A/N: This was an idea that my writing buddy Yasmin came up with and wanted me to write for her. So I am even though I have no love for Twilight, Bella's going to be a little different than in the books but don't worry I am above character hate writing.

Disclaimer: I thank God that I don't own Twilight and the plot is entirely my writing buddy's.


The heavy scent of pine trees lingered all around me, the scent matched the scenery. Everything was completely green. And that's when I knew where I was. I was in Forks, my hometown, why I was there I honestly had no idea. But I'd been having the same dream for quite some time now and it had always ended the same way.

I heard a cry in the distance, it wasn't a human sound but it was a sound helpless enough for me to instinctively go to it. What if it was a wounded animal? What if it was hurt? So once again I made my way through that pathway that seemed to pave its way through the trees. I don't know why I kept doing this as I knew what was down there but I just couldn't stop it. I needed to get down there.

I found my way into a clearing; it was beautifully adorned with white flowers. The air was light and carefree but something else hung in the air, something that screamed danger. And that's when I saw it. I saw the crimson liquid smeared over the flowers staining it's once purity. My eyes trailed after the blood, I didn't want to look... I pleaded with myself not to look but I just couldn't stop it. Finally my gaze settled on the cause of the disturbance. The beast. The beautiful monster feasting on a half-dead animal, I gaped as I saw the animal's eyes glaze over knowing that moment by moment it's life was slipping away. I involuntarily took a step back and somehow the beast noticed. As he stood and turned I couldn't even notice that his front was equally as glorious as his behind, even with his mouth and clothes coated in red.

I gasped, though I was unsure if this was out of fear or awe. Not that either way it mattered to the beast, for he just smiled coldly at me and made his way over to me slowly.

"You should not have come here," was all he said before he lunged at me.


My body jolted up in my bed slick with sweat causing my pyjama top to cling to it. Just another fucked up dream... I kept telling myself this but I knew I wasn't going to be going back to sleep anytime soon. I tucked my hair behind my ears and leaned over my bedside to check my clock. It was 7:30 am... on a Saturday. I inwardly groaned and threw the covers off of my body, swinging my feet over to touch the cold hardboard flooring of my bedroom. I went over to my drawer and pulled it open and took out my scrapbook. Then I made my way back over to my bed with a pencil and began scribbling away.

By the time my parents were awake; their breakfast was already on the table and cooling off. I was forever awake before my parents; they were late sleepers... if that's what they were actually doing in the morning. I was washed, dressed and ready to get out on the city. Not that today was going to be any different to any other weekend.

Phoenix was like most cities. It was full of blinding lights and bustling commotion. I suppose I would mind it more if I was one of these girls who lived to stand out and to have constant eyes and attention on me. However I wasn't, I was more like one of these girls who just liked to fade into the background. I was the face at the corner of your eye; blink and you'll just miss me. Josie liked to call me Houdini since sometimes it was really like I wasn't there. Josie was the closest thing I had to a best friend in this city, I hadn't many friends so to speak not that I really minded. My own company was the best that I actually had if I was quite honest.

I don't know what it was, it was just like one day I just woke and realized that I'd skipped a decade or something. All the trivial conversations that high school girls and boys had alike were the exact same thing. Who was dating who and who was wearing what and so on. Sometimes I really just wanted to jump out of my chair and scream that I didn't give a damn, but that was a little bold for someone like me and it wasn't like anyone would actually hear me anyway.

But I did have that certain special someone in my life. My scrapbook of course. Scrappy and I have been in a relationship for the past six years when I realized that drawing was one of the very few things I could do without screwing up. Since then I haven't truly been without him and I didn't want to imagine life where I was.

"Mornin' Bells," I heard my dad say as he walked in and planted a kiss at the top of my head

"Morning Big Guy," was my reply as I twiddled my pencil in my fingers. I hadn't called my dad by the proper term since I was nine. Not that he really minded, in fact making up random nicknames for each other on the spot were sort of what we did. I drew the line at HellBells though I mean... seriously?

