Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters.

Okay so this is kind of a twist on Twilight, the original story. It is much darker than the original story and have changed this around in order to fit the pot. I really think you will all enjoy!!

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As her father pulled into the tiny little town of Forks, Isabella Swan couldn't help but sigh. The dreary, rainy state of Washington suited her mood perfectly, especially after what she had just been through. Living out the rest of her life in this dreary place did not seem like a horrible idea. Then again, what choice did she really have?

"Hasn't changed much has it?" her father, Charlie, said in an effort to break the awkward silence which had stretched out the duration of their car ride.

She shook her head silently. No, Forks would never change. In all of the summers she had stayed up here wither father, not once had anything remotely significant affected the small town. Well, maybe the high price of gasoline. Forks was a place time had almost forgotten, almost. Sure, it was with the times, to an extent, but at the same time, Forks was a completely different world from the Arizona sunshine Bella had grown so accustomed to.

They made their way through the town quickly, but Bella couldn't help the stares that crossed over her father's police cruiser. Charlie Swan was the chief of police in Forks, and therefore, his business was the rest of the town's business. So when news had spread about Bella's mother, well…it was impossible to ignore.

Bella ducked down slightly in her seat. Everyone in town knew who she was and they all knew why she was coming to live from sunny Phoenix to cloudy Forks.

"Sorry Bells," muttered her father, "They don't mean any harm."

"I know," Bella muttered.

"Just give everyone a few days to adjust, and then things will be normal again."

Normal…that was one word she was sure didn't exist anymore. How could her life possibly go back to being normal after what happened?

"Well here we are," Charlie said as he pulled into the brick driveway.

Chief Swan's house was a tiny two story home, modest enough living for a single middle-aged man. Inside was cozy, with a kitchen, moderate-sized living room downstairs and complete with two bedrooms and a full bathroom upstairs. The chief had bought it when he and Bella's mother, Renee, had just gotten married. Shortly afterwards, they got divorced.

Bella opened the passenger side door of the cruiser and stepped out. She stared at the white sided house for a moment. So, this was where she was supposed to live out the rest of her non-significant existence? She would deal with it…for now.

Meanwhile, Charlie had begun pulling her bags from the trunk of the cruiser. Bella snapped out of her daze and helped her father. She didn't have much, she'd left a lot behind in Phoenix, and there were some thing she just couldn't bear to look at again. Between her and Charlie, they carried most of her things up in one trip.

As they walked up the stairs and approached her old childhood bedroom, Charlie stopped and stared at Bella. "I knew you outgrew your room years ago, so I called up some friends to help get it ready for you. I didn't know what would be appropriate for a sixteen year old."

"Ch-Dad you didn't have to do that," Bella said quietly. She would have to remember not to call him Charlie to his face.

"I know, I just wanted you to feel at home Bells," Charlie said as he opened the bedroom door. He stepped inside the tiny, but neat bedroom. Directly across from the door was a twin bed tucked into the corner, against the wall. Covering it was a black bedspread, with a white floral pattern weaving through it. The sheets and pillow cases matched the blanket accordingly. Next to the bed was a nightstand with a bedside black and white lamp sitting on top of it. Across from the bed, on the other side of the room was a desk with a computer where she could do her homework. Her closet was against the opposite wall, not large, but big enough to hold her meager wardrobe. Bella noticed that Charlie had painted.

"Lavender?" she asked quietly.

"Is that alright? Thought it would go with the bedspread. I wasn't sure what colors you liked and you don't seem like a pink person, so Sue Clearwater suggested it."

Bella couldn't help but smirk slightly at her father's efforts. "It's perfect, thanks dad."

Charlie set down her bags on the bed. "I'll go down and get those boxes out of the backseat. You relax and unpack. Oh and do you remember Billy and Jacob Black?"

Bella nodded, the names sounded somewhat familiar in her mind.

"They are coming over tonight, bringing us dinner. They helped me paint your room."

"Sounds good," Bella replied as she started opening her bags one by one. Truthfully, she was not in the mood to eat nor to socialize. But she would endure it for Charlie's sake. She didn't want him to worry.

