This is a story about Bella being in the wrong place at the wrong time and getting changed, but not before she meets another vampire.

Give it a chance please.

It's been fifty years. He kept good on his promise to never see me again. Like I promised, I moved on, so to speak.

"Dammit, Bella! I can't stand seeing you like this! You're going to Jacksonville to live with your mom! I've already bought you a plane ticket." Charlie shouted, slamming his fist down on the table.

"No, Charlie! I told you, I'm not leaving Forks, I like it here." I countered.

It's been four months since he left. I found I still could not say his name, let alone think it. I still looked like I'd been in a train wreck. I just did not care anymore.

Charlie sighed, and got up from the kitchen table to get his fishing gear.

"Billy and I are going fishing, by the time I come back; I expect to see your bag packed, the plane leaves at eight tomorrow morning." With that, he left. I heard his police cruiser start, and the gravel in the driveway spew against the house window as he took off in a hurry.

I sighed. I was still set in my ways here, and I knew that Charlie would not forcibly remove me from his house, no matter how much he wanted me to move in with my mom. He loved me, he just did not want to see me like this, all torn up from the inside out.

After a few minutes of thinking to myself, I sighed and got up from the table myself. After washing the breakfast dishes, a decided I needed to go for a walk.

I walked, that's all I could do. I thought of him, his family, and my life before meeting him. How could he expect me to go back to that after all that's happened between us?

I silently cursed myself when I cut myself on a nearby branch. I looked at my hand, it was only a little cut, but the blood flowed freely.

I was pulled out of my thoughts long enough to hear a twig snap. I quickly turned around to come face to face with…Edward?

No. I was sure this was not Edward. This stranger was about three inches taller with the same bronze-collared hair, kept in almost the same style. I knew he was a vampire by how quietly he snuck up on me, and that he was ghost pale. He looked to be about twenty-five or so, and he had a mixed expression of confusion and shock plastered on his face.

I stared at him for what seemed like hours when he finally spoke, slowly coming closer to me, "What are you doing this far from town?" I wondered why he has not attacked me yet. I know he could smell my blood.

I recovered long enough to look at his eyes, gold. So this unknown vampire doesn't hunt humans. I instantly relaxed. He noticed.

"You should not be this far from town, bears were spotted around here." He spoke, still cautiously coming closer, like he did not trust himself.

I was not sure what to say. I knew what he was, but he didn't know, I knew. Part of me wanted to run screaming back to the house. The other half wanted to run into his stone arms and sob uncontrollably.

"Would you like a ride back to town? My truck is parked not far from here." He was about two feet from me now, motioning his head toward where he probably came from.

"I…I know what you are." I said after breaking out of my silence.

He froze, the look of shock now more dominant on his face, but he recovered quickly, still trying to play the part of the helpful human, "W…What do you mean?"

Still staring at him, keeping my calm, I said, "You're a vampire." I stated. "I know because I used to know a family of vampires."

He just looked at me, not sure whether or not to believe me or not. But when he saw that I was serious, he sighed, dropping his guard, "Yes, I am. How do you know about vampires? You're not one." He said.

"They used to live around here, they're not here anymore. They…left a while ago. I also know you don't hunt humans because of your eyes." I said, trying and failing to hide my sadness.

He still seemed unsure about whether or not to approach me, but after a few moments he did, still cautious, like at any moment I would call his bluff and run to the nearest phone to call the police, telling them there was a crazy man here thinking he was a vampire.

I felt safe enough in his presence to act on my latter half of thinking. I lunged forward. I managed to catch him off guard but he did not run from me. I threw myself into his arms and started crying. Mostly because now I was sure that Edward was real, that it was not some horrid nightmare.

He stood stone still, frozen with shock, but still did not retreat from me. He seemed to soften and put his arms around me as to comfort me. We stood like that for what seemed like days, me crying my eyes out in front of this stranger. I'm sure that this was unexpected for him as well, having some human he just met throw herself at him and start blubbering all over his shirt.

He took it in stride though, holding me to his chest, rocking me side to side, saying, "Shhh. It's okay. Shh." Over and over again. Part of me thought that he was used to this, being a shoulder for someone to cry on.

Once my eyes finally ran dry, I slowly pulled away and looked at him, "Sorry, I don't know what came over me. You must think I'm crazy."

I could see he was still shocked but his eyes were warm, and he smiled, "No, you're not crazy. I used to do the same thing for my wife when she was upset. You look almost exactly like her actually." Suddenly his eyes were in some distant memory, and a sad look crossed his perfect features.

"How old are you?" I asked, hoping that it was an innocent enough question.

"Physically, I'm twenty-four years old. I'm actually over 120 years old." He looked at me with an expression I could not, for the life of me, read.

"Wow. You're older than most of the Cul-… the vampires I used to know." I almost lost it.

"Yeah, I guess so." He said, that warm smile still on his face. I know he caught my slip-up but to my relief, he did not address it. "I should be getting home, the others will be wondering where I am. Would you like that ride now?" He asked, standing.

I nodded, and he reached his hand out to me and I took it. "My name is Bella."

"Luke." Was all he said, a smile still on his lips.

As we walked to his truck, I felt brave enough to ask, "So, you had a wife?

He stopped short and I wondered if I hit a nerve, "Oh, I'm sorry; you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." How stupid I was. Wanting to know more about him, I might have just pushed him away.

He seemed to relax then, "Thanks. That's a story for another time." He said

I perked up, "So we'll see each other again?"