"Breakfast ready on the table as usual," said my father with a beaming grin on his face "what did we ever do to deserve an angel like you?"

"Beats me," said my mother as she came over and planted a kiss on my cheek "good morning sweetie," my mother was also a close personal friend of mine. I felt like I could talk to her about anything because most of the time she seemed like a teenage girl herself. That's sort of how it was in our home; I was more the parent than the child. Maybe that was my problem; maybe if I was looked after more as a child I'd act more like one.

"Morning mum," I picked up my glass of orange juice and polished it off "right, I'm off," I placed Scrappy in my satchel and threw the bag over my shoulder.

"Bye Bella," my mum chirped as she began to cut into her eggs, my dad however, simple waved me off. I smiled back and wrapped my arms around my mother, breathing her in before doing the same to my dad. I gave them one last wave before I shut the door behind me.

Once the door was closed I slumped against the door and took in a deep breath. I felt a smile tug at my lips as I saw my Mazda MX-5 Miata parked in the driveway. My baby. It wasn't the flashiest most expensive car ever but it was all mine and it had could go to a pretty good speed when I wanted it to. Which I did frequently, after all my life was filled with few thrills. I popped open the boot of my car to place my satchel in along with all the other bags I'd managed to stuff in there. I sighed and wondered if I was making a big mistake, and reminded myself of what had brought me to this in the first place.


I was not a spontaneous girl, I had never recalled doing something in my life that had been thoroughly planned and thought out and this was no exception. I loved my parents I really did but I knew I just knew I couldn't stay here without my head exploding. So I closed the boot of my car and got in the front seat, put the key in ignition and drove away from my home.

I had no idea where I thought I was going, I just kept driving, for once I was genuinely following my instincts and I felt as if they would tell me where to go. As the drive began to run into night time I parked my car on a parking lot and slept there. I didn't really care whether or not this got me into trouble; I was an eighteen year old girl on the run after all. Dawn arrived and I felt the rays of the sun gliding over my windscreen. I opened my wide brown eyes and revved up the engine again.

I passed over multiple stores when I could no longer ignore my stomach's cries for attention. Finally I pulled over at a diner; it was nothing special in fact it looked sort of like those 50's diners you always saw on TV. I started to fantasize about pancakes feeling my mouth watering at the very thought.

Once I was inside I made a beeline straight for the queue. Though as I passed one of the tables I heard muffled giggles emerge from the group of girls sitting on there. My head whipped around to them, my brow furrowed as I tried to think about what they could possibly be laughing at. I'd given my appearance a brief overview before I went inside and I thought I looked as okay as I could for someone like me. Or maybe it was the fact that it something deep set into my skin that made me different from them. I had to remind myself that it didn't matter, that they probably weren't even laughing at me. But all I could hear was the constant giggling and the occasional whisper here and there.

Finally I turned towards them.

"I'm sorry is there something funny?" I asked them "because if there if then please share the joke, I could do with a laugh myself."

The girls looked from one to the other and began giggling again. I rolled my eyes, why am I wasting my time here? Of course they aren't going to answer me.

"You know what... never mind," I turned away to resume my quest for the queue but instead I ended up skidding over a small puddle of syrup and collapsing to the ground. It didn't hurt merely enough as it should have, perhaps my ass had built up some tolerance against hard surfaces from all the ones I'd actually fallen upon. The worst damage would actually have to have been done to my pride.

"Oh my goodness Miss," cooed the waitress as she took my hand and hauled me up on my feet. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah..." I sighed rubbing the back of my head "you might want to put a sign on that though you know, before someone gets hurt," I rolled my eyes and walked past the table of girls attempting to ignore their hushed whispers and giggles once more.

After that small mishap I was back in my car and ready to drive along again. As I drove further along I couldn't help but feel that I'd been here before, this place, it had something oddly familiar about it. It was only when I passed the welcoming sign did I realize.

Welcome to Port Angeles it read.

I'd come home.