A/N: This story is a fanfic for Twilight by Stephanie Meyer. I do not own any of these characters.

It was a escape.

I had gone through so much back in Forks, following the death of Charlie, my father, from a unexpected work accident, here I am.. On a trip to England.

I looked out the window and sighed.

I couldn't take it. My mothers reaction to Charlies death was surprisingly carefree. At least that was what I thought. She tried her best to forget about Charlie after they had divorced, so much that when news arrived of his death, it was even harder for her.

She couldn't take me in. At least not now.

It's because your face reminds me of him Isabella, I need time, to get things together. She wrote in the last E-mail I had received from her. I know that you're going through a lot too, and seeing that It's summer vacation, I think it'd be nice if you spent the summer in England.

I knew there was more to the reason why she wanted me to be sent to England. My house wasn't my property. The suddenness of his death brought the question up of his will. There were only two people who were related to him, his divorced wife, or me, his 17 year old daughter. It was decided that his money would be given to the government, because I wasn't 18, and my money could not be inherited because I had a mother who would support me. Then, she probrably decided that I should go to England until I turn 18 over the summer, then go back to the United States, where I could collect his will.

I sighed again. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, this wasn't. I pulled out my wallet, and inside, tucked inside the rolled up hundred dollar bills (I had 6 thousand dollars for the 2 month trip) was a picture of my boyfriend, Jacob Black, with his messy black hair, and dark skin, a complete contrast with my clean brown hair and pale skin.

God.. Even Jacob isn't with me. He never was. We had dated, and gotten into a relationship in Forks. When I had first arrived, he was younger then I, but he grew really fast. The relationship had been good, but then we suddenly saw less of each other, and eventually, he just dissapeared from my life.. I guess you could say I don't even consider him a boyfriend anymore, and that I'm single again.. Ugh. I don't want to think about this.

I looked out the window again, and the loudspeaker went off:

"Passengers, we have arrived in Liverpool, United Kingdom"

I sighed again. I'm beginning to sigh too much.

"Passengers, the plane has landed. Please get out of your seats, and in a single file, head to the exit and walk to the Luggage Center."

I tucked my wallet gently into my front pocket and went to the exit.

"Have a nice day ma'am, watch your step" a man said, on my way out. He was young, I was guessing maybe around mid twenties, and I wondered why he worked there for just a split second, because I accidentally stumbled, I didn't realize that my foot had landed on a step. The young man then held me at my waist.

"Oh, I'm.. I'm sorry" I said.

"It's fine ma'am, are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded, and proceded down the stairs, extra cautious.

When I entered the Luggage center, I immediately spotted my luggage. It was a white one, with a yellow ribbon tied to the handle. I pointed to it, and a middle aged man came over to pick it up for me.

"Okay, luggage A for plane ticket number 491" he said as he picked it off of the rotater and settled it to the floor. He was alittle skinny, and I was surprised that he had so much strength. "I'll need to see your plane ticket and identification"

"Oh, okay" I said. I patted my right jean pocket, and felt smoothness, my skin underneath. I patted my left pocket. Nothing. Coat pockets? Nothing. "Um.. One second" I said, and I gave the man a smile, hoping that he couldn't read my confusion and worriedness that was growing. Where did I put it? "Umm.."

"Ma'am if you can't find it.. I'll give you time, I need to help other--"

"Is there a problem?"

The man who I had seen at the exit of the plane approached me.

"She can't find her plane tickets, nor her identification sir" responded the man with my luggage.

"Really.." the younger man said, I was surprised the way the man with my luggage responded to the younger man, as if he had alot of authority. "You can go assist others, I'll take care of her."

"Yes sir" he responded, and left.

I was alone with the younger man now. It was quiet for a bit, as he stared at me. He then tisked at me and gestured for me to go a corner of the station. I went there with shaking legs. I was in a completely strange country, with no identification, wallet, luggage..

"Hmm.. What are we going to do with you.." he asked. "We could call the United States Embassy, and go through so much trouble, and pay all the fees to get you home.. But ofcourse we wouldn't do that. Or, we could call the police. Your choice."

