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An inward groan escaped my lips before I'd realised it. I silently read the email examining the words my Goddaughter had written. Mid way through my third spoon full of the lukewarm porridge I chocked. Spraying the thick mixture across the computer screen as I gagged causing me to drop the pan I'd failed to pour it from onto the keyboard.

Shit.

My body hadn't moved that fast for a long time as I launched the pan from the now deformed laptop keys and into the sink. I'd been luckily the pan had time to cool; my mum would say it served me right for not eating it in a bowl like most normal people. Well most normal people could keep a meal down and didn't have to eat breakfast just to take their medication.

Cleaning my sorry looking state of a laptop I re-read Bella's words.

RE: ISSUES

Hi Immie,

Sorry to hear about work! I can't believe they fired you, or you 'quit'. Whichever one came first.

I couldn't help but allow a small smile to form on my face at that line. My quitting came first.

As for my so called 'issues', a topic I have little understanding of? I've had some very exciting developments. I'm engaged. To Edward. He proposed. So that's pretty cool. But not everyone agrees.

I wanted to tell you this in person, but for obvious reasons England is a little way a way from Forks. So after we get married I'm going to be turned. I've convinced Edward to change me. Please don't freak out on me Immie okay; I know what I'm doing. I want this and you should love me enough to appreciate the fact.

Love Bella.

I began to type ferociously on the laptop composing a new email. The keys had seemed to have lost some of their markings from the pan but I carried on regardless.

Subject: WHAT THE HELL

I didn't like travelling. I disliked international travel even more. I know it wasn't a long flight from London to Forks but it felt like decades for me.

I'd slumped into the seat in the airport longue. Trying to ignore my failing phone battery I continued to hum along to the pop song despite the looks I was getting from my fellow passengers and I wondered if they could hear it because of how loud it was. I glared back at them almost daring one of them to question me.

Forks. I rolled the foreign word around in my head letting it invade my mind for a few seconds. The place used to be home. Well for all of about a month, when I was born. But things change. However not all my family had left the place, hell Bella had even gone back there, intentionally!

I however had a distaste for the place. It was cold. Wet. And by no means easy to get to. I may as well put an out of order sign around my neck for the next week, it was a flare up in a nutshell. Pushing the selfish thoughts from my mind I looked up as they announced the flight on the large screen. It took a few attempts before I managed to stand and I stumbled feeling slightly light-headedly towards the tunnel.

In truth I was surprised I'd made it this far, baggage searches had been trying enough. I'd nearly rammed the Doctor's letter down the snotty woman's throat as she chided me for the medication I was carrying with me in my suitcase. Not to mention the number of sniffer dog's I'd set off on my through Heathrow. As for the metal detectors with my hearing aids, well that was just a joke. I sounded like I was eighteen going on eighty!

But I was doing this for Bella. Yes for Bella, she needed me. Charlie needed me. I trudged behind an elderly couple, feeling relief that for once it wasn't me holding people up with my slow pace. I'd been sure I'd never return to Forks, but when Bella's emails had started. When they didn't stop, well I felt a duty. She was my Goddaughter and she needed help. Hell she needed her ass handing to her. Bella Swan was waist deep in trouble.

I was constantly jibing at her over email about the issues she was trying to fluff over. In her first year back in Forks, she was running with vampires and by the second, discovering the Shape-Shifter pack. A spiral of depression, the return of her now Fiancé had everything supposedly back on track in her life. However problems were lurking ahead. She'd skimmed over it, only hinting briefly in an email at first. Explained a little more a few months later, but it was when she outlined it clearly in one of our last correspondences that I'd chocked mid-way through a mouthful of porridge. Bella Swan was going to become a Cold One.

We hadn't spoke for days following her gaining knowledge about my pending-arrival. Charlie felt it would be healthy for her to have a friend about. But what he didn't suspect was what Bella understood, I was here with a purpose.

I wasn't Renee. I wasn't Charlie. I wasn't by any means a blood relation to Bella. But I was her Godmother. I was here to protect her. Renee would have cried at Bella, told her not to be so selfish that she couldn't leave her. Charlie would have shouted at her, threatened to send her away and shoot the boy. I however took my own approach. I was going to be there for Bella. To help her look at the situation in a way that was logical, without the likes of her Fiancé and Black wading in to muddy the water any further.

Bella had always been fragile, slightly immature, but always bold, she felt a need to prove herself in everything she did, Bella wasn't going to sweep you away with her skill set or with her words, but she was driven by forces not even I could understand. My thoughts were pulled from me as the cool air hit me the plane coming into view.

Relief washed over me the moment I set eyes on her. She looked liked she'd aged a lot in the year it had been since I'd physically set eyes onto her. Bella had allowed her hair to grow out, it twisted down her back in waves, her skin remained as pale and she'd slimmed down even further. Wearing clothes that masked her physique for the most part but her cheek bones highlighted the difference. Her eyes were jumpy and she was shifting from one foot to the next.

Charlie looked no different. The Police Chief uniform looked odd amongst the crowd of younger people in the arrivals lounge. He seemed more relaxed though with the situation but still managed to hold a ground of authority. A beard sat on his face, one he'd had for as long as I could remember and not a single grey hair had yet tinted his dark head.

Bella clocked eyes on me first and her face lit up with pending joy. I watched her call out to me in excitement and before I'd made it any closer she was crushing me in a hug.

"Bella don't hug me to hard please" I gasped cringing back from the brunette's firm hold.

She bit her lip nervously but after I managed a weak smile her face lit back up once more and she was leading me towards Charlie.

"God I've missed you so much Immie" she cried excitedly.

I blushed at the comment and turned to Charlie who was giving me an awkward smile. We paused for a few seconds, trying to step towards each other but in the end he tugged at my arm pulling me into a soft embrace.

"Been a while kiddo" he teased in my ear and I grinned.

"To long" I mumbled breaking away from him.

Bella was already heading towards baggage claim and Charlie rolled his eyes at his daughter's haste.

"Hey Bells" he called after her as we hurried to keep pace with the younger girl.

The flight had made me feel rotten. I felt light-headed and making conversation was more difficult than usual with my word endings not wanting to form in my head. Charlie made gentle conversation to me about the flight as we walked towards the baggage roundabout and I gave a few simple replies as my stomach went queasy.

"Everyone's really looking forward to meeting you, especially Edward" Bella explained as we found my suitcases and Charlie took them from me. He released a snort at the mention of Edward and Bella cast him a look.

"And so is Jacob" she added which seemed to get a better reaction from Charlie.

"Well it will be nice to meet them" I commented simply, running my hand through my hair.

The temperature in the airport was elevated making it stuffy and I felt relief to be outside and heading towards the car. There was rain in the atmosphere and it made my head feel fuzzy but the fresh air filled my lungs pleasantly.

Driving along in the Police Chiefs car was something that seemed to make Bella more uncomfortable than it made me. I watched curiously from the backseat as she silently sat not making conversation with Charlie but instead flicking through the radio stations.

Ignoring them both my body allowed me to indulge in a light sleep which I would only regret later with sleeping upright in a moving vehicle.

La Push wasn't too far from the airport but I know that I slept all the way.

Authors Note: Thank you for taking the time to read the first chapter! I'm new to posting on here, but I've got a lot of the following chapters queued for upload. If you could leave me a review I'd really appreciate to hear your thoughts.