an:) new story!! yay!! hope that you'll like it...had it for some time now, i had completely forgot about this story. Found it yesterday when i was going through my pre-calculus stuff (don't ask me how it got there) working on the second chapter as we speak...also i'm working on the next tip for Emmett's Guide to Survive High School, just give me some time. ohh and just 3 more days till i see The Maine!! YAY!!! -happy dance- ouch, i just hit myself with the table. story dedicated to my friend, Monkey...love you!!

disclaimer:( i don't own any Twilight characters or anything related to Twilight...boo.


Chapter 1:)

It all happened very fast. One minute I was kicking myself for taking the night-shift at work, and the next minute I'm running for my life. I found myself hyperventilating in the dressing room.

Think Bella, Think. What exactly did you see? I forced my memory to repeat the event that now has me hiding in a store.

I had been taking a walk. I was frustrated, no matter how good the pay was, I wasn't cut out to work in a clothing store, I wasn't a sucker for fashion. Suddenly as I passed a dark alley I heard a woman scream. I couldn't help but get my pepper spray out, even though there was not much I could do with it. I ran where I heard the scream, there it was the image that will haunt my nightmares forever. A man, the most gorgeous man I had ever seen and he was kissing, No! Biting a woman's neck. I could see the blood rushing out of her veins, but she wasn't alone. Another woman, her friend, took out a knife, but she was drunk and fell, cutting herself, I gasped and it was like my brain had turned off for a second. The man saw me but somehow he couldn't resist the smell of the blood, the same aroma that was making me dizzy. My legs acting for themselves started to run, even though I was running out of air, I didn't stop, I didn't even slow down. I was lucky that I was close to the store. I ran in and I don't know why but I went into the perfume department and poured half a bottle of perfume and rushed to the dressing room. I locked the door, but I still didn't felt safe.

Was he after me? Did he follow me here? Was he going to kill me? A million questions were rushing to my head and my insides screamed yes! To each one. I opened the door a little and looked around. He wasn't there. A stunning blonde girl got out of her dressing room. "Get her clothes and hide your scent." A voice said, I wasn't sure if the voice was real or if it was in my head, but I did what I was told. I walked to her dressing room and took her clothes. They looked expensive so I put four twenties on the chair, hoping that it was enough. I changed quickly and hid myself in a crowd that was leaving. I ran to my Volvo, paranoid, I checked the inside before getting in. You never know when the bad guy will hide on the backseat. I went over the speed limit but luck was on my side, I didn't pass any cops. That wouldn't have been good, my dad Charlie is the chief here in Phoenix and that would have been really bad for his reputation, not that his daughter being witness of a crime was very good. I spent the whole night driving, staying away from solitary and dark places. I stopped only once in a store to buy a coke and with my intolerance of caffeine it kept me awake the whole night.

I spent the whole night driving and ignoring the calls from my mother, knowing her I bet she was worried about me. She probably already send Charlie to look for me at the store. I just hope that the killer is already gone; I don't want Charlie near him. Around Morning when I was sure that the danger was past, my luck changed. A black van parked in front of my Volvo, blocking my car. Didn't they know how desperate I was to keep moving? If I stayed put in a place who knows what could happen to me? A man got out of the van. He was tall and well-build, his hair was short and he was dressed in casual clothes. He approached me. I rolled down my window, somehow I didn't felt threaten by this stranger.

"Are you Isabella Swan?" he told me. I just nodded. "Come with me. You are in serious danger." I got out of my car. How did he know that I was running from someone? Am I in serious danger? I knew I was but I wasn't sure how bad it was. I followed the man to the van and got in.

"Here is the deal, Isabella. If you want to keep your mom and dad safe, you have 20 minutes to get whatever you need from your house. Don't tell your parents where you are going or what happen. We will wait until you are done." I couldn't believe what this man was telling me. Was killer that bad?

"What will happen to my mom and dad?" I asked. How in the world am I going to be able to pull this off? And how do they know so much about me?

"We will protect them. Nothing is going to harm them; of course they won't know that we are there. You probably have more questions; just wait until we reach a safe place to ask them."

We arrived at my house, my palms were sweating for what I was expected to do but I couldn't delay it any longer. I only had 19 minutes left.

"Bella, where have you been? I've been worried sick" I will miss my mother the most.

"I was with a friend. I decided to move in with her." I said. Maybe not the best lie but it was all I could think of. I got a suitcase from the closet and ran to my bedroom. There I started dumping everything my hands could grab.

"What? You can't leave now! Bella, what's wrong? You can't leave. At least wait until your father gets here" My mother had followed me into the room.

When I was finished putting everything in the suitcase I ran downstairs. My mother kept following me, begging me not to go. I checked my watch. Only 5 minutes left.

"I love you mom, but I'm 18. I want to be independent; I'm going to be fine. I'll call you when I'm settled." I wasn't sure about the last part; would they let me call my mom?

I hugged my mother, hoping that it won't be the last time I will see her. "I love you Bella, call me." She said. There was nothing she could do. She knew me, if I had my mind set on something there was nothing that could stop me.

I ran to the van and got in. "I want answers, now" I said.

"You'll get them. First, let's be clear. You are not Isabella Swan anymore."