Okay so don't get angry at me for not updating Midnight Mansion but this is my part to a multiauthored story called The Eye of the Storm which I have been working on for a while. This is a list of who else will be playing each character:

Edward played by luvvampluvdog

Jasper played by Book2romantic

Emmett played by Sierra Echo Bravo

Alice played by Shaps

Rosalie played by Eevy Angel

Bella played by CarribbeanLady

To read everyones parts just search Morehead City, NC in the COMMUNITY search box above. For better instructions: Look above to Search. Choose Community from the drop down menu and type in Morehead City, NC. If you can't find it, message me and I can help.

So ladies and gentlemen, I give you The Eye of the Storm, Bella's Part One.

BellaPOV:

The rain fell heavily on the windshield, the wipers not having enough time to rid the glass of water before another puddle formed. I squinted, sitting at the very edge of my seat and gripping the wheel with tenacious fingers as I struggled to keep my foot on the gas while making sure I could reach the brake at the same time. I stared out into the rain soaked highway, only being able to see the occasional splurge of brake lights as the cars in front of me slowed down to snail pace.

Everyone was being careful today what with the weather being so stormy. Just as I thought this a car came zooming past me in the next lane. He swerved in front of me and picked up speed. I wasn't going that slowly, was I? I glanced down at the speedometer to see I was going twenty. I couldn't risk going higher because one, I was completely accident prone and I'd probably hit a puddle the wrong way and go flying into the grass by the road, and two, my old red truck couldn't go higher than fifty without steam pouring from the engine.

Ah my old Chevy truck. I loved this thing ever since I spotted it back in Florida. Jacksonville had a few cars for sale by owner in their driveways and I'd seen this one a year ago for an amazing price. It was one of those trucks that was the vehicle in an accident that had nothing but a paint scratch while bits of the other car lay around it. Of course the red paint was already coming off and there were a few dents in it but she runs doesn't she? I mean I got to Washington D.C. from Jacksonville in just a few days and now I was driving back without any problems.

My trip to D.C., which had lasted about a week, was just as I expected it to be. Very educationally safe. It was a good excuse to Renee, my mom, and her new husband Phil who ate it up and were glad I was going on this trip for "historical learning". It was just a little white lie. I really just wanted to get away from home. Don't get me wrong, I loved Jacksonville. I loved the heat and the sun but I was never really satisfied there. Well not without … him.

I gripped the steering wheel, mimicking the way my heart clenched in my chest whenever I thought of him. I'd promised myself three years ago I wouldn't think of him and here I was, doing it again. But it was so difficult not to. Everything I did, I saw, I heard, reminded me of him. I reached for the radio, fumbling for a moment before music filled the cab. Lifehouse's 'Broken' rang in my ears as I took a shaky breath. You see? Everything was plotting against me! I couldn't help thinking back now.

I still remembered how we first met. I was half way through middle school and it was the beginning of the summer. I found myself lying in the hammock in our little house's backyard. Our house sat right on a small lake but Renee insisted on putting up a chain link fence to 'stop the gators from getting in'. Sometimes she acted like such a mom and at other times she acted like she was younger than I was. It was just she and I at this point in time; Phil came when I started high school.

But here I was, ready to start another lonely and boring summer. I was reading a book and taking in the heat of the afternoon sun when I heard Renee's voice. I looked up to see her walking out of the house and towards me. She seemed out of breath as she stopped in front of me. "What is it Mom?" I asked, opting to use that instead of her real name. "Is there an alligator in the house?"

"No!" she said breathlessly. "Our neighbours just arrived! They have a boy about your age with them." I rolled my eyes and sighed as I sat up. She had this new interest in matchmaking and it seemed I was her test subject. "Don't you want to meet him?"

