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Prologue

Bella's POV

Why? Why did it have to be me? -Bella

I was sitting on my bed reading Romeo and Juliet. Edward was out hunting with Alice, and Emmett, so I'd have to wait a few more hours until he came back. It was about ten o' clock at night, and like usual, I was on the brink of sleep while reading. But what was unusual, was the sound of a glass being broken.

My eyes snapped open immediately. I assumed it was Charlie, he probably broke something while watching football. I let my eyes shut, and Edward entered my mind. I was completely content,

Until I heard Charlie scream. My eyes opened. I thought it was-again- because of the football game. But his scream didn't sound like disappointment...

It sounded like pain.

But then…it just…stopped.

My body was too tired to move when I tried, so I just lay there with my eyes closed as Edward entered my mind again, trying to banish the scream that echoed in my head. When I opened my eyes again, I was surrounded by darkness. I managed to move then, and I walked over to my light switch, only to see the switch pointing upward.

I flipped it down, setting it on off, but when I switched in on, nothing happened. I was still in the darkness, it was as if someone had turned the power out…from the outside.

I was getting scared now.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, but it sounded heavier…it wasn't Charlie.

Breathing hard now, I went to my door after a moment, and opened it slightly.

I nearly fainted at what I saw.

A tall body, over 6 feet, with a dark cloak, and a knife. That already had blood on it?

Oh no…Charlie.

At least he was human, no vampire needs a knife to kill.

But what scared me the most

Was that he was standing right at my door.

I slammed it quickly, and locked it tight just as he started pounding with his fist, and scraping with his knife. I took my rocking chair in the corner, and put it under the knob, just to buy me more time. I couldn't jump out the window, he would just catch me easier.

I went to my drawer and pulled out the cell phone Edward got me for emergencies, and I slid under my bed.

I dialed the Edward's number with shaking fingers, and tears running down my cheeks.

I knew I was going to die.

But I had to let Edward know what was going on.

Just so he wouldn't be surprised, or in more pain of what he found when he'd come over.

I would never see Edward again.

I would never feel that feeling of when he'd kiss me, ever again.

And my heart won't be beating ever again to feel it stop because of Edward.

…And I would never marry him.

Edward, my love…

The phone was ringing then, and I waited to get an answer from the man I loved more than my life.

Edward.

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