"Okay then…" Charlie said as he made his way down the stairs.

After Charlie had brought the boxes up from the car, he left his daughter alone to unpack. Bella little by little, began to remove her clothes and other various belongings from the bags and boxes. She hung her clothes in the closet and stowed the bags away under her bed. One box contained a small library of her favorite books: The Complete Works of William Shakespeare and Jane Austin, a battered copy of Wuthering Heights, and works from various other authors including Tolkien, Hawthorne, and Steinbeck. She placed the books on the shelf mounted on the wall above her desk.

The other box contained pictures and keepsakes she had possessed her entire life. Pictures, little trinkets and gifts she had received. Bella placed some of the pictures and trinkets on her desk. One little keepsake, her favorite, in fact, was a ridiculous teddy bear she had kept since she was three years old. Well technically, it was a panda bear. Bella always did have a flare for being unique. She placed the stuffed animal on her bed.

Moving the lamp on her nightstand slightly off to the side, Belle found her digital alarm clock, and plugged it into the wall outlet. Next, she placed a picture of her and Renee beside the alarm clock. It was her favorite picture of her and her mother. She touched it lovingly for a second and tears began to well up in her eyes.

"No," Bella resigned quietly to herself. She would not cry. She had done enough of that in the past couple of days. Besides, she didn't want to worry Charlie.

She heard her father coming up the steps and promptly continued to put her things away. He was carrying what looked like two poster boards in his right hand. In his left hand were a hammer and some wall tacks.

"Wow, the place looks lived in already."

"Yea, it looks good," Bella replied as she looked around, "What's that?" she asked as she peered at the contents of Charlie's arms.

"Oh, a couple of posters, the walls looked bare but the paint was still wet. I'll hang them up now."

Bella nodded and proceeded to help her father hang the posters on the wall. They were, just her taste: black and white photographs of flowers, simple, but elegant. As they were finishing up, both of them turned their heads when they heard a monstrous noise in the driveway.

"That must be Billy and Jake," Charlie said as he looked walked to the window. "Yup, come on Bella, I want to show you something."

Bella followed her father down the stairs and out the door. In the driveway was an old Ford truck. A boy with dark skin and long black hair was pulling a helping an older man out of the truck and into a wheelchair.

"Hey Billy!" cried Charlie. Charlie went up and shook Billy Black's hand warmly. "Bella," Charlie motioned, "you probably don't remember Billy, it's been while since you saw him last."

"Hi," Bella quietly replied.

"And this," Charlie continued, "is Jacob." He pointed to the tall dark-skinned boy. "You two were in diapers together." He and Billy shared a laugh. Bella and Jacob looked way from each other, embarrassed.

"Well Charlie," said Billy, "here are the keys, she's ready to go." He dropped a set of keys into Charlie's hand. Charlie nodded and then preceded to hand the keys over to Bella.

"Here Bells."

Bella took the keys hesitantly, "What are these for?"

"The truck, you need a vehicle to drive to school."

Bella stared at the old Ford pick up. Against her will, a small smile crept onto her face, "Really?" she asked.

"Hey Jake, show Bella how this armored car works."

Jacob smiled shyly and motioned for Bella to get in the driver's seat. He jumped in on the passenger side and began to show her how to use the clutch and work the gears. "We'll just take it for a spin around the block," the black haired boy said. Bella nodded as she started up the engine.

Carefully she pulled out of the driveway and made her way down the street. The truck was loud, but it ran beautifully. It would be perfect to get around dreary Forks in.

"Turn right here," said Jacob. Bella complied. "So," said Jacob, "how do you like your room?"

Bella looked at him, "It looks nice. Thank you for helping Charlie."

"He was worried you wouldn't like it."

"I like it," she replied. She turned again, keeping her eyes on the road. Like Charlie, she wasn't good at small talk, but Jacob seemed nice enough, so she would give it a try, "So do you go to the high school here?"

"No, I go to the school in La Push on the reservation. That's where we live."

"Is it just you and Billy?"

"Technically," he grinned, "but we always keep a lot of company. I have a lot of friends."

Bella smiled back. "Too bad you don't go to Forks. It would have been nice to at least know one person."

