Author's Note: Well, I'm new to writing fan fiction, because even though I've had this account for a while, I just read other people's work and review them. I have especially never tried Twilight before so here it goes. I may not update very often, as I have writer's block often and will also forget to come on to often as well. But, enjoy! I'm sorry, it's short, by the way.

Chapter One: Time

I walked down the aisle slowly, trying to force a smile. It was that day already. I was getting married. Edward stood at the end of the aisle, smiling at me. I looked at him nervously. I didn't feel ready. After all this time, I still wasn't. But I just continued walking. As I reached the end, I turned to Edward and gasped in horror. His features were distorted, mutating into something else. His face became Jacob's, who grinned at me. "Congratulations," he said to me under his breath.

I woke up, gasping for breath. Edward was by my bed, looking at me anxiously. "Are you alright?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm fine," I assured him. "Just some pre-wedding jitters, I guess." Our wedding was tomorrow, I had the right to be nervous. Charlie had been calm about all of this, thankfully. I was positive that he was going to kill me when I announced our engagement to him.

I was still thinking about my dream. It had reminded me of how much I missed Jake. But I had decided that this was the path that I would choose and I couldn't go back on it now. I was going to be a vampire, and that was that.

"Bella, you should get some more sleep," Edward told me gently. "You need to look bright and eager tomorrow. I shouldn't even be here, according to Alice. It's bad luck."

"Oh fine," I grumbled and pulled up the covers. But my mind was already somewhere else and before long, I was already asleep.

As I woke up the next morning, I felt sick. I wanted to pull the covers over my head again, but I knew that I couldn't. My wedding day had finally arrived. Edward had already left to get ready. I stumbled out of bed and went to the bathroom. As I brushed my teeth, I noticed Charlie looking at me, a sad expression on his face. After my wedding, I was moving to college with Edward.

"Bella?" he whispered.

I spit out the toothpaste out into the sink and turned to face him. "What, Dad?"

"Today's the day, huh?"

"Yes, it is."

"I'm going to miss you a lot." Tears were streaming down his face.

"I'm going to miss you too, Dad."

"Remember to write, okay?"

I sighed. "Dad, you know I will."

"But just promise me you will."

"Okay, I will." I felt slightly guilty promising this. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my promise. But I wanted to make him happy.

A few hours later, I was staring at myself in a mirror. I was wearing the wedding dress, and I realized that I looked plain compared to it. It was so beautiful. I wish I could compare to it. Edward had said that I was more beautiful than any wedding dress, but then again, he would have said I looked beautiful even if I shaved my hair bald, plucked all my eyebrows and grew a moustache.

"Bella," I heard Alice call. "It's time."