Okay, so this is my second attempt to write Unlucky Charms. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed thinking up this first chapter while talking to myself while walking one from my friend's house. *looks around the room* I mean.. I dont talk to myself. Of course, I dont own Twilight, that douche Edward, Emmett,Ali, Rose or Bella. Jasper, however, is... Otherwise involved when it comes to true ownership. Tee hee, Stephanie Meyer is going down. But no, dont own them. :(

Prologue-

"Bella?" his distinct voice cut through my every fear and worry and replaced it with hope and worthiness. I reached forward and bunched the front of his button down shirt and laughed. "You came back!" I giggled. I felt him place a frozen hand on top of my head and rub my hair. "Yeah," he whispered, mainly to himself. "I guess I did, didn't I? Bella, I promise to make all the pain go away. I promise to make you safe from him, then your pain will go away forever," he promised into my ear. I smiled and placed my hand over his nonbeating heart. I heard vibrations coming from him and knew he was growling. I looked behind me, but didn't see a soul, but he stood and walked slowly to the pair of red eyed vampires deep within the forest.

September

His golden eyes glared down into my brown ones. I instantly felt ten inches tall. I shrank back, fearing the hate in his eyes. "Dont do this," I whimpered, my voice no stronger than the wind passing by us, but I knew he heard me. He gave me a dark version of his famous heartbreak crooked smile. "You know, I've never really been proud of who I was. I was always the outspoken one, the one who kept his damn head down in fear of being traumatized further in his meaningless existence. I always hung back and let my family do my dirty work. Well, it's time I made my grand appearance in this world," he announced loudly, causing the birds nesting in nearby trees to take flight in fear. He chuckled lowly, shaking his head, and suddenly, his eyes were boring into mine again.

"When you entered this town, I was curious by you. I told everyone that I wanted to get to know you, to uncover that unique little mind you have there. But truthfully, I needed a new play toy. My old one was catching on. And who better than to dazzle than the new girl with the silent mind? I wanted to see how close I could bring you before pushing you away, then see how easily you'd come back. To every unknowing human, the look in my eyes could be confused with love, adoration, and all those other pathetic emotions. I was amused. I had you right where I wanted you: by the heart. You couldn't see through my lies and alibis to see that you were being playing. And trust me, you were a great toy, just a bit too... Naive," he decided. I felt tears stinging my eyes and the words to ask him to please take it all back fell from my lips in a whisper. I knew my knees had failed me when my jeans were being soaked through the dirt and moss on the forest floor. He laughed, the sound dark instead of his usual cheerful chuckle. "Even now, you believe in the game far to much to be the loser, even though I've already won," he taunted. "Now, you sit here, begging to be allowed to keep something that was never yours. My mind has been made up. I'm leaving, ending the game tonight, because I'd hate to see someone I actually cared for get hurt. And a weak human like you believes she can do what? Convince me that the love he faked was true and it can't be broken. I'd like to see you try. The tears in your eyes don't mean anything to me. Isabella Marie Swan, I have never despised a person more than you," he spat. I shivered. "You said you loved me," I whispered, knowing it didn't help my battle because my voice was weak. He leaned close, his lips at my ear. "I lied."

With that, Edward Cullen was gone, leaving me alone to crumble to the forest floor, broken, bleeding, and utterly alone.

December

As the memories of.. Him.. Piled high inside my brain, I ached for a release. I couldn't do drugs- too risky. Pain wasn't my forte. As the last thought passes through my brain, it seems plausible.

Therapy.

As the weeks passed and the sessions grew more frequent and less spaced out, and before I knew it, I was sitting on Dr. Thomas' old, torn up couch everyday. He soon learned the negative reaction to Edward's name, face, or memory. A sob would pass through my lips on their own accord and my arms wound around my slender figure, from my days of not eating, and I knew I was trying to old my self together. I was trying to keep my heart in one piece.

As I sat in his warm office, Dr. Thomas reached into the small fridge beside him and handed me a bottle of water, the only thing I never refused. He smiled kindly at me, his blue eyes gentle and warm. He sat down in his chair and picked up his yellow notepad and pen, hoping for new information today. "So, Bella, anything you want to share with me?" he asked me, the same question he asked everytime I saw him. It was the same words I heard when my parents would find out I lied about something, but it lacked the anger and hurt in his tone. He was curious. I shrugged. He sighed, knowing that I won't say anything worth copying down. "Isabella," he started. "Bella," I corrected firmly. He started again. "Bella, you haven't given me any information to help you. I'm ending this session early because I don't think we'll get anywhere. I hope tomorrow will be more productive," he said, packing up. I watched as he stood, gathered his things, grabbed his coat, and looked at me. I realized he was waiting for me to get up and go, to do what I was supposed to do. I rose slowly, hands wrapped tightly around the neck of the plastic bottle in my hands and walked carefully from the room.

Driving home, I remembered that my Christmas gifts for Charlie still sat in my room, unwrapped under my bed. I knew I had to work on them soon. Christmas is just eight days away. I sighed as I pulled up in front of the old house that had never changed since my youth here in this dreary town of Forks, Washington. I climbed out of my faded, rusted red 1953 Chevy truck and walked up the icy steps to the front door when I heard Charlie arguing with a familiar voice.

"Charlie, just see to it that she gets this. She cant know who it's from or that I am even here," the voice whispered loudly on the other side of the door. I heard someone sigh. "Okay, fine. I'll give her the box. Anything else?" I heard Charlie asked. "No," was their simple reply. "She's home. I can hear her. I better go," they added.

I swung the door open quickly to catch the familiar guest, but when the door opened, Charlie stood by the stairs with a small brown box in his hands, looking guilty. "Charlie?" I asked. He nodded. "Who was just here?" I inquired. He cocked his head at me. "What are you talking about, Bells? No one could have left with you seeing them," he said, spinning the box in his hands. "Oh, by the way, this came for you," he added, handing the box to me. I shrugged, went to the kitchen, sat it down on the table, and grabbed a steak knife. Slowly, I slit to tape over the top and pulled away the flaps. I was greeted by a beautiful, royal purple velvet box. I gasped. Pulling it out, I realized I was petrified to open it. I heard Charlie muttering under his breath, but I ignored him as I gingerly lifted the top.

The small, chain link bracelet took my breath away. Even though it was silver, it felt heavier. A small, full color Christmas tree dangled from one end of the bracelet. I looked to Charlie, who shrugged and walked over to help me put it on. Glancing in the box, I saw a small slip of paper. I reached in with my free hand and grabbed it. It felt rough in my hands. The words surprised me.

Bella, I hope this finds you well. I wanted you to know that none of this was my idea. I never wanted this to happen, although it is my fault. I apologize, Bella. I sincerely hoped that we could have been friends one day. I hope we still can. Knowing you, you probably assume this is a regular silver bracelet, but it isn't. This platinum bracelet has been in my family for generations, although the charm is new. I do hope you'll take good care of it. Merry Christmas, Bella.

That's all it said. No name, no hint as to who this mysterious gifted is. I smiled. I have a Secret Santa this year.

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