All recognizable characters belong to Stephanie Meyers.

I bit my lip as I glanced out the window of my dorm. It was move in day at college and I was waiting for my roommate. I was surprised my father even let me have a roommate. He was very protective of me. My father was a mafia king called Chief. His real name was Charlie, but everyone knew if you called him that you would soon be at the bottom of the river. I had been raised on a very interesting lifestyle. I had learned self-defense, how to shoot a gun, and several languages at a young age. I couldn't take over the business because I was a female, but my father made sure I could take care of myself. I knew that come my 18th birthday my father would be arranging for me to marry one of his more accomplished members. Though I wasn't excited about an arranged marriage I understood this was the life I was born into. Besides the only boy I had ever been in love with I could never have. I gripped the piano charm on my bracelet. It was the only reminder of my friends from my childhood.

I heard movement out in the hallway. It looked like my roommate was here. I walked to the door to open it for her. "I've got it," I exclaimed.

A head with short spiky black hair stuck her head around the door. Her eyes locked with mine, and I had to fight not to collapse. She looked so much like her but there is no way she could be. After she had gotten around the door I stuck my hand out for her to shake. She was positively vibrating with energy.

"Hi, my name is Alice Cullen." She gripped my hand and shook it energetically, while I stared at her trying to remember to breathe. This was bad. I was never supposed to see them again. My father had said as much. He was not going to be happy. Inwardly I was ecstatic I had missed her so much, but now I would have to be careful not to expose my true identity. When she started staring at me I realized I had yet to reply. "Lizzie" I said the fake name feeling sour on my tongue. When my father and I had moved when I was 12 and changed our identities we had changed our names. My name had been Bella. I missed my old name.

"That's a pretty name. Is it a family name?" Alice asked.

"No, my parents just liked it."

Suddenly I heard a loud boom.

"Emmet stop being an idiot." A loud voice sounded in the hallway.

Alice brightened. "Those are my siblings. We all wanted to stay close together so we all went to the same college."

She didn't seem to notice that my face had significantly paled. Okay, breathe maybe he's not with them. He always said he wanted to go to college up north. He'd never go to college this far south.

"I'd love to meet them."

She grabbed my hand. "Well let's come on then."

Alice dragged me towards the door. When we reached the hallway, I saw two figures attempting to move a tv into the room right next door to mine. One was a huge guy. He had more muscles than I had ever seen. The other was the prettiest girl I had ever seen.

"Those are your siblings?" I asked pointing my hand.

Alice smiled "Yep." She began to wave to get their attention. "Guys come meet Lizzie."

They turned and began to walk over. I remembered them. Emmet and Rosalie. I had to fight not to tackled Emmet in a giant bear hug. It was so good to see them. Emmet and Rosalie stopped in front of us.

"My name is Lizzie." I said waving.

"My name is Emmet and this is Rosalie." Emmet said motioning to Rosalie.

"Where are you from?" Emmet asked. Rosalie appeared to be giving me the silent treatment.

"Dallas, Texas."

"You don't have an accent though." Emmet seemed very upset.

"Not everyone does." I said not telling him the real reason. That at a young age I was taught to disguise and fake accents in case I ever needed to.

Emmet's phone suddenly rang. He answered and talked to whoever was on the phone. We watched him in silence. When he hung up we looked at him in question.

"It's Edward he said he unpacked earlier and wants to know if we'll meet him for lunch." I started shaking my head.

"Sorry guys I really should finish unpacking."

Alice looked at me strangely. "Lizzie you're already unpacked. What else do you have to do?" she asked.

I picked at my jeans. I was famous for coming up with great lies but suddenly I could come up with nothing. "Let's go meet Edward." My dad was so not going to be happy.