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My name is Isabella Swan. I am twenty two years old. I am a demon hunter... I think. And this is my story.

"Bells, you gotta wake up." He whispered, his head resting on my hand. I felt the wetness there. He was crying. My heart aches for him. "Baby, I'm sorry. I should have protected you. I should've..."

I wanted to hold his hand. I wanted to open my eyes and wipe away his tears. To hold him.

"Bella," He sobbed. I couldn't move. Why couldn't I move? Every muscle in my body felt tense as I tried to left myself. My eyes felt glued shut. Why couldn't I move? "I need you to wake up." His lips pressed against my fingers. I wanted to cry for him. Why couldn't I open my eyes? "I have nothing, if you dont wake up. I need you, your everything to me!" His sobs worsen, he can barely catch his breath. My heart constricts at his words, I need him too. I can feel it. "God dammit, Bella! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"

"Bella!" My roommates hushed whispered woke me from my dream. It was the same dream I had had for the last 5 months. "Bella, please wake up!" It was still dark when I opened my eyes.

"What is it?" I grumbled, trying to push her away so she would stop shaking me, but instead of moving away, she put her hand over my mouth.

"Shh!" When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I looked at her face. She was terrified. I nodded my head and she removed her hand.

"What is going on?" I whispered, thinking about how shocked she would be if I pulled the pocket knife out from under my pillow.

"They're following me!" She cried hysterically. I hugged her to calm her down, but her breathing was way too fast. She was having a full blown panic attack.

"I need you to calm down, sweetie." I whispered. "I need you to breathe slowly, and tell me what is going on."

"They're outside!" She sobbed. I jumped off the bed and ran to my window, moving the curtain the tiniest bit to see outside. "No!" I turned to look at her. "If they know I saw them, they will kill me!"

"Do you know who they are?" I asked, wondering who could have scared her this much.

"No, they have been following me for days now! I didnt think anything about it, until tonight. One of them said my name! Then I saw his face!" A whole new round of tears came.

"What did he look like?" I asked, but she just stared at me, her eyes begging me not to make her tell me.

We both jumped then, when there was a loud knock at the door. I put on my sweater over my sleepwear and went to answer it.

"Don't answer the door, Bella! Please!" I felt so bad for her, but if someone was scaring her like this, they deserved a piece of my mind Tormenting someone for fun is sick.

I carried on walking, the only sound in the dark apartment were her sobs. I opened the door slowly, leaving the chain on.

There was a man standing outside my door, tapping his foot. I was shocked to see his face, he was beautiful. I was expecting something horrifying. But i knew that beautiful people weren't all exactly human. Or good.

"Can I help you?" I asked, trying to sound brave. Confident.

"Yes, actually." He smiled, looking scarily familiar. "Let me in."

"I don't think so." I sneered and pushed the door, only to be stopped by a strong hand. Still, I slammed my body into the door and it shut with a bang. Locking it I turned to find Jo.

"Bella, we need to get out of here." Jo shouted from the doorway of my bedroom.

"How do you suggest we do that? Jump out of the window? We are on the seventh floor."

"I'm willing to risk it!" She screamed.

"Don't be-" I was cut off by the door slamming open. I spun to face the man in the doorway. He looked pissed. Jo screamed. A lot. I probably should have ran. A stranger breaking into my apartment should have scared me. But it didn't. I knew why he was here. I knew it was time. The confusing thing was, I had no idea what was going on.

"It's time to go, Isabella." He ordered.

"You can't just expect me to pack up and leave." I challenged.

"Bella, you know this man?" Jo whispered, probably because she had screamed too much to speak.

"No."

"Ouch," The man put his hand on his chest, over his heart. "That hurts." He said with a mocking smirk on his face.

"Just leave!" I knew something bad was happening. I needed this man out of my life. He was dangerous.

"They're coming back for you. Bells." I hadn't heard that name in years. Not since... Oh no. Tears sprung to my eyes, my chest almost burst with the consistant pounding. I could feel my head begin to shake.

"You're dead."

3 Months later.

I sat at the table, reading about a bunch of stuff that made no sense. Demons? What the hell? For the past twelve weeks, Bobby, my apparent uncle, has had me reading book after book about demons, spirits, witches, you name it, I have read about it. A part of me knew some of the stuff I read was true. But that part of me must be crazy. I was partly insane. Which was okay. It reminds me that he was real.

Edward Cullen.

He was the most amazing guy I had ever met. The only problem? He was a vampire. Which meant he wouldn't touch me. I mean, he would kiss me, hold me and sleep in the bed with me, but that was it. Edward and his family live on animals blood, so they dont hurt humans. And I love him. That was why I was hurting so much. He left me about three days before I was brought here.

He wanted me to wait, to 'save my virtue' till we were married. Which I never agreed to. It wasn't that I was against marriage, but I just wasn't ready to get engaged at such a young age. Edward's argument was that he was already past the age of being married and he wanted to settle down. He wanted to change me and we could be together forever. The only downside would be that I could forget my entire past, but luckily for me, that had already happened. I had no family until I came to Bobby. But I said no anyway. I just wanted to be young. I wanted him to understand. Instead he told me he didn't want me anymore. I wonder if that was why he never came looking? Because he genuinly didn't love me. He said vampires are easily distracted. He could have found someone else and settled with her. The very thought of him being with someone else hurt my chest.