I looked up at him. His bushy eyebrows gave him a older look. He was staring at me, observing me. I said nothing, but I could feel blood rushing to my face.

"Or.. I could do you a favor." he said.

I lit up. "What is it? Anything, please. I'm so sorry. I promise I'll pay you back all the fees--"

"Or rather.. You do me a favor." he interrupted.

"What could I do?"

"Well.." he gave me a smile, a smile that seemed more threatening then humble. "There's a closet in the back of the station. I'm going to take you there, and when we get there, I'll lock the door. Then I want you to undress."

WHAT? was what immediately came into mind, but for some reason I was panicking too much to open my mouth.

"Don't worry, we won't do much." he said, smiling that I was helpless. "You want to leave without a fine? Go ahead. Just give me.. I don't know.." he looked at his watch. "Maybe about a hour and a half"

"I.. I can't"

"You wanna have a debt of 600 euros for the plane ticket? You wanna be considered illegally here? You wanna be arrested?"

"I can't" tears started rolling down my eyes.

"Look, I'm being very generous here. Your lucky your just a bit over average looking, and.. Hm, a average body to say the least, because if this had happened to anyone else then I would have definitly reported them by now"

"Sir, is there anything else--"

"No. Come on, I'm a gentle man--"

"Excuse me.." someone interupted. His voice was very soothing, but didn't decrease the worriedness I had in that moment. I looked over the shoulder of the young man who was hovering over me.

The new man approached. "Is there a problem?"

"I'm a official okay, I'll deal with this" the official said.

"Are you sure..? Can she pay for the plane ticket?"

My eyes widened. Had he overheard? Oh god this is embarressing..

"Look, young man," the official said. "What's your name? Do you work here?"

"My name is Edward Cullen. No, I don't work here" Edward replied. "If she can't pay for it, I will."

"Mister Cullen, the fare isn't mine to keep. It isn't this airports money. It's money she owes to Forks Airport. Paying me isn't going to hel--"

Edward pushed the official to the wall and pinned him there as he dug into the officials black jacket. "Hey! Hey! What the hell Se- Secur--" Edward pulled out something orange, it was my wallet.

I was in shock. The official then casually walked-in a fast pace- away. I looked back up at my savior, and my jaw dropped.

He was absolutely the most handsome man I had ever seen in my life. He had bronze hair, messy, but surprisingly it looked tidy. His skin was entirely pale and clear, the only discoloration was the dark circles underneath his eyes. Each structure of his face was placed perfectly on his face, as if god had the help of leonardo, micheal angelo..

"You should be okay now" he said, interupting my observances.

I shook my head, I realized that he must have noticed my eyes darting around his flawless face for the past few seconds.

"Um.. Yeah. Yeah.. I.." I looked into my wallet to check if everything was there. I was missing something. "... Oh god"

"What is it?" he asked. He seemed really wanting to know.

"I.." I shook my head and my eyes began to turn hot. "My money's gone."

"Oh no."

"Oh god.. I can't believe this..."

"Ugh.. He must have taken it.." His eyes darted, then looked back at me. "Oh don't cry.. Listen, we'll pick up your luggage, and then you and I will ride to a motel or something, I'll pay for it."

"Ugh! Pervert" I slapped his chest, it was icy cold. "I've had enough today" I began to walk away.

"No, no I mean.." he raced up and grabbed me by the shoulder. "I mean, I'll pay for a single bed."

"Ugh!!!"

"Oh, no no no! I mean, the rooms only for you."

"You can't do that."

"Oh, it's no problem it's no problem. You just have to trust me and let me drive you there."

I thought for a moment. Driving in a car with a complete stranger.. Murder alert. I looked up at him to tell him my denial but then I noticed.. His eyes. They were golden. The most.. Unusual.. And conforting color.. I've never seen anything like it. "I.. Um.. Okay."

We got out to the parking lot. He walked over and entered a silver car. Then he gestured for me to get in. I walked towards the car. It was a beautiful car. It looked like it probrably cost over 100 thousand dollars.

I got in the car. He stared the car. What did I get myself into..