I pursed my lips and looked into her large child like pleading eyes. I had to give in as I groaned and stood up. She grinned and took my hand, practically skipping around the side of the house and towards the house next to ours. It was like ours just that much bigger with a huge window along the back to look at the lake. I always wondered when someone would come and snatch this place up it was so beautiful. I looked it up on the Internet and found out the price tag was beyond ridiculous. That meant the new neighbours were rich. No wonder Renee wanted me to meet them.

We came around the corner and I could finally see the moving truck with the men pulling a couch out of the back. There was a woman with long bronze coloured curls who was directing them where to go and I imagined she was the mother. I took in the rest of the people around her to see a handsome man standing by the side of the truck talking with the movers but there was no boy that was my age around. Renee pulled me over to the woman anyway.

She smiled kindly when she saw us and called a sweet 'hello' to us when she stopped in front of her. "Good afternoon," Renee said with a nod. "I'm Renee and this is my daughter Isabella." I grimaced at my full name but the woman didn't seem to notice.

"I'm Elizabeth and that is my husband Edward," she pointed to the man who continued to talk with the movers. "Masen. My son was around here somewhere but I suppose he ran off to the backyard."

Renee was literally shaking with delight as she looked at me. "Why don't you go find him and introduce yourself?" I nodded, anything to get out of this, and took off for the Masen's backyard.

It backed on to the lake too although it had a large oak tree on the bank. It was odd to see that kind of tree in Florida but it had always been there since I was a child. I walked under it, touching the bark lightly with my fingers. Ah good old woody.

"Hey!"

I screamed and fell over backwards as the voice startled me from above. I was on the ground as I looked up to see a young boy looking at me. But he was hanging upside down from one of the branches! He grinned as I glared at him. How rude! He seemed to take it all as a joke as he laughed. I pouted and stood up, brushing the dirt off my backside before walking over to him. His face was level with mine even though he was the wrong way round. He just smirked at me, his green eyes glittering mischievously. "That was mean!" I snapped, pointing an accusing finger at him. He merely grinned again before pulling himself up to hang by his hands instead and then jumping down to stand in front of me.

He was much taller than I was and made me crane my neck back to look at him. His hair was like his mothers, that odd bronze colour, but it was messy like his fathers. His face still held a small amount of child roundness but he was going to grow out of it soon enough. I was sure he'd have chiselled features like his father when he was old enough. He was lean and held a small amount of muscles in his arms because he had pulled himself out of that tree without any problems. But I couldn't help but be transfixed with his eyes. Had I thought they were green before because that was not the right word. They were emerald, such a bright, startling and vibrant colour that I had never seen before.

"Sorry," he said with another chuckle before sticking out his hand. "I'm Edward Masen."

I took his hand hesitantly and as soon as my skin touched his I felt a small spark. I blinked once but looked back up at his waiting face. "Oh!" I said. "Sorry. I'm Bella-"

"Swan," he finished for me with a large smile. "I saw you over there." He nodded his head over to my house.

I took my hand back and shoved it into my pocket. "You were spying on me?" I asked smugly.

He shuffled, kicking the dirt before answering me. "I wouldn't call it spying…"

I laughed and he looked up at me with an annoyed expression. But his frown quickly turned into a crooked smile that made me blush lightly. "Do you want me to show you around?" I asked him as I stared at my feet.

"I'd like that."

I took a deep breath and wiped my hand across my cheek. I felt the wet of tears against my skin so I let out a shuttering breath; happy it didn't end up being a sob. I'd had too many of those.

Suddenly I noticed a sound like a put-put coming from under the hood of the truck. Oh no! She wasn't going to make it! I quickly pulled off to the ditch on the side of the road as the engine groaned in exhaustion and then just completely shut down.

I stared at the steering wheel for a moment in shock. I thought she was going to make it! We were so close! I took out the key and jammed it in, pushing it to start.

"Come on baby, come on!" I muttered. Talking to a car. Nice Bella.

