Chapter 1

After telling my mother that I was fine with living with Charlie, I was finally on my long journey to my origins. My Dad's Charlie, Chief of Police and everyone knew our family. My Mom Renee remarried to Phil after their divorce.

My relationship with Charlies was okay. Were were roommates and he was the friend with paternal instincts. I knew what to expect, it was school that I dreaded. School in general really, it was boring and my life was already dull. It killed me.

It was weird that these small town kids accepted me whole-heartedly into their circle of friends right away. Some of the girls only did it to use the fascination of the townsfolk to stroke their egos, I wasn't stupid.

They chattered on, I only half-listened eating my green apple.

But I think I would have noticed them even if I was intergrated in the conversation.

"The Cullens," Jessica said disinteresetedly.

"Muat?" I said around my bite. She lifted her eyebrows towards them and I turned only to turn back when the one that caught my eye was looking back at me.

I had never seen such bright, white skin and hair that seemed do light. And it was red!

"It's okay to look, that's what they're here for."

"I still think everyone shouldn't." defended a timid girl, appropriately named Angela.

"I second that." I sad. Jessica seemed taken aback.

"Whatever. Looking and dresing like that, you're asking for it." she went back to trying to obtain Mike's full attention while Angela and I went back to nibbling our food in silence.

Perhaps by the will of fate, we were all in the same class. Angela and Ben sat at the other side of the room, Jessica and Lauren at the back, Mike and Tyler behind me. I was happy to be in this class; I worked my ass off and waited patiently to get it.

I looked up to see who casted the shadow on my notebook and it was him. He got into his seat fluidly and impossibly silent. He continued to look at me like he was studying me; I was an observer myself but I never full-on stared.

"H-hi I'm Bella," I held out my hand. He looked at it then back into my eyes.

"Edward," he said, nodding his head to me like in those 1800's movies.

I was given a new textbook and Biology went on. I couldn't be excited that my day was almost over, walking to my last class, because he followed me; his stare boroughing a hole in my back. I walked fast to the girls locker room, and he kept up easily. He continued forward, still looking infront of him without blinking as if I might dissappear the next second. But when I went into the staircase that went to the locker room, I saw him still walking, still not blinking. So maybe he wasn't looking at me but still, strange...

"Hey how was school," Dad said. It wasn't even a question anymore, I never had anything to say.

"Fine." That was it.

I ate, I showered and went to bed after sending Renee an email.

The next day was the same with staring, stalking, and short answers. As was the one after that, and the one after that…

Until one day he was…gone.

I looked around like a lost lamb without it's sheppard. I shook my head. It's ridiculous really...

I went into the backyard to read a classic while the potatoes were in the oven and the steaks marinating in the fridge. I couldn't read without wondering where he was. I closed my eyes hoping that I would shut him away, but when I opened them he was there.

His palms were at the sides of my head, his knees at the sides of my thighs. His face was too close for comfort; If I moved, our lips would touch. He deliberately blew into my face, causing me to close my eyes. God that smell...

I freaked out, he couldn't possibly be here right now?

"uh…" I stuttered. He observed my reaction.

"Edward?" Was he really here? He gave a timid smile. He was really here. I was going to ask what he was doing but first thing first:

"You're too close." I expected him to move, when he didn't my heart beat faster and stress sweat started to-

"I've only been gone for a few hours but I couldn't stay away for any longer…" My eyebrows scrunched together. To my horror he leaned in. I turned my head to avoid the unwanted kiss but he was aimming for my neck and I just made it easier for him.

He brushed his cheek against me, then his nose and lips. As if my heart wasn't already racing it accelerated and my breathing was just as labored.

My body's behavior seemed to affect him too; an odd sort of animalistic sound rumbled in the back of his throaht.

His nose skimmed my collar bone and down the middle of my chest towards the valley of my breasts. I could feels his cool breath; it sent me into overdrive.

My breaths came in gasps and my eyes were just about out of my eye sockets.

I heard the earth protest when his fingertips forced themselves into it. His breathing became erratic and he trembled like he was in a frenzy.

I started to fear the worst, I scream and flailed. He took my wirsts in one of his hands and covered my mouth with the other. My eyes bulged out of my skull in fear. I was still trying to get him off but he was much much stronger.

He chuckled sheepishly. Such light eyes...

"I'm sorry, it seems I am to be in constant control of my flower…you haven't a clue how heavenly you smell…" The old english cadence made the possessiveness of his words more terrifying.

"Mmmm!"

"Are you going to be quiet?" his eyes demanded a genuine promise. After a second he backed off and I immediately took my opportunity to high tail it to the house. He grabbed hold of my arm just as I was getting up.

"I give you my trust and this is what you do?!" I couldn't believe he was actually surprised. And that his gold eyes turned black. I screamed with the same force I was using to pull away.

"Don't touch me! This is private property and my dad is Chief of Police!" He pulled me onto my blanket and held my face to show me the rock in his hand.

"Do you see this?" he asked more calmly, his eyes turned back to it's gold color. I looked at him then at the rock, not seeing the connection.

"Imagine this was your father's bones," he gripped it in his palm. When he opened his hand, 'sand' fell from it. I jerked in his grasp, horrified but silent.

"You get the picture. I am a gentleman so when I ask you nicely the first time, I expect full obeience. Follow me down the road, do you think you can do that?"

I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go!

His eyes were gradually getting darker again.

"O-okay." He helped me up, chilvary isn't dead. Holding my hand and having his arm around me made us look like we were a couple and that there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Ahead I saw his car and my fate was confirmed.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Your blood is-perhaps we should wait for when we're alone." He guided me to the passenger door and opened it. I didn't want to go in.

"Bella…?"

"Why are you taking me far?" he sigh.

"I'll tell you but right now, do as I say." he pushed me hip and I lowered myself into the car.