Hello all, this is my first attempt at writing a story and I hope you all enjoy it. I own nothing, though I wouldn't mind owning a certain southern cowboy. Anyway, on with the story. Narrator AWAY~!

Raven P.O.V.

I leaned back, staring at the top of the plane. I was well aware of my dear sister listening to her music next to her. The old iPod in my sister's hand was given to Bella by our mother. It was rather sentimental really. I had been indisposed of when she had received it. I felt myself slowly slipping into the darkness of sleep, and fear sat deep in my stomach at what my dreams might bring this time

-Dream-

Blood everywhere, Mixing and swirling with clear pools of something I didn't want to think about. I turned slowly watching people around me become slaughtered. I threw my arms and, drug my nails through hard flesh, tearing my way through those around me, Straining to get out. I felt the bodies move in closer and tighter, and let out a loud animalistic scream.

-End Dream-

I jolted up from my laid back position in the plane seat, letting out the same animalistic scream, and gripping the arm rests until they cracked softly. Bella's head swiveled around to look at me, as she placed a calming hand on my arm.

"Raven, calm down, it wasn't real. You're on a plane. Deep breaths Raven," Bella quoted lines from experiences from past freak outs.

"I…I'm sorry Bella, I guess I need better restraint still," I let out a shaky breath and slumped back in the chair as the seat belt sign lit up in front of them. Bella and I silently buckled our seat belts. I felt the jarring as the plane came to a landing, and, once safe, stood and retrieved both Bella and my carry-on bags from the area above us.

I stepped off the plane to the rainy skies of Washington. Bella and I had come to live with our dad, Charlie, so our mom could travel with her new husband. As I walked out of the airport in Seattle I noticed Charlie was late, and with a sigh, sat down on one of the suitcases, signaling the Bella should do the same. I felt unnerved under the bleak color; I was so use to the bright sun over me. I straightened up as the sound of Our Father's cruiser reached my ears, and tapped Bella's shoulder; a silent signal to stand up.

I plastered on the closest thing I could manage to a smile, "Hey Charlie," my voice was quiet and rough. I heard Bella mumble a similar greeting.

"Hey girls, you ready to go?" Charlie seemed eager to have them both here, and Bella nodded absently while I effortlessly picked up all of our bags and tossed them in the back seat before getting in myself. Bella sat in the front and Charlie behind the wheel. None of us spoke; we didn't find the need to fill the space with mindless chatter.

When we arrived at the house Charlie showed Bella to her room as I wandered over to mine and pulled the key out of my back pocket. I never liked my privacy being invaded and had locked my room up every time I left Charlie's place.

Walking in I noticed that the only difference was the layer of dust that had settled on everything, the canopy wrought iron bed on one wall still had my black sheets, the towering books shelf still filled with books on Vampires and the civil war, I had all ways been a strange child looking back on it all, the black wrought iron desk that matched the bed was sitting there with some files scattered out on it, and I could see in the half open closet all of my old little black dresses, the white frills a sharp contrast to the dark color.

I walked over to the desk and closed the old files, after knocking the dust off, and set them in a pile taking note of the names I had been researching the last time I had been here, The Major, The Captain, and The Lieutenant. Three of the most dangerous fuckers there is, I thought absently.

I moved to the open closet and pushed the dresses to the side to make room for the clothes that actually fit me, and as I did, caught sight of myself in the closet mirror; I stood back and checked myself over. My green eyes were dead and lifeless, two pits of despair, my pale cheeks hollow, once red plump lips were now chapped and cracked from chewing on them in worry, my knee length black hair dull and flat, the thermal I wore hung from her frame, the cargo pants swallowed me, and my black cowgirl boots were dingy. I looked like hell, but I had a damn good reason.

With a sigh I stepped away from the mirror and closed the closet, moving towards my window. I opened it and stepped up on the balcony there, my father along with Billy Black, and old Quill had built it when I was a lot younger, and I was surprised it still stood. I was more surprised they had made it out of concrete, but I still enjoyed the peace of just standing there outside.

I heard Charlie leave Bella to do her unpacking as I stepped back inside and decided to do the same. I picked up the dingy duffel bag and tossed it on the bed sending up a cloud of dust. I pulled out five basic thermals, a button up white shirt, 4 pairs of Jeans and another pair of cargo pants, and a pair of dress pants. I hung them all in the closet, avoiding the mirror at all costs, and closed it tight.

I heard Bella go downstairs to start dinner, but I knew no matter what delicious food she made, I wouldn't, couldn't, eat it. With a heavy sigh, I flopped onto my bed, and kicked my boots off. Tomorrow, Bella and I would start at Forks High, oh goody, I thought as I drifted off into another restless sleep.