This is my first attempt at a story. Please tell me if i should go on with it. I don't know what to think about it and i need feedback

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or anything else in this story. If i did, i would not be posting this here. I'd be ms. Meyer and freakin' awesome.

Bella

I tucked a small strand of hair behind my ear with a sigh, pulling into the cracked driveway. My rumbling truck puttered off and I leaned back on the headrest with my eyes closed. It had been a long day at the diner. Heart wrenching, too. I hated working on Saturday nights. So many couples went out to dinner for a romantic evening. So many little reminders of what I still longed for.

My hands squeezed the steering wheel as I sat back up. I was 19, lonely and living with my father. I had no future and no social life. I was a waste of air. I could have gone to college, but I just could bear the thought of leaving Forks. I could have been with Jake and lived at least a half-life, one where I at least had the sweet to go with the bitter. But somehow it felt dirty. Every time I kissed him, I was reminded by how it should have been Him touching my lips. It was his lips I longed for, not Jacob Black's.

I pulled out the keys and threw them in my purse, grabbing it and my jacket from the passenger seat. I still had to hop to get out of my truck and my feet landed with a crunch in the deep snow. I slowly trudged to the front door and looked for myhouse keys. Charlie was big on locking the door after 8.

I heard something step behind me, and my hands froze. I turned the keys so they stuck up between my fingers and balled a fist before twisting around.

I lost my balance on the icy ground and felt myself falling, but not before a fiery arm snaked around my waist and holding me steady.

"Jake!" I said, relieved and angry. "Don't stalk up on my like that. I could have hurt you." He steadied me on my feet, chuckling in his deep, premature voice.

"Oh, I'm scared now, for sure! Bella punching a werewolf. What a sight." He gave a toothy grin, as if emphasizing the face that he was a mythical creature and I was a little human.

"I just came to make sure you made it home all right. Seattle's been pretty dangerous lately and I got worried."

I blushed slightly, awkward by his show of affection. I put the keys back in the door and pushed it open.

"As you can see, I am just fine. I didn't even trip tonight, thank you very much. It was a boring night." I walked in the house, Jake following close behind. I hung up my jacket and threw my purse on the kitchen table as Jake sat down. He gave me a friendly smile. I leaned back on the counter and gave him a tired smile.

"Why are you out so late? My shift ends at 11, and I thought you had the night off. Jake," I said, a little worried,"You aren't letting Sam run you ragged, are you? You need some rest." I looked at him, I mean really looked at him. He could almost be mistaken for a 20 something, big and brawny and independent. His eyes were tired, though, and he was moving a little slow for him. I hated seeing him so sleepy.

He laughed. "Hell no. I'm as fit as a fiddle." I caught him stifling a yawn. "And I don't want to worry you, but Sam let the entire pack go tonight. We caught a fresh scent on your little friend. I wanted to check on you."

I didn't even react to this news except for turning around and grabbing some dirty dishes from the sink, soaking them in soapy water. News of Victoria came every other month. She was spotted here, she had killed another hiker, she had been through there. I no longer felt real fear.

"Bella, I want to talk to you. The last time we talked you got a little angry." He stopped, and my hands just scrubbed more furiously. "If you don't want to accept me as your love, then why can't you respect me as a friend." His voice broke, and i shut my eyes to hold back the tears that wanted to flow. I loved him. I just didn't love him enough. How was I to tell him something like that?

I looked out the window, searching for the words to tell him. They never came, because just then a red blur crashed through the window and threw me into hell.

Edward

She's dead. She's gone. She was killed.

Every way I phrased it, it stung. It burned through my core and my mind to the point of insanity, but it wouldn't shut up. I cradled my head in my hands as the mantra repeated itself in my head as a vision of Bella, my Bella, floated into oblivion.

Ever since I had gotten Rose's call my mind had switched to auto drive, my feet throwing me forward. I couldn't remember how I had gotten within the walls of Volterra or why I was sitting in the hall outside the Volturri audience chamber. All I could remember was that Bella was gone, and I would soon be, too.

A man, a vampire, popped out of the chamber and cleared his throat. I looked up at him with a haggard expression and he seemed to be at a loss for words. "Mister Cullen, uh, sir, the Masters would allow you, to, um, to speak now. Pl-please come in." He shuffled the door open, and I rose slowly, painfully.

"Edward, my boy! Look brothers, it's the Cullen son. Oh." Aro's originally cheerful face dropped to a frown. He let out a gust of air. "I don't believe this will be a pleasant visit, will it?"

I shook my head, eyes dropping to the floor. Suddenly the floor looked as if it offered an escape. I fell to my knees, arms limp to my sides.

This is, well this is just pitiful.

"Masters," I choked out, eyes meeting their faces. "Masters, I come to you in great sorrow, pain, misery…" My voice fell away. She's dead. I flinched. "I need your help." I choked back a sob as I saw Bella behind my eyelids, smiling gently and beconing me forward. "Come on, silly. Spit it out." My Bella said. "I trust you." I shook my head. Don't trust me, I wanted to tell her. You can't trust me. I'm not worth it.

"Aro walked over to me and rested a hand on my shoulder. I felt the sudden pull of memory, moments flashing through my eyes. I saw her in Biology, hiding her face from me. Bella sleeping in my arms. Her smile, her laugh. Her cry. I tensed at the last one. The woods. Rosealies call. And finally, my thought and views of this moment. Just kill me. Kill me for her.