A/N Heeey people! It's me, though I really wasn't gone long. Anyway I have started writing a new story and it includes action! Not that kind of action, like fist to the face action, plus a little romance, and a dash of mystery. So this is the first chapter, mainly just to get the ball rolling, the next chapter will be longer and have more details as to what's going on ya know. So I hope you like it and are interested for what's to come. Thank you for reading and carry on.

Chapter 1- The Arrival

I gave the lady at the entrance my ticket and then boarded on to the plane. It was 6:30 in the morning here, in Arizona, and I was boarding the plane that would take me to my father; Charlie Swan in Washington. There's only one small problem...he doesn't know I exist. My name is Isabella Swan, better known as Bella, and I have lived all 16 years of my life with my grandmother, Nana Swan. Why wouldn't my father know of me if I lived with his mother? Well I didn't know either, but slowly, piece by piece, I was about to find out.

A couple days ago, my grandmother had died of a heart attack, leaving me an orphan, or so I thought. I was told that both my parent's died, my father in his job as an officer, and my mother later on in my grandmother's care. She had gone there after the death of my father and died a couple months after in a car crash. As it turns out my father didn't die, he's still alive in a small town called Forks. When they had read Nana's will, it was revealed that she had arranged for a letter to arrive to him, then shortly after I would arrive at his home. Since I was still underaged, I had no choice but to go.

Now as I sat in my seat, I couldn't help but fear our encounter. What would he do? What would I do? I had always tried picturing me with a father, but it seemed odd, the only parent I ever knew was Nana. I put my earphones in, and listened to the music on my iPod, hoping to calm down.

I had eventually fallen asleep on the plane, and was startled awake when the voice on the intercom said to buckle up for landing. I did as the lady instructed and gathered my stuff from the empty seat next to me. After a few minutes I was back on land, in Seattle, waiting for my luggage. After retrieving my things I went outside and got in a cab, giving the driver the address I had written down a paper. We took off and about an hour or so later we arrived in the small town of Forks. He drove to an old, white, two story house, and pulled over. I paid the man and got my stuff out, it wasn't much; just a backpack I had taken on the plane with me, and one medium suitcase. I didn't really need much, nor did I want to bother with the hassle of bring loads of luggages.

I grabbed the handle of my suitcase and rolled it up to the staircase. Leaving it at the bottom step I went to go ring the doorbell. When there was no answer, I looked in through the windows. Everything seemed dark and lonely, obviously no one was home. I looked in the plants around the door, trying to find a hidden key. Finding none, I moved on to the light next to the door, on top there was a small point sticking out. I could feel it with the tip of my fingers, gently I tugged and pried the key from the crack above the light. Once I had opened the door I stepped inside and took a look around, there was definitely nobody home. I dragged in my suitcase and left it in the living room.

Remembering what Nana said about if I didn't find him home, I called the cab company and had another one pick me up. She had given me specific directions on where to find him, and how to get there. It certainly seemed odd, but I figured that maybe it was a private family estate or something. So back up to Seattle I went, I had the driver drop me off at a mall in the center of the city, then from there I walked to my destination. Seattle was definitely no Phoenix, within minutes I was chilled to the bone, and my thin sweater and jeans didn't help much in means of warmth. After a few more minutes of walking, I found the alley my grandmother had written to take. I hugged myself closely as I walked into it's darkness, releasing a breath of relief when I made it to the other side unharmed.

I took a look around and spotted the building where I hoped I would find my father. I looked both ways and then crossed the street, walking briskly to get out of the cold. I made it to the door and put my hand on the handle, but stopped before I could open it. What if he wasn't here, then what? More importantly, what if he was here? Will he accept me, just like that? What if he doesn't like me? I hesitated to open the door and was about to turn back, except that a gush of wind reminded me where and why I was here. I opened the door and stepped inside.

Inside was a form of waiting room, with chairs and a coffee table, at the far corner of the room, sat a woman typing away at a computer, a secretary. At the other end of the room, facing the door, stood the elevator; with some kind of pad, possibly I.D's are needed to access. So this was his job, this was his work place, maybe I shouldn't be here. What if I get him in trouble for being here?

"Can I help you?" Asked the woman at the desk, looking away from her computer and staring at me. Well it's too late now.

"Yes, I'm looking for a person. I do believe he works here." I said walking over to the desk and standing a few feet away from it's counter. She stared at me and a concerned expression crossed her face.

"I see, who are you looking for?" She said after moments of silence.

"I'm looking for Charlie Swan." I said stepping closer to the desk. It was one of those tall desks, that are made of something other than wood, it seemed like marble or granite, the top shining under the lights. The shine distracting me for a second, I shook off my nerves and focused on the woman in front of me.

"I see, and was it he, that gave you this address?" She asked, her whole body turning away from the computer and focusing on me. She seemed like she was ready to pounce at moments notice.

"No, he didn't." I answered studying her. Why was she so defensive? What if I just wanted to bring him lunch? I noticed her hand twitch, I looked at the direction it was inching to and I saw a blue button. Maybe security?

"Then how did you get here?" She asked in a low voice and I got the sense of danger. I looked around and I saw no escape but the door I came in through, all the way in the front of the room.

"That happens to be private information." I said stupidly. She pushed the button and a pulled out a gun from under the desk; pointing it straight at my chest. My whole body froze in place, the elevator doors opened and a bunch of people poured out of it. All wearing black and holding guns, guns that were aimed at me. They formed a circle around me and I was officially surrounded, I didn't dare move and waited for someone to speak.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" A loud voice echoed across the room. I slowly turned to face the voice and was met with chocolate brown eyes.

"My name is Isabella Swan and I come here looking for Charlie Swan...my father."

A/N There it is, what'd you think? Anyway like I wrote up at the top it's not like the most exciting chapter, but its meant more to make you wonder. Although I guess you guys can tell how Im approaching this. Unfortunately this story will develop at a slower pace considering I have like 2 1/2 weeks left until school and my mind is chaotic at the moment. Also when school starts I will be slowed down even more. But I will try to be as quick as possible. Well thank you anyways for reading and feel free to leave a comment (tips are appreciated).