* Setting: This is starting in the middle of New Moon, when Bella bumps into Laurent in the meadow. The pack has not come to rescue her yet.

Bella's POV

1 - Damn Laurent

"You see, Bella, I'm actually here hunting."

I backed up slowly, watching in horror as Laurent dropped into a hunting crouch. The velvety voice in my head snarled fiercely. Suddenly, he stiffened. He rose into a casual stance. He was staring at a point behind me, but I couldn't look away from him.

"You came to share?" he asked jokingly, though his eyes were narrowed in a mixture of calculation and apprehension.

"You see my eyes, and yet you ask me?" a gentle, lilting voice said. I tore my eyes from Laurent, and spun to stare at the newcomers.

The voice came from a tiny Asian girl with golden eyes. One of her arms was slung across the shoulders of an Asian boy, slightly older than her, beside her. A moment later, another boy entered the clearing. He was gaunt, with jet-black hair that had metallic gold highlights that sharply contrasted his deathly white skin. The light shadows under his eyes made him look like he was suffering from insomnia. His eyes were unlike the other girl's warm, honey colored eyes or the other boy's coal black, silver. All three were inhumanly beautiful.

They were vampires, but not my vampires.

This realization started the throbbing ache in my chest. The only thing that stopped it from overpowering me was the adrenaline that filled my head. I was sure that the pain would really begin once the fear and adrenaline wore off.

"Back off, Laurent," the silver eyed boy said in a hard, icy voice. Laurent started when the boy said his name. "She's with us."

Laurent hissed with annoyance. "How many overprotective vampires does Isabella have?"

"We're friends with the Cullens," the boy said. Pain clawed at my chest at the sound of their name. I sat hard on the ground with a loud huff, my arms wrapped tightly across my chest. The vampires mostly ignored me, just sparing me a glance.

"If the Cu-" he continued, cutting off after a glance at me, "if they protect her, we protect her as well."

Shooting one last glare at the vampires, he turned to leave. As he turned, he winked ominously at me.

"Expect a visit from your old friend, Victoria," he chuckled, walking away. My hysteria was brimming over now. The boy who had done the speaking examined me. He picked me up, with little resistance, and glided through the forest, the trees whizzing past me dangerously fast. I started sobbing uncontrollably. This was too similar to my painful memories of… of…