The engine whined again as I turned the key to the extreme right. I stopped, pulling it back to centre and then tried again. Just the same short rumble and then the whining continued. "Ugh!" I cried, slamming my hands down on the steering wheel. "Start damn it!" I thought it would magically come to life like it did in the movies but there was nothing but the sound of the heavy rain sloshing against the windshield. I groaned and hit my head off the wheel. "This. Can. Not. Be. Happening!"

Why me? Why was it always me that these bad things happened to? I hit my head off the wheel again and squeezed my eyes shut; willing the car to start on it's own. But it didn't.

A tap on my window made me jump. Outside my drivers side window was a heavy man with an umbrella and hood over his head. He had a flashlight in his hand with, I assumed, was what he tapped my window with. Frowning I rolled down the window a small bit so not to get the inside of the cab soaking wet.

"Do yah need a tow?" he shouted over the sound of the heavy rain.

I nodded and he ran back to his tow truck, which I now noticed was parked in front of me. I grabbed my rain jacket, zipped it up and pulled the hood over my face before snatching my duffel bag and stepping out into the rain. He had already backed up and was tying off my truck to get it ready to be hoisted up on to the back of his when I met him.

"You go get in the truck," he yelled at me, pointing to his car. "Don't want you getting all wet." He laughed and I quickly left him, my face red, to run around the passenger side and slip into the heated cab. Sighing I pulled off my hood and sat waiting for him to finish.

It didn't take him long and he was back and pulling out into the slow traffic. "So I'm guessing you need a place to stay, huh?" he asked me and I nodded, trying to keep my eyes on the road ahead of us. "Well all the hotels and motels are booked solid I'll bet but there's a hurricane shelter not far from our garage."

"Hurricane?" I asked in surprise.

"You didn't notice?" he asked with another laugh and I felt embarrassed that I hadn't guessed why the rain was so heavy. "I'll get one of my guys to drive you there, okay?" I merely nodded and the rest of the ride was in silence.

We arrived at the garage titled 'Joe's Car Shack' and he stopped to back my truck under the roof so the guys could have a look at it. I stepped out quickly and he went around to unhook my truck. The garage was loud with power tools sounding and loud rock music in the back away from the two open garage doors, which showed the stormy weather. A few of the guys were standing around the stereo in the corner and laughing with each other, beers in their hands. They looked up when we entered and I looked away from them as one of them cat called before laughing again. How embarrassing was that?

The man who had helped me, Joe I assumed, looked up and glared at the guys behind me who had now become quiet. Then he looked over to a car where someone was working under. "Jacob!" he called loudly, surprising the boy and making him hit his head on the bottom of the car. The laughter erupted again as Jacob rolled out from under the vehicle, rubbing his forehead. "Stop acting like an idiot and take this girl down to the hurricane shelter."

He looked up and I smiled timidly at him. He grinned in response; his bright white teeth a stark contrast to his dark skin and long black hair in a ponytail. He stood quickly and wiped his hands on his jeans before walking over to me. "I'm Jacob Black," he announced and I nodded, trying to be nice.

"Bella Swan," I answered.

There was a loud "Bow chica wow wow" from the corner as Jacob grumbled something under his breath before smiling at me again. "I better get you out of here, huh?" he asked and nodded quickly.

"But before I leave," I said, walking past him to Joe who had my truck's hood open. "Um how long is going to take?"

He looked up at me and shrugged. "'Bout a week at most."

"A…a week?!" I cried in exasperation. "You're kidding me?" He shook his head and I took a deep breath to calm myself. "Okay. How much is it going to cost?"

He shrugged again. "'Bout three hundred."

"Three hundred dollars?!" I cried and rubbed my face. I didn't have that kind of money on me. Maybe I could call Renee and get her to wire some cash to me or come pick me up. But no phone would work in a hurricane even I knew that. I groaned before mumbling my thanks and turning back to Jacob. "Lets go," I sighed and he nodded, leading me to a small red car.

