needed a break away from the quiet life at home. We went to a movie together every week. We had nicknamed ourselves as "The Flick Click". A little juvenile but always in fun.

Then there was Jessica and Mike. Well not Jessica AND Mike anymore. Mike had just recently been unfaithful to Jessica with the first female who showed any hint of interest. Thats why Jessica has been so undeniably nice to me in the past week or so. She used to hate me because she thought I was stringing Mike along somehow. I didn't get it. Mike was always asking me to go places with them, flirting with me right in front of Jessica. He could never take a hint. I swear his head was made of iron, how else could it be so hard?? Now that he has cheated on Jessica (which I think was for the best, for Jessica's sake) Jessica has been asking me to hang out with her all the time. I really didnt mind. I needed some girl time to get out of Charlie's hair. She has been begging me to go to a party she was invited to while she was at a concert with Mike a few weeks past. I thought it was kind of strange to go to a party where you know absolutely none of the people attending but, if it will take Jessica's mind off of Mike, why not give it a try?

That Friday morning I woke up knowing I would be hearing Jessica's excitment all day. I was dreading it. I'm not really one for parties, but for Jessica's sake I thought I would help her out. I mean, what if something bad happened? I could try and stop it. Not that I would be much help IF I tried, considering I'm a clumsy mess. I can't even walk down the hall without tripping over my own feet.

After I got dressed in my jeans and a light blue sweater, I headed to my old faded red Chevy truck. It was old but reliable. I absoluteley loved it.

I got to school to find Jessica waiting for me.

"I'm SO excited! I can't wait to pick out what I'm going to wear. You're going to have to come over to my house after school, I have to give you some clothing approprate for the party. We can have you going in what you usually wear!"

Leave it to Jessica to comment on my too casual clothing.

"Alright I guess I won't fight you on this one."

I knew she was right even though I didn't want to believe Jessica could be right. I liked my jeans and sweaters, they were comfortable, and I thought they looked .. fine. But I guess thats not what you wear to a patry. My only dress up clothing I have are sundresses from living in Pheonix with my Mom, but I knew I shouldn't suggest them because I would expect Jessica to tell me that I would look like a five year old.

"What did you tell Charlie?"

"I told him I would be over at your house working on a oral book report"

"Good, my parents are gone for the weekend, they'll be gone by the time we get out of school, so we can just head straight there"

I didn't feel good about lieing to Charlie but, hey, I think I can make one mistake.

After school I convinced Jessica to take my truck. I hated listning to her whiny music, it was just all too depressing. Plus her driving skills were sort of unbearable. I didn't want to go throught the incident again where she went OUT an IN at the mall, she about gave me a heart attack. I knew I was clumsy, but I can handle driving.

We arrived at her house at 3:00 P.M. and she immediatley started picking out clothes. Jessica picked out a red, low cut, high hemmed, tight fitting mini dress for her. She looked like one of those sleazy girls thatWill Smithdates on "The Fresh Prince of Bell Air", I hoped she wasn't going to go that far for what she had in mind for me.

To my surprise she picked out a knee length brown flowy skirt and a forn fitting, not too low cut T-shirt, out of respect for me some gold metallic flats. I then realized she probably wanted to stand out aside from me, which in all honesty I really didn't mind.

She started on my hair next. She swept half of it up for me, and curled my hair in ways I never knew could exist. My hair framed my face beautifly. I stared at myself in awe at how I looked as Jessica worked on her own hair. Jessica wore her hair silky straight. I couldn't believe she could get her mess of curls that glossy and beautiful.

Lastly she started to cake my face with make-up. It felt like she was putting too much on, it could just be the fact that I just put a little eyeshadow and eyeliner on in the morning. I definetley didn't need blush, as I blushed constantly. I really didn't need lipstick either, my lips were always a crimson red. I always thought my lips looked odd in comparison with my skin which was so pale. My mother begged to differ about it though. She always told me I looked like a vixon from an old time movie. Yeah... right.

When Jessica finnaly finished my make-up, I was shocked. I looked so pretty, I looked natraul. The exact opposite of what I thought I was going to look like. She emphisized my already big, round eyes with a light brown shadow, with a darker shade in the crease. she highlighted my cheekbones with a sparkly powder, it made me look like I had more pronounced cheekbone then I already had. She put the tiniest amount of blush on my cheeks. She finished with a clear lip gloss that made my lips look hollywood movie lucious.

"How did you do this to my face?" I was astounded.

"Well, I have practice every morning on myself, and I've been watching the Style Network since I was about 7 years old" She laughed at me as I was watching myself in pure amazement.

I watched her do her make-up hopefully taking in some tips. I would never do to my face what she did to hers though. Her eyeshadow was a shocking blue, and her lips were blood red. She looked horrible. I mean I know I'm not the style expert but... blue eyeshadow with a crimson red dress?? She looked like a cheap whore straight from a 1980's horror movie.