"Yes. I actually live pretty far away from here but it's no problem to come see you again. Where do you live?"

"Just over that hill." I said, pointing.

We got to his truck finally. It was a monster of a truck; it was a big Chevy GM lifted about six inches. I was sure that it was illegal to drive in most states. I got in the passenger side and we took off down the dirt trail towards my house.

When we got to my house, I got out and walked around to the driver's side window. "Will you come again tomorrow?" I asked.

He was lost in thought for a moment but then he finally said, "Yes, I can do that. I'll see you tomorrow, Bella." We waved goodbye and he drove off down the road.

It was still early in the day so Charlie would not be home yet. I would tell him that I met a new friend, and that I was not ready to leave yet. He would have to understand. I strangely felt happier then I had in a long time. I walked into the front door and decided to start dinner.

The last thing I remember was walking through the threshold of the kitchen when I felt a hard smack to the back of my head, and everything went black.

I woke later to find Luke staring at me. That's strange, why did he look so scared. I saw him seem to fight with something inside himself until finally, with a determined expression, he made up his mind. His face suddenly disappeared from my view and I felt a warm slash of pain in my neck. I could not dwell on this as the strange blackness overwhelmed me again.

(I won't go through the change. We all know how it goes.)

I knew I was a vampire now, I could feel the strength flowing through my veins. The pain had been unbearable, that was all I could remember. Part of me was upset that this had happened. He wanted me to live a human life, free of all this myth. The other part of me laughed in excitement that I might be able to see him again. I opened my new eyes and looked around. There were trees above me; I could feel the dirt beneath me.

That's so strange, the last thing I remember was looking at Luke, and he looked so scared, and before that, being in the kitchen of my house. I wondered why, now. But my wondering was cut short when I saw Luke flash into my field of vision.

"Oh, thank God! You're awake." He looked like he wanted to cry. I felt the strange urge to reach out to him and put my hand on his cheek, I did just that. He put his hand over mine and closed his eyes, finally relaxing.

I sat up and looked around, "Where am I?" I wondered out loud.

Luke shifted closer to me, "You don't remember?"

"No, what happened?" I asked afraid of the answer.

"Well, I was on my way home. I only got about a mile away before I smelled your blood, it helped that you cut yourself earlier I knew what you smelled like. I got out of the truck and ran like I've never run before. When I got to your house there was a man there, robbing your house. I'm so sorry. I smelled him earlier; I thought he was your father or something along those lines. He caught you in the back of the head with a club and fractured your skull. You were going to bleed to death if I had not gotten there. The man tried to attack me, I had to kill him. When you woke up, you could not even see me, which meant you were about three minutes from death. I could not just let you die, so…I bit you. After that, I knew I had to get you out of there, I took you and put you in your truck and drove it as far as I could on the gas that it had, I carried it even farther. You were quiet the whole time; I would have thought you were dead if I had not heard your heart beating. We are about two miles past the Canada border, and you've been out for a little over two days. I'm so sorry." He finally finished, looking so sad, and guilty. He was upset that he had thrust this life upon me, that much I could tell.

I shifted closer to him and put my hand on his knee, "No don't feel bad about yourself. You saved me. I would have been dead if you had not come and saved me. Thank you Luke." I meant it.

He looked at me, 120 years of sadness in his eyes. "You remember that I told you I had a wife?"

"Yes."

He nodded and continued, "Her name was Margaret. We were going to be married for two years in the spring. She looked almost exactly like you. One night, the fireplace sparked and caught the rug on fire. We woke up almost too late. We got out just in time before the house collapsed, but Margaret died soon after from smoke inhalation." His eyes were tortured as he said this. "I couldn't save her. I couldn't help her. Soon after that, I set out to live in the woods; I couldn't face the world without Margaret. I was found in the woods by Ian. He's a vampire. I was attacked by a bear and was almost dead but he saved me. After what happened and the fact that you look so much like her, I couldn't just let you die. I let the love of my life slip through my fingers, I could not let it happen again." He finished and looked up at the sky as if saying a silent prayer. I waited in silence for him to finish.

When he was done he looked at me and smiled, and I could see about 100 years' worth of burden lifted from his shoulders.

"Come on, we need to get home, I want you meet them. You can stay with us. I already called ahead, and you have a room waiting for you there." He said pulling me to my feet, and extending his hand out to me. Home? He was taking me to his house? And who were they? The rest of his coven? Was this Ian he mentioned part of his coven? My brain was firing off questions faster than I could get answers when I suddenly stopped.

Charlie! He must think that I'm dead by now. Well I am dead but he must think I'm the bad kind of dead. "Charlie. My father, he doesn't know where I am." I looked at Luke, hoping that he had an answer.

He shook his head, "Not true. After I made sure you were comfortable here I went and carried your truck to a spot close by your house. I made it look like you got into a serious accident. I also took the body of the man from your house and put him into the driver's seat. After that, I set the truck on fire. The body was burned beyond recognition, nothing but ashes." He smiled. "Also, I walked into your house and found something with your handwriting on it and copied it on a new piece of paper saying that you were going to a friend's house, that you would be back later, and that you loved him." He finished looking almost apologetic.

I relaxed then. I knew I would miss Charlie and my old truck but I was glad that Charlie had some peace of mind that I did not run away after our argument.

Luke extended his hand out to me again and I took it this time. He smiled and we ran to the spot where he had hidden his truck and drove it to his home, and hopefully my new home.

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