(A/N) Thanks everyone for reading! I haven't written anything in a long while, so don't be too hard when writing your reviews. On the subject of reviews though, I NEED THEM. Flames or compliments, anything goes! Thanks. :)

So this is just the beginning of a fic that I'm hoping will be a good 10 or 15 chapters. The idea just hit me and I went with it. The words just started flowing out, and here we are.

Don't worry, it starts off pretty bad but things between Edward and Bella will hopefully get better. I love me some happy endings!

I'll try to update every day or two, and avoid any major cliff-hangers. This first chapter, and probably the next few, are from Bella's point of view.

Disclaimer: This will apply to this chapter and any that may or may not follow. I do not own these characters, Stephenie Meyer does, I just make them do stuff. I'm not making any money off this, but if I do, I'll make sure to send a cut to Stephenie. I won't make any money.

Happy reading, and remember to review!

BPOV

I sighed and ran my cold hands through my hair as I paced around my apartment. For hours I had been making efforts to calm myself with no luck; I had even tried yoga for heaven's sake!

Tomorrow was going to be a big day, incredibly huge, undeniably and almost inconceivably important to the rest of my life.

Alright, I admit, I am exaggerating a little bit, but the amount of needless hyperventilating I was doing at the time shows you just how much I was freaking out about the next day.

And it was true that what I was going to do was extremely important; I was starting my new job as the professor of Comparative Literature at the University of Alaska. Definitely huge.

I'd had a tough time convincing the board that I was in fact of an appropriate age to teach a class full of young humans. Even with the make-up technique I'd developed over the years, I still looked younger than most of my potential students. But in the end, my resume had won them over; I'd endured years of schooling, enough to make those stuffy birds completely disregard how young I looked. It was a good thing too, because if they'd taken the time to analyze my resume and my appearance, they'd have noticed that it was most definitely impossible for someone my age to have gone through that amount of education.

And I hadn't even told them about my degrees in medicine, law, and a bit of psychology on the side. I'd had a lot of time to explore areas of possible interest. But, in the end, those beautiful words of ancient writers won me over, and I decided to pursue my passion for the literary arts to the fullest extent.

And now, for some god-awful reason, I was going to teach the subject that I loved to college students! Me, clumsy Bella, was going to stand up and lecture an entire hall full of students that were technically older than me. Knowing me, I'd trip flat on my face before five minutes had gone by.

Well, that's not really true either; I hadn't tripped in years, decades even. Yes, that sounds about right. I had been changed twenty-five years ago, and with the loss of my humanity went my clumsiness.

Now this is one of the worst parts of being a vampire; there is ability to sleep and escape your thoughts. They just sit and fester and plague your brain until you want to scream. Of course I don't though, because that would scare the humans living in my apartment building.

With thoughts of my change came thoughts of how my change occurred. It was not done by him, and it was not the experience I had been dreaming of.

Nothing went as planned. I know now that it was because he no longer loved me. He asked me to marry him, I agreed. I asked him to change me, he agreed. But he left me, deserted me, and his family! They left too, without so much as a goodbye.

He'd told me that they were going hunting. I foolishly believed him. He left, with all the family. I didn't think that this was odd, because it was a few days before the wedding was supposed to happen. I assumed that they wanted to make sure nothing went wrong, like an unplanned attack on the humans that were invited to attend the ceremony.

I was bored in my room without him to talk to, so I decided to go for a walk. Charlie was gone on a fishing trip. I remember laughing as I said goodbye just before he left.

"Are you going to give me some fish as a wedding present?" I asked, still giggling.

"Well, you'll just have to wait, won't you?" Charlie laughed too, and then kissed me on the forehead. "Goodbye Bella, I love you." Even though he wasn't one for much 'mushy' stuff, as he liked to say, he was still getting a little more emotional as the wedding loomed closer.

"Love you too, Pops," I smiled, and with that, he was gone.

That was the last time I saw him. I'm glad things ended on a happy note.

I packed a sandwich for myself and headed off for my walk. The forest seemed like a good place to start. I wanted to absorb as much of Forks as I could before the wedding. August 13th, my last day in the town I had grown to adore.

Even so, I was ecstatic. I was going to become as eternal as he was in just a few short days. Of course, I would miss my family, but I would be gaining a new family; his family.

The forest smelled clean and fresh. Sunlight filtered through the canopy of leaves and landed on the forest floor, a maze of light and dark, real and imaginary foot paths.

I was so entranced by this effect of nature that I didn't notice a figure creep up behind me. On second thought, even with the most diligent observance I probably wouldn't have seen her. Vampires are very stealth that way.

My first, and obvious, sign that I was not alone was a cool touch on the back of my neck.

Foolishly, I mock-screamed. Don't blame me though; I thought it was him, come back from hunting to surprise me.

But she spoke, in a silky lilt, and I knew in that instant that my life was soon to be over.

"Mmm... you do smell nice, don't you Bella?"

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