Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight Cast, Stephanie Meyer does, nor do I own the song 'Give me a sign', Breaking Benjamin does. As you can see, I own nothing. ;_;
This story is one I started a long time ago. I'm hoping to breathe some new life into it.
Bella Swan's Mental Ramblings: When life throws crap your way, duck!
The snow on the ground gleamed in the sun and crunched as I hurried up the walkway. It was freezing cold and my thin sweater and designer down jacket weren't cutting it. 'Well, you weren't supposed to be walking up the walkway by yourself,' I thought, 'You were supposed to have a nice warm husband with you.' I willed the tears from falling as pain lanced through my heart. Ignoring it, I hurried to the door and knocked. A strong gust of wind blew the snow from the ground onto me, causing it to go down my sweater. I shrieked at the extra coldness and shook it out of my clothes. 'Bella, my girl,' my internal voice glum and dejected, 'the next time someone asks you to marry them, run.' I nodded, agreeing with my inner self. That sounded like great advice.
Today had started out great, but quickly descended to bad then worst. I woke up yesterday morning with my heart elated. It was the day I was going to marry the man I loved, Jacob Black. I spent the morning getting ready, loving the feeling of nervous excitement that filled me. Sadly, God must have decided that today was 'Let's-screw-with-Bella Day' and my day turned to crap. When I got to the church, I was told that my fiancé had not arrived AND that neither Quil nor Embry, Jake's groom's men, had heard from him since the night before. We waited for him for hours. The whole time I silently prayed that he had decided to take a walk, got jumped, and was lying unconscious in a gutter somewhere. I knew it wasn't right, but I just hoped that there was a reason, other than him leaving me at the altar, for him not to be here.
After accepting that he had indeed left me at the altar, I got in a cab and went back to my hotel. As I had packed my bags, I cried and cursed Jacob, that evil lying rat bastard. My phone had rung off the hook with calls from family and friends, asking if I was okay. 'Oh, definitely,' I had thought as I angrily threw clothes into my suitcase,' it's just my third time getting left at the altar. No biggie!' I left the hotel and headed to the airport. Jacob and I were supposed to be going to a private cottage we had rented in the mountains for our honeymoon, but Jacob's not here, so I had decided to go and enjoy myself. Plus everything was charged to his credit card. 'Take that, you jerk!'
That's how I ended up out in the snow, freezing my butt off. A clearing of a throat pulled me back to the present and startled me. The door was open and in the doorway stood a giant. Tall and heavily-muscled, with a kind face and curly brown hair, he smirked at the blush that spread to my cheeks from the shock of his sudden appearance.
"Hello. Welcome to Lunta Manor. I'm Emmett and I will be your butler for the duration of your stay," he said, as he smiled and bowed, "may I take your bags?" He looked down and I did too, praying my bags would suddenly appear. Sadly, they did not. Emmett looked at me.
"They got lost in Forks Airport. All I have is my carry on," I said with a blush, "I'm Bella Swan, by the way." He smiled.
"Well, come on in, Ms. Swan." He gestured for me to enter. I walked in and sighed in relief when he closed the door. I slipped out of my jacket. Emmett took it and placed it on a coat rack. "I've got to go to the kitchen and let my wife, she's the cook, know you're here. She'll make you something to warm you up." I smiled my gratitude. "Just take these stairs upstairs. The master bedroom is the third door on the right."
"Thanks," I said as I started up the stairs. Finding the master bedroom was simple. I walked in and squealed. The bed was huge with a lot of pillows. I dropped my carry-on bag and run to jump on the bed. I sunk into it and giggled like a preteen. 'Jake, you may be a rat bastard, but you're a rat bastard with great taste.'
"- falling away. No longer the lost, no longer the same and I can feel you starting to break. I keep you alive, if you show me the way. Forever and ever, the scars will remain. I'm falling apart; leave me here forever in the dark."
'WTH?' I sat up, ignoring the tingles that run up my back. My slow brain finally registered the sound of running water. SOMEONE WAS IN MY SHOWER! 'Yeah, with a voice that makes you shiver.' Telling my inner voice to stuff it, I walked to the bathroom. When I opened the door, a wall of steam enveloped me.
"-dies, black out the skies. Does anyone care? Is anybody there? Take this life, empty inside. I'm already dead; I'll rise to fall again." His words filled my heart with sorrow and my eyes began to tear. Because the door was open, some of the steam began to clear and I was able to see him through to glass of the shower. My eyes bugged and my bottom jaw practically hit the ground. He was gorgeous. Well, the back of him was. He had a lean back made for running your fingernails across and a cute butt. His muscles rippled as he washed. I felt like such a perv, but, like at a bad accident, I couldn't make myself turn away. In my pervy little head, I prayed that God would be gracious to me and let him turn around. God heard my desperate plea and the gorgeous guy in the shower turned to rinse the shampoo from his hair, with his eyes closed. 'Thank God for small mercies!' I swear I wept with joy. The front view was as amazing as the back. Water fell down skin that tightened around muscles. I stood there wishing I could lick the water off.
Then, he opened eyes. We stood there staring at each other. I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks and a blush forming. Ducking my head, I muttered an 'I'm sorry' and rushed from the bathroom. As I ran, I heard footsteps behind me. "Hey, wait," he called. 'Oh, my gosh, he's following me!' I shrieked and ran faster. I flew down the steps and finally, I was on the ground floor, but then something really bad happened. The lights went out and that wouldn't have been a problem, but… I'm afraid of the dark. I swear my scream could have awoken the dead.
And that is the first chapter! Who is the hottie in the shower and why is he following Bella? Please review.