Willing away the tears, I slammed this stupid book shut and sighed.

"Bella, you had better still be readin' them books!" Bobby shouted in from the other room. I rolled my eyes.

"Or what?" I shouted back. I was tired of this constant bickering. Bobby clearly didn't like me. He would never stay in the same room with me for longer then five minutes. Between his very hushed phonecalls and our arguements, Bobby didn't speak, which made me think that he was used to being alone.

"Good point..." He mumbled, not quiet enough to get past my ears. I smiled in victory and walked through to the kitchen. I leant against the doorframe and folded my arms, waiting for him to notice me. When he finally turned around, I raised my eyebrow.

"Don't pull that face with me, girly!"

"I just want to go back home. Please!" I begged. The first four times I had tried to escape, he locked me inside some kind of panic room downstairs, in the basement. To say Bobby was paranoid was an understatement. The whole room is covered with demon traps and surrounded by counter spells. He always has his head in one of his demon books. I was beginning to think he was insane. Must be where I get it from.

"This is home." He murmured sadly, refusing to look at me.

"Look, you don't even like-" I was cut off by the phone ringing. Bobby lifted his hand to me and answered. I rolled me eyes and turned away.

"No! Ya can't come here!" He shouted down the phone. I heard a car pull up outside and Bobby threw the phone to the floor. "Bella, upstairs!"

"What?" I asked, confused. I am sure he thought I was thirteen, not twenty two.

"Up-"

"Bobby!" I heard a man's voice shout from the front door. I went to walk through to see who it was, but Bobby grabbed my arm.

"Bella, I need you to go straight up to your room. Please, he is not ready for this yet!"

"Who isn't ready for what?" His face was so serious, I almost gave into him. Until I heard another man speak.

"Who's the chick?" His voice was right behind me. I jumped and spun around to face him.

He was gorgeous. He had short brown hair, a broad chest and incredible eyes. But it was his mouth that caught my attention, that sexy smirk he was throwing my way. But it soon faded. His eyes grew soft and there was a look of longing in them, but that changed almost as fast as the smirk. His eyes got angry, he set his jaw and he glared at both me and Bobby. I was confused.

"Are you kidding me?" He shouted. Bobby began to speak but I never understood any of what he was saying. I was too busy wondering why the hell people always glared at me when they first met me. Edward did the same. I closed my eyes tight, willing the thoughts of him away. When I opened my eyes, I noticed three men staring at me.

"When did she wake up?" The guy asked.

"Dean, it's complicated." Bobby reasoned.

"Uncomplicate it!" He shouted, then he looked at me. His eyes softened and he stepped towards me. I took a step back, not knowing what to expect from this stranger. "Bells?" He whispered, hurt.

"She doesn't remember you, Dean." Bobby mumbled. "She doesn't remember anythin'."

The second guy, tall, also broad with longer hair and dark eyes, stepped forward, his hand outstretched. "I'm Sam Winchester." I shook his hand and he smiled.

"How do you know Bobby?" I asked, looking at Dean, but speaking to Sam.

"So what, she remembers you, but not the rest of us?" Dean shot at Bobby. "Awesome." He huffed then walked out the room, mumbling curse words to himself.

"Did I do something?" I asked, feeling like I had offended him in some way.

"He has mood swings. Just ignore him, I do." He answered and I was sure he was lying. His face was an open book.

Something was going on. I get dragged away from my home to some old mans house, who claims to be my uncle. He makes me read strange books and locks me up when I try to escape. He doesnt like me talking to any of the people who come by for a visit, which is not often. Then Sam and Dean show up, Bobby is pissed, Dean is acting like I shot his puppy and Sam is acting like he shot my puppy. I had been kidnapped.

"What's going on?" I asked, angrily.

"Bells, you're going with Sam and Dean-"

"Like hell she is!" Dean's shout came from the other room. "Babysitting is not in our job description." He spoke as he walked back into the room.

"Dean," Bobby tried to reason with him, but he wasn't listening.

"She is not coming." Blunt. To the point.

"Just like that?" Sam argued, his chest was moving fast, he was angry. "She knows what to do. Like you said before, it's like riding a bike. Dean, she forgot her life, but you can't forget instinct."

"You know i'm standing right here!" I shouted.

"Shut up." All three men said in unison. I huffed and sat down on the pink sofa. Who has a pink sofa?

The men continued to argue over me, make decisions for me. I wasn't even sure what the hell they did anyway, or where they were going. I just knew I didn't want to tag along. Edward always made decisions for me. Constantly making out like I was a piece of glass. Too fragile, like I could break any second if he said or did something wrong. He would never let me go anywhere alone. He was always with me. It was so hard to be without him, no matter how possesive he was. It hurt more knowing that he wasn't hurting the way I was. He didn't want me, so why would he be hurting?

"Bella?" Bobby's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "Go pack a bag."