This is the first story I have written so please let me know what you think. I have to dedicate this to my Seester Carmen who encouraged me to write this in the first place.

This story is from Bella's point of view and if people like what they read there will be other POV's in the future.

I do not own Twilight or the characters…I just like to play with them.

I am running as fast as my lungs will allow me. The fire that's burning with each breath while my muscles begin to spasm in my legs couldn't stop me from running the next step. I could feel them on my heels haunting and coveting every step I put between me and them. I couldn't stop I knew that if I did they would kill me. I knew that my life couldn't end like this. I knew that I loved him enough to force my body to move until it could move no more.

So I ran. As the sky grew darker and the forest revealed fewer paths I kept running. Then my natural ability for clumsiness kicks in and before I know it I'm falling to the ground. My body is ecstatic not to be moving but then my mind snaps to reminding me that this isn't a leisurely jog through the woods but a fight for my life from the gruesome twosome that for some reason has decided that today is a good day to kill me. I lifted myself up to continue running but my body refused as the last of my adrenaline wore out.

I could hear them coming from behind me and decided to roll off the path and into some shrubbery. I held my ragged breathe as I watched them run past me. Once they moved up from me I could breathe and allow my muscles to recover so I could hopefully make my way to the road and flag someone to take me back to town. I laid there waiting for my body to respond and as night overtook the forest I was lost to my exhaustion and fatigue.

I awoke to a loud shrieking bird overhead. It was still night and I was disoriented. I knew I was still in the woods and lay listening to any noise that might be from my assailants. But I heard nothing other than that damn bird shrieking above me. I tried to move my legs and found that even though it felt like needles stabbing into them that I could move my legs. So slowly I sat up and looked around. I could see nothing. It was dark and there were outlines of what I would say were trees but I couldn't see the path and there was no light. Not even the moon which I know is full tonight could penetrate the canopy of trees above to give me a little light.

So looking around and taking into account that I am incapable of walking in bright light without falling let alone in the woods in the dark, I decided to stay in place and wait for light before taking off and trying to find help. I lay back down on the ground that was relatively soft since the rainforest keeps the ground covered in leaves. I looked up trying to find the stars and finally gave up, closing my eyes and listen to the rustling that has started from the wind swaying the canopy top.

I'm relieved that the damn bird has flown off to torment someone else but now I'm alone. I lay with my eye close beginning to panic when I can see his face. His beautiful, strong face with those green eyes and that crazy tousled sex hair. I smiled and blushed, can you believe it? I'm lying in the middle of the woods with the threat of death and all I have to do is think about him looking at me and what do I do…I blush!

Ok Bella stop kicking yourself, you are already down. Think about him. Think about the man that makes heart speed up and skip beats. The man that smells like a sunny day whose voice sends goose bumps across your body. He could give me a look that would make my center throb while crooking a smile that would cause you to laugh and feel like there wasn't another soul on this planet.

Usually when a love like this is talked about or more likely written about it, it goes hand in hand with death, a sad and awful coincidence. As if to say that to experience a love that is so utterly consuming that it can't be sustained or that it causes people to be so reckless that their love is the only thing that survives. I normally being a sound and very reasonable person would've scoffed at such a statement but since I am experiencing such a love and lying of the floor of the forest that technically is the backyard to my childhood home hiding for my life, I realize that faced with the alternative, dying doesn't seem so bad.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I have known him my whole life. Well almost.

I met him in first grade. He sat behind me and I remember him pulling on my pigtail. I cried and called him a meanie before running into the girl's bathroom and crying. My mom would've held me and comforted me but having lost her battle with ovarian cancer a year before left my dad with the task of dealing with his a overly distraught six year old. That was also the day I met his family.

Most parents would've told their daughters the line about little boys being mean to girls because they like them or some other masochistic line that would scar girls for the rest of their relationships but not my dad. Charlie was the chief of police and therefore felt a need to always get to the bottom of a situation. In other words he wanted to know what this punk kid's problem was. So after I stopped crying, my father immediately put me into his squad car and we were off to the Cullen residence.

I had never seen anything like it. A glass box in the middle of the woods. I remember sitting in the car and not wanting to go inside and face this boy that had made me cry. A woman came outside to meet the squad car and I couldn't help thinking about my mother. While this woman was the epitome of beauty and grace, you could feel the warmth and love emanating off her skin. She smiled at us in the car before leaning down to look inside at Charlie and I.

"Hey Charlie, what brings you out here? And this must be your beautiful Bella."

"Sorry Esme but apparently there was an incident at school today between Bella and your son." Charlie said as softly as he could. Charlie was known to be real gruff with people but he had always had a soft spot for Esme and her husband Carlisle. He respected Carlisle's work at the hospital and all the charitable work Esme did for the community. Charlie thought they were good people.

"Oh Charlie that's awful. Oh Bella honey I am so sorry to hear that. Why don't the both of you come inside and we can take care of this together." Esme smiled warmly and opened my door helping me out of the car. Esme pulled me into her side as Charlie came around the back of the car. Esme led us into the walkway of her house and I could do nothing but stand and look around at all the grandeur. My mouth hung open as I looked at beautiful tapestries and floral arrangements. Esme giggled lightly before moving me forward into the living room. Motioning Charlie to have a seat and leading me over to his side before she let me go sit with him. Esme then excused herself and walked over to the stairs by the entrance. Standing very firmly a voice and tone came out of this woman I didn't think was possible. Although she was a mom after all so it shouldn't have come as a surprise.

"Edward Anthony Cullen get your butt down here immediately."

When's the last time someone used your full name?