The car ride was silent as I thought about how I could survive a week in a place I had never been or even heard of. But what about that hefty bill on my truck? I sighed as Jacob pulled on to the side of the road. I looked out my window to see we were now in front of a very tall church building. The brick was a dark brown in the overcast but the white on the building still showed clearly. I pulled my hood over my head and grabbed my bag, opening the door.

"Do you need me to help you?" Jacob asked in a somewhat anxious tone.

I stepped out and leaned down to smile kindly at him. "I'm fine," I assured him as the wind pushed against me. "Thanks for the ride. Maybe I'll see you again some time."

"Sure, sure," he answered with a grin.

I nodded, closing the door and running up the steps to get under the door's awning. I turned to see him still sitting in his running car, watching me with a frown. I waved lightly, letting him know he was free to go, before opening the large door and stepping inside.

It wasn't very quite on the inside because there were some people running around. It was most defiantly a church with high ceilings and red carpeted floors. Above me was something that was boarded up and I was sure it was probably some sort of stained glass picture. I felt disappointed that I couldn't see the art but shook it off as I pulled off my hood and made my way up to woman sitting behind a small desk with papers surrounding her. She looked up when I stopped in front of her and smiled widely at me.

"Hello," she greeted maternally. "Are you in need of a place to stay?"

"Umm yes," I stuttered, suddenly feeling embarrassed that I came to a place like this.

"It's alright," she soothed as I tried to smile. "I'll just need your name."

"Bella Swan," I answered and she wrote it down on a chart in front of her.

"Good. And where are you from?"

"Jacksonville, Florida," I muttered and she nodded as she wrote it in another little column before turning it around and sliding it over to me with a pen.

"We just need your signature and I can give you a room."

I nodded and signed my name on the sheet, feeling like I was signing my life away. She smiled before digging in one of the desk drawers. "You'll be bunking with a girl named Jessica," she said before handing me the key. "I'm sure you'll get along just fine."

"Thanks," I answered and she pointed me in the right direction so I could go find my room.

The corridors I walked through were crowded with people who squeezed past me with their own agendas. Everyone seemed nice enough but no ever talked to me just kept walking. I finally found my door and turned the knob to find it open. Puzzled I pushed it open, looked inside and was greeted with a scream. I slammed the door shut and pressed myself against the wall in shock.

In my room was a half-naked woman. She seemed to have been pulling her shirt on when I opened the door. Ugh! Great Bella! Now you look like a pervert. Nice job. I shuddered in disgust at what I had just seen. I really didn't want to see another naked woman if I could help it.

The door opened and my face must have been beet red as they girl stepped out. She glared at me; her cheeks slightly pink before stomping down the hall and out of sight. I guess I had just met my roommate. Great…

Sighing I went inside and closed the door, dropping my bag on the bed across the room from where hers was. She was probably going to the woman to ask for a different room away from the 'lesbo'. I shook my head in distaste but wondered if she really would do that. I really didn't want to be labelled as a pervert so I dropped my things and headed out the door, back to the front room.

Maybe I should tell my story to the girl just to let her know it was all an accident. I didn't want to get on anyone's bad terms. I thought deeply about how I would get them to believe my story as I turned the last corner. I gasped at what I saw and flew back around the corner to hide myself.

It couldn't be. "Impossible," I whispered. Slowly I peeked out from behind the corner and he was still there, talking with the woman at the desk. He was much taller then the last time I had seen him but still lean like I remembered. That odd shade of bronze was still in his messy hair and I could feel the texture of it on my fingertips. The child roundness I had remembered had given way to chiselled features that his father used to have. His jaw was prominent and strained as he stared at the woman who was shifting through the paper work. I couldn't see his eye colour from where I was but I knew it would be the same emerald I loved.

I pressed myself against the wall again so he wouldn't see me as I stared at the floor in shock. "It's Edward," I whispered to myself.

So tell me what you think about it so far.

:D