OOC: Wow, Delving back into the World of Fanfiction. I never thought this would happen, but it has. Twilight dragged me in, by the toes it did. I loved the book and thought, "Reading a few fanfics wouldn't hurt." (Laughs) Rioght…. Well, here I am, writing my own.

I'd also like to plead that I have never really written in first person before. Consistently for a story that is. I am much more comfortable in third person narrative. I apologize for the lack of refinement.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, and only wish I was half the writer that Stephenie Meyer is. This will not be so much a, Edward/Bella fluff story (Though there might be some), a Bella the Vampire Story (Meyers said herself Bella isn't one yet)or a "Squeal" to Twilight (I'll leave that to the Professionals)as much as a what-if story (My speciality). I like to think I take artistic license, but stay true to the characters. So please, don't hesitate to comment with good things, bad things, Venting at me for being stupid, boosting my artist ego by telling me I'm doign great or even flames. And enjoy. :)

-Doylie

Summary: I peered out where he was pointing. The moonlight shifted, and in its pale glow I saw the one thing that made my heart stop. A halo of red. She was back.

Preface: Premonitions

"Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

If Angela hadn't asked me then I probably wouldn't have even bothered. Visiting a bunch of kids really hadn't been on my list of things to do that summer. Actually anything not involving Edward and/or his family hadn't been on my list. But when she had seen the look on my face as I tried to come up with an adequate excuse, she nodded in that sad but accepting way,

"It's ok. Jessica didn't want to go either." She looked up at me through her glasses. I knew exactly why. If Jessica had to choose between any of her friend's and Mike Newton, it was going to be Mike. It didn't make my almost-rejection any less blameworthy. "I'm guessing you have plans with the Cullens?" She asked oh-so-politely.

I sighed inwardly. Why am I such a push over? Even if I did have plans I would probably have cancelled them just to see that wounded hurt face disappear. Angela was one of my few true friends in Forks… well true human friends, and here I was ditching her so I could go do nothing. I felt selfish… and guilty.

"No, Angie." I grinned, hoping she wouldn't notice how forced it was. "No plans. I'd love to." Love to spend a whole day with whiny, sticky, and probably stinky kids. Just love to. I tried so hard to look excited.

Her whole face lit up. "So you don't have plans?" She asked brightly, eyes shining behind her glasses.

Edward and Alice were gone for the rest of the weekend, and unless I wanted to brave Rosalie I was going to be doing nothing anyways; nothing but rereading Pride and Prejudice for the fifteen-hundredth time. I tried to smile brighter and shook my head,

"Nope. None."

I swear the hug she gave me would break a lesser person's spine.

It didn't help that Charlie laughed at me later. I had unwisely stated my plans to help out at the Foster Home with Angela that weekend, and he nearly choked on his potatoes. I narrowed my eyes at him as he took a long drink of tea.

"Kids? You?" He grinned, wiping his mouth. "No offence Bell, but you aren't exactly-"

"Maternally gifted, I know." I said tersely, plopping my plate in the sink with a loud clunk. If this was Charlie I was terrified at what Edward would do. I could only take so much laughing from the men in my life.

"Well, it should be interesting." Charlie said, finishing his dinner and looking extra amused. I frowned, feeling foolish and peeved, but instead of merely storming out of the room in a normal huff, I merely smiled coolly.

"Just for that, No desert for you." I flipped my hair over my shoulder, leaving my disappointed father in the kitchen.

When Angela pulled up to the house that rainy Saturday morning I seriously considered faking sickness, a broken leg, a coma, something, hoping that she would believe me and I could get out of this. But she waved happily out the window of that old hand-me down red Jetta and I sighed. Edward had told me plenty of times that I was neither very good at acting or lying, and here I was trying to do both. Resigning myself to a day of wiping snotty noses, I grabbed my bag and ran out the door.

If I knew what I was what was going to come of this day I would have cancelled, despite Angela's feelings. If I knew it was going to be the catalyst that caused me to be the reason the Cullens were jeopardized again, I would have cancelled in a heart beat. Perhaps if Alice had been there I would have asked, but then again if Alice was there I wouldn't have had a reason to ask. I'd be with Edward. I'd be safe.

He'd be safe.

Whatever the reason, that moment where my hand touched the door of my friend's car, fate started to churn its wheels again, and nothing I could have done would have changed it.

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