AN:

Sooo this my first attempt at writing any kind of story. I mean, at all, but I have had this idea in my head for the longest time so I decided why not write it down and see what happens. This story will be in Bella's POV but I might decide to switch it between her in Alice depending on where the story goes. Oh, and it is a Bellice.

Chapter 1:

'Forks, how long had it been since I have even seen a picture of this place. It could have been years for all I know, but one thing's for sure. I'm definitely not the same person that I was last time I was here' I thought as I continued through the forest taking in all the sight, sounds, and smells of the forest that nearly encompasses Forks.

I can still vaguely recall a time before the incident where my parents would take me hiking and camping through these very forests. Back then I never appreciated those moments when my parents took time out of there busy schedules to spend time with me and do some 'family bonding' as I mom liked to call it.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I feel a prickle of rain as the dark gray clouds that have been present nearly all day open up once again. "Haaa of course it rains again!" I start to say to myself, but quickly stop when a wet cough rises from my throat. 'How long has it been since I've actually said something out loud? Oh well, at least I know I haven't gone completely crazy yet, but then again don't they say it's okay to talk to yourself as long as you don't start to talk back or something like that?' I think to myself.

By this point, I'm thoroughly soaked to the bone and I can't help but be upset, seeing, as I wasn't even dry from the last session of Forks sporadic rain cycles. I idly reach up, bunch up my hair, and try to wring it out and as I do a few strands manage to fall in front of my eyes. White. I crinkle my nose in disgust as I take in the sight of my drenched stark white hair, a permanent reminder to all the terrible things that have happened in my 18 years of life. I've considered dyeing it back to what I think my original hair color is, but that takes one thing I don't have, money.

Oh, I suppose I could steal the money, after all the tight shirt and jeans that look more like capris on me weren't exactly purchased at full price, I think to myself with a snort. Besides if my only intention was to get rid of all the reminders of that incident I would need a plastic surgeon as well because apparently my condition can only give me wavy untamed hair and a bit of curves that some people would die for, and large boost in my height but then again maybe that part was just a growth spurt but seeing as my parents were not really all that tall combined with the fact that I haven't see any other 5'11''/5'12'' walking around normally makes me doubt it a bit.

I could care less about any of that but what I really wish my furry problem did was take away all these hideous scars, especially the three gnarly scratch marks that start from the middle of my cheek on my left side, down my neck, disappearing at my collar bone. I usually try to hide it with my hair but seeing as the downpour has my hair plastered to my back I think I can forgive myself this one time. At least the cold of the rain doesn't affect me seeing as my body temperature is much higher that an average humans.

My reverie ends when I realize that I have been walking aimlessly in the forest for the better part of an hour. I immediately stop walking, there's no need in getting more lost right? I make my way over to an uprooted tree and take a seat on the smooth barkless trunk of the tree. I Wring out my ivory locks one more time and try to wipe my wet hands to dry them to no avail. With a heavy sigh I reach into my back pocket and take out a slightly soggy map of the state and a small keychain compass that has a bit of a fracture on the glass cover.

"Thank god for scouts." I say with a small chuckle. According to the map and compass, or what's actually still legible, it seems that I managed to keep walking in a straight line, a surprising feet all on its own really. My family used to joke about my lack of sense of direction. They might have laughed but they stopped quickly when we found out nobody could orientate better with a map and compass than me, I recall with a sad smile. "Well no use sitting here wallowing in self pity I suppose plenty of time for that later." I decide, dusting my knees off as I start to stand.

As I start to make my way through the forest continuing on the path I was on before, I stopped to check where I was. As I walked on I decide that before I start to zone out again I should probably take stock of myself and what I have, but before I can even do that my stomach makes itself known by grumbling loudly. 'I guess that's the first thing to take care of.' I think to self-feel embarrassed but relieved that no one else was around to hear my stomach. I pat around at my pockets at pull out what appears to be the last of my food, two granola bars. It's going to have to work, that is of course unless I go 'hunting' but the idea is to save my energy and even if I did try to hunt I probably wouldn't find any animals since they would most likely be finding shelter from the downpour, probably like I should be doing seeing as how the storm shows no sign of dispersing any time soon.

As I bite into the first bar I think about Forks, my home, at least it was until the day that I was taken from it. For the first 15 years of my life, I lived in Forks with my mother and father, Renee and Charlie Swan. We weren't an overly wealthy but we weren't left wanting either. My dad, Charlie was a cop but quickly rose through the ranks and became the Sheriff of Forks, there was no one better suited for the job than he was, while my mother, Renee always the caring and kind woman she was became a kindergarten teacher after quitting her waitressing job and going back to school to get her degree.

Charlie and Renee's romance began when they met when Renee was on a camping trip and things quickly escalated from there into a whirlwind. They hadn't even know each other for that long when they decided to get married and I suppose things where fine from there and even later on after I was born, but all good things must come to an end I suppose. As I got older and older, it became apparent that Renee wasn't comfortable staying in place for so long and I think the only thing that really helped her reign in her flighty personality was I. So, she tried to make it work and it wasn't perfect but it was still my family.

The trees around me are beginning to become scarcer, so it's only a matter of time until I get to town. I must have been walking for hours now, strange the last time I checked I still had a few hours before I actually reached Forks. I guess I will need to find a house that I can break into to restock my supplies or at the very least steal enough money to buy me supplies, but a small amount so that the homeowners won't notice that anything is missi...well speak of the devil, I literally just stumbled upon a house that could only be described as a modern mansion.

I'm honestly kind of surprised that a house like this is anywhere near a dreary place like Forks, but this the perfect place to hit, they won't notice if a little money, clothes, and maybe some food is missing, will they? Before I can get any closer though a smell breezes across my nose. No matter how much I need the supplies I am in no way going to enter a home that's being watched by one of those monsters. I can't help but curse my luck for maybe the millionth time today; there are vampires here, in Forks.

This house is definitely out of the question then.

AN: So what did you think? Now not much has happened I suppose, but a lot of the character set up is out of the way, so we can get to the good stuff soon and hopefully meet Alice in the next chapter. Until next time.