Finnally she finished herself off with an extremeley high and vividly ugly pair of metallic silver pumps. I really didn't understand how she could make me look so amazing, and then make herself look like... that. Ha! If there were any respectable cute boys at this party I would be in luck standing next to her. I could never find one of those though. Every guy I met seemed too eager. I don't know if it is my lack of knowledge on boys, or Charlie pounding it into my head that all of them were creeps, but I just haven't any interest in any of them. They are all to juvenile, and very much all too cocky.

We hoped into my love (my truck) and we set off to Seattle. I had never taken a trip there yet so this was going to be an experience. I could tell right off the bat that Jessica was not enjoying my taste in music at all. I thought I had perfect taste. I liked pretty much everything with two exceptions, rap, and country. My favorite of all of the genres was metal. I was listning to my favorite Opeth song when I looked over at jessica to see a disgusted look on her face.

"Why can't you listen to normal music?" as she made a disgusting face.

I just laughed and ignored that comment

"I think we turn straight ahead" Jessica had a Mapquest on her phone and the address in her hand.

The drive there was getting a little suspicious. The buildings were growing more gruesome as we drove further into what looked like the slums of Seattle.

"Maybe we should just go home" I was hopeing she wasn't getting the same gut feeling as I.

"No way!" "We have come this far, and look were here! Just park in this parking garage and we can walk the rest of the way"

"I suppose"

You know Bella you really are starting to sound like a parental figure rather than a friend"

"Sorry, I'm just a little nervous is all"

I really didn't want to continue this trip that neither one of our parents knew of. I knew now especially my thoughts of me stopping something bad would never be in my favor. I didn't want to make Jessica more dissapointed though, so I continued with what was planned.

We walked about 4 blocks to what looked like an abandoned home. It was tattered,dilapidated in the least. The windows were broken and I could swear the putrid smell I was getting a hint of was coming from inside the house.

I looked to Jessica with worry in my eyes "I-" was all I got out when the door suddenly flew open. Jessica seemed uncertain about the house, until she saw the man who opened the door. I couldn't figure out why her eyes had lit up with pleasure. The man was rather muscular with black greasy hair that looked like he hadn't washed it in a century or two. He was wearing an old suit that looked like he had just gotten finished rolling around in a gravel pit. He was utterly disgusting.

"Wow" was all Jessica mustered as she strode up to the entrace of the foul smelling home... if you could even call it a home.

I regretfully followed her in to find more like the man that opened the door.

"Hello my name is Gustoph, and what might your names be my pretty ladies?"

Jessica answered for me

"My name is Jessica and this is Bella."

"A wonderful pleasure to have you both with us on this night."

Ok. I was definetly freaked out now. He was talking like he was in one of my Renaissance movies. That just wasn't right. Neither was the green ooze they were drinking out of what looked like pewter goblets. Goblets? Who uses goblets? And for that matter who drinks what resembles green ooze? They offered Jessica and I some of the ooze. The man held it out to me first, it was bubbling and looked like it was some kind of poison fairy tale drink. I politley passed. The man let out a slight sneer and offered it to Jessica. Jessica grabbed it out of his hand and was drinking it down like it was candy. After she was done with the first they offered her more. And more.

I definetly didn't enjoy this at all. It was nerve wracking. I wanted to cry. I wanted to run. I was afraid if I had tried to do either one I would get hurt. These men were far from normal. They all had something a little odd about them. A crooked nose, and half mangled looking face, a wandering eye. I was far from frightened.

All of a sudden Jessica was kissing Gustoph with raging passion. That was definetly not like her, and I began to wonder even further what was in that drink.

I noticed two of the men whipsering to fast and low for me to hear, staring at me intetly. I felt my heart jump into my throat. I knew I was about of vomit. And then It happened. I vommeted all over their coffee table which looked really old and expensive, even though they looked really old and ... grotesque. They all looked at e in silence. Just then I noticed the music, if you could call it music. It sounded like chanting. I didn't know what to do. Here I was looking at all of them, with thier eyes burning into mine in complete silence. I looked over at Jessica to see that she was unconcious. Three of the men picked her up and carried her into a different room.

"Leave her alone! Just let us leave and we will go on with our lives! PLEASE!"

The men carried her off and acted like they didn't even hear me.

I was left with two of them inching twords me at a speed where you know that even if you run and the walked, you just couldn't get away. I fell off of the sofa I was sitting on for what seemed like hours. I was lying on the floor not sure if I would be too scared to move or talk. Just then I noticed the anticipating smirks both of these men held on their faces as the lowered themselves to me. just then I remembered Charlie had made me carry pepper sray. I tried to reach for my purse but I got hit on the head, and HARD! I was still consious and I could feel them trying to rip my shirt away. Just then I had gotten the adrenaline rush everyone speaks of when you are a sticky situation. I squirmed my way out of their grasp, and got a hold of my spray. As they pulled me back I hit them with it. They let out screeching sounds and twisted and twichted like Ihad never seen a human do. Some of their screeches seemed to be too high of an octive for my human ears to hear, and I guessed I was right when I heard several of the city dogs barking.

