Title: Angel In The Night.

Summary: Bella Swan was once visited by a mystery man in the middle of the night when she was nine years old. Now that she is seventeen, he visits her again. Every night, they meet in the darkness and soon she starts to fall in love with him. But what she doesn't know is that her angel in the night is far from a saint.

Author's Note: This story will be a little slow, mostly because I don't want to rush the characters. I don't mean to offend anyone by anything I write, so please ignore anything that might be offensive. The story is dedicated to my friend iw2lu4ever.

Hope you enjoy :)

Chapter one. The Mystery visit.

Nine years old. (October 15th 2001)

Bella's POV.

I sat up bolt upright and blinked. My room came into sight immediately. But the dream… it was so vivid. It all looked so real. It had been real. So real that my heart was hammering against my chest loudly. I also realised that I was breathing pretty hard and my clothes were drenched in sweat. Ew.

"Stupid Bella", I muttered to myself, clenching my teeth together. I tried to slow down my breathing but still I felt hot. Throwing the bed sheets aside to the right, I got off the left side of my bed and walked towards the window.

This was the second night I had slept in this room. I had only moved in with my new adopted parents two nights ago. The house was massive with five bedrooms and turned out that it was built back in the late 1800s.

My room was average size with a large cupboard right opposite my twin-sized bed. I had a desk with a chair and two drawer tables on either side of my bed.

My new adoptive parents were great, Renée and Charlie Swan. They were the best kindest people I knew. Renée was fun all the time and you could always count on her for a laugh.

I had known her my entire life because she was actually best friends with my mom. She owned her own flower business and had just opened a new flower shop in the grey town of Forks.

Charlie, on the other hand, was a quiet and serious man. He was one of those people who weren't very good at expressing their emotions verbally. That was fine with me. He was the chief of police in Forks.

I loved Charlie and Renée and loved them even more for the fact that they had adopted me. I couldn't imagine anyone else to…well, not to replace my parents but…

I sighed.

No matter how many loving parents I would have, the nightmares would keep coming. They would keep me awake. They would haunt me until I went crazy with the horrible images that flooded my closed eyelids.

"Stupid, stupid Bella", I muttered to myself again. I yanked up the window frame as high as it would go. The cold fresh air hit my face. It felt good. The moon was big and shone brightly outside.

I padded back quickly towards my bed and shivered under the covers from the cold wind that was now blowing in. Sighing once more, I closed my eyes.

My eyes hadn't been closed very long and I knew I wouldn't be getting to sleep. Biting my bottom lip, I pondered whether I should stay here and try to sleep or get Renée to help me. She had always told me to come to her when I had nightmares. Not if I had a nightmare, but when. Because she knew that I did have disturbing nightmares.

A soft thud made me freeze.

Slowly, I sat up. My eyes suddenly widened as I witness the scene in front of me. The sight was unbelievable to even consider. A man stood in the middle of my room in a defensive crouching position.

He wasn't facing me; he was facing my door, which was the opposite place where the window was. I could only imagine that he had crept in through the window.

He had glowing pale skin that looked hard and uneasy to penetrate. He was very tall, so much so that I had to look way up. He wore no shirt but a mere ragged pair of black shorts. His chest looked like it was carved by the way the lines was smoothly shaped.

I could only see all of his beauty because of the moon, which gave me a slight light. I couldn't see perfect everything but only a basic outline. My breath hitched and his eyes flickered at me.

My heart sped up and my lips parted. The man's face was beautiful. I had never seen someone look so angelic and uniquely breath taking. I could see his soft hair sticking up at odd ends even through the darkness. His eyes were a soft, yet piercing shade of green.

I was speechless. My mind wouldn't co-operate at that moment. I only watched as the angel in my room frowned slightly. He cocked his head to the left as he stared at me for a couple of minutes. Frustration covered his face and his eyes narrowed.

I wanted to speak. To ask this beautiful stranger what he was doing in my room at such an hour. To question him on his beauty. I wanted to know how he came into my room; did he really climb up to my window?

But I couldn't speak at all. My voice had been snatched away.

The stranger's eyes suddenly widened. In a movement that was too fast for my eyes he had suddenly disappeared and reappeared in the middle of my room. Yet his eyes stayed glued to mine.

I watched as he bent down slowly, as if not to scare me, his left hand stroked the brown floorboards underneath his feet. Then suddenly in a quick flash and a silence shift, he had ripped off a piece of the floorboard that his fingers had been caressing. I merely continued to watch him, amazed. I could do nothing else.

My angel's lips parted but he said no words. He tore away our held gaze and now looked at the space where the floorboard had been. I looked too, only to be amazed even more.

There was a small gap and inside it was a blue box. The man reached in and picked out the blue box. He stroked it gently then replaced the floorboard where it was.

In another quick movement, the man was now standing by the window with his back to me. My eyes racked over where he had snatched the floorboard away, it looked in perfect condition. I was utterly confused.

How did a blue small box end up being in my room? How come I didn't know of this?

"Sleep, little girl", a velvety voice crooned.

The voice alone was enough to make me breathless. It was a perfect sound, a soft and soothing orchestra of the best musical instruments played at the same time. It was layered in folds of smooth silk and hypnotic sparkles.

The man turned around slowly, clutching the blue box in his hands at his chest. He offered me a smile, a perfect smile. His eyes glittered.

"Sleep", he whispered once more, before he turned and vanished through my window.