"You'll be fine; people around here usually jump all over a newcomer."

"Great," Bella muttered. The last thing she needed was more attention.

They were silent as they turned back onto Charlie's street. And as Bella pulled the truck into the driveway, Charlie and Billy were there to greet them.

"Well," Charlie said as they jumped out of the cab, "how do you like it?"

"It's great dad, thanks," Bella muttered quietly.

"Let's grill up some of these burgers Charlie," Billy said holding up a paper bag.

The small company ate together with companionable small talk. Charlie and Billy planned a fishing trip for the upcoming weekend, and Jacob invited Bella down to La Push. She simply nodded politely.

When the table was cleared and the dishes washed and put away, the boys gathered in the living room to watch the big basket ball game on television. Bella politely excused herself upstairs to shower and change into some comfy sweats. It had been a long day. When the bathroom door was closed and the shower water was audible through the pipes, Billy turned to Charlie with a grave look on his face.

"So the truth Charlie, how is she doing?"

Charlie sighed and stretched his arms over his head. He leaned forward and put his head in his hands. "I'm not sure yet Billy. As well as can be expected I suppose. But she won't talk about it. I'm not good at this Billy. I don't know what to do."

"You are doing the best you can right now Charlie, that's all that counts."

"Poor kid," Charlie muttered. "No one deserves to go through what she did. Finding her mother and that bastard…"

"It's not fair," said Billy. "But you can help her Charlie, give her a fresh start."

"I don't know," said Charlie. "Forks has never been Bella's favorite place in the world. Jake I would appreciate you helping out, you know making sure she gets out with some kids her own age every once in a while."

"Sure thing Charlie," Jacob replied eagerly. "You won't have to worry about her staying cooped up in this old house."

"Thank Jake," said Charlie as he tugged on the boy's hair.

"It will be okay," Billy said as he patted Charlie on the back. He turned to his son, "Well Jake, let's get going."

Jacob nodded and stood up. "Bye Charlie thanks for having us over. Tell Bella I said bye."

"Will do Jake."

Charlie help Jacob load Billy into their van they had parked across the street earlier before bringing the truck over. He waved goodbye as they drove off down the road.

Charlie sighed and looked up to his daughter's bedroom window. He could see Bella brushing he wet hair. I'll have to get some curtains, he thought to himself.

Charlie walked back into the house and slowly made his way upstairs. He stood for a second outside of Bella's door. Taking a deep breath he knocked quietly.

"Come in."

Charlie opened the door to find Bella sitting on her bed. She had her knees pulled up to her chest in a timid manner. Charlie cleared his throat.

"Just wanted to make sure you were all settled in for the night."

"I'm good thanks dad."

Charlie looked around the room. After an afternoon of unpacking, the place looked homey and comfortable, even if it was small.

"So," Charlie muttered, "you start school tomorrow. Do you want me to go with you on your first day?"

Bella almost blanched. It was already hard enough having her father as the chief of police; she certainly didn't want him to go to school with her. She was already going to stick out like a sore thumb anyways. "I think I can handle it," she simply replied.

"You know Bells if you don't want to start school this week I understand. You could give yourself a little time to settle in..."

"I want to go to school. I think…" Bella paused, searching for the right words, "I think it would be good."

"Yea," Charlie admitted. "Getting back into the routine is probably best. Well, goodnight Bells."

"Nite."

And when Charlie closed the door, Bella immediately jumped up and put the lock in place. Finally, she was alone…she was alone…

The tears came unwillingly. They poured down her pale face at a rapid rate. The anguish and grief she felt consumed her and it was all she could do but curl up in a tiny ball on her bed. She kicked the covers and pulled them over her body, desperate to cover her body.

She fell asleep like that. And as her mind was tormented with the nightmares, a singe thought seemed to echo through her head, the truth which had shattered her world over the past couple of weeks.

There was only one reality for Isabella Swan. Her mother was dead and as a result he had been sent into exile in this tiny little town. Her mother was dead and there was nothing she could do about that.

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AN: Short intro chapter but I hope it kind of sets things up and into motion. Read and review!