I ran out as fast as I could to the parking garage. I tripped over my own feet only a couple of times. I could hear them behind me, but I suppose I got too much of a head start. Or so I thought I did. I could see my truck in the distance and tried to speed up my pace. But being me, I fell. I could see them but only a couple of yards away looking at me like I was defeated.

Out of no where an unmistakably white person jumped out and snapped the two mens necks. He turned to me and I thought I was going to pass out with what had just happened. I didn't know this person. With what has happened so far tonight, I thought he would hurt me. I was still holding my pepper spray and decided to use it once again before the night was over.

"That will not affect me in any way miss"

His voice was like smooth velvet. It soothed me and calmed me. As did his features. He was BEAUTIFUL. He had a muscular and manly phisique, but you could tell that he was still around my age. His face was that of a god. His eyes were a peircing gold. They looked like they could glow in the darkness. What I was staring at couldn't possibly be human. Especially not human if my pepper spray did nothing to harm him. He came over to me and helped me up. He looked at me with love in his eyes. He held me close and walked me over to my truck.

"Stay here, I'll be back in 5 minutes."

I just nodded my head. I still didn't have the strength in me to talk. I just obeyed.

When i was in my truck a million thoughts ran through my head. "Is this real" "Did this just happen" "Am I asleep?"

Then the godly figure stepped into my truck. I don't know why, but I was pureley comfortable with him being alone with me, even though I hadn't spoken a word to him yet.

"Where's Jessica?" I asked with a still shoced expressin on my face.

"She's gone. She was already dead by the time I had got there."

Hysteria came over my face, and then came the tears.

He held me for what seemed like hours.

I finnally came to my senses and I told him I needed to go home.

"I'll drive you back. I'll return your truck tomorrow morning. What time should it be home?"

"About 7:00 A.M. after my Dad goes fishing." I didn't know why I was letting this strange godly creature take me home. And I really couldn't figure out why the heck I was leaving my truck here. What was I going to say about Jessica. I was still so in shock. I felt horrible that even though Jessica was dead, I was getting butterflies for this stranger.

"My name is Edward Cullen miss, what might your name be?"

"Isabella Swan, Bella for short."

"Bella, now thats an adorable name."

He looked at me with the most beautiful crooked smile. Then I saw him look down. He started taking his shirt off and then handed it tome. I had just realized my shirt had been ripped. Thank god it wasn't exposing anything. I thankfully put his shirt on. It smelled heavenly. I suppose I shouldn't have expected less considering his god-like face. He smiled again and then got out of the car and came over to the drivers side. He opened the door and scooped me out of my truck with ease.

He ran with me in his arms at what seemed an inhuman speed. We stopped when we came to a silver volvo. He opened the passenger side and buckled me in place. Not even a second later he was in the rivers seat and starting the car.

He looked so beautiful even though it was dark. The lights from the dash were illuminating his marble skin. With his shirt off I could see his chisled abs and I blushed. Why was I feeling like this? My friend lie dead in an abandoned home and I'm feeling lke this. Just then I felt completeley horrible.

"There was nothing you could do ya know."

"What were they Edward?" I felt a feeling of bliss saying his old fashioned name for the first time. I blushed a considerably shocking shade of red.

I saw him smile at the color change in my face.

"Where are we headed?"

"Forks."

"Really I'm going to be starting school there this week."

"I guess I'll see you there." Why was I doing this? I was flirting in my "Bella" way you could call it. Even talking felt like flirting to me. I have never experienced these butterflies fluttering about in my stomach.

"Edward, who were those men?"

"Incubi."

"And what are those?"

"They are vile creatures who use women as incubators for their offsprings. You're very lucky you got away. You're very luck I stuck around that area because I smelled them around."

"Smelled them?"

"Yes."

"Then if you can smell out incubi, what per say are you?"

"You'll find out in time."

I didn't want to pry anything else from him. I should just be thankfull he saved my life.

We finally reached my house. I was saddened that I had to leave this beautiful creature right now.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He said this with a smirk.

"Maybe we'll have some classes together." I felt like such a geek and blushed at what I just said.

Edward laughed a little sinister laught and kissed my hand goodbye.

I went inside and to my surprise it was only 8:00 P.M.

"Hey Bells, how is your project going?"

I felt a wave of panic run through me. I knew I had to compose myself.

"Great! Jessica said she had a party to go to in Seattle so I decided against it."

"Good Bells, I don't want you in Seattle with just another teenage girl. What did her parents say about it?"

"They're not home this weekend."

"I hope she gets home safe. After school on monday I want you to tell me if she's alright okay?"

"Sure Dad."

He smiled and I walked upstaris to get ready for bed. Leave it to Charlie to want to be like a parent when one of my friend's parents were away. Thats the "Chief Swan" kicking in.

I was surprised that charlie didn't say anything about the shirt I was wearing. He must of thought I borrowed it from Jessica.

I did my nightly routine of brushing my teeth and washing my face. I decided to wear Edwards shirt to bed. It smelled so good, and i knew if I took it off I would ponder in my head wondering if my was just a figment of my imagination.

I went to bed breathing in the amazing scent smoldering out of his shirt. I had wonderful dreams that night, in spite of what had happened.