Hello. Now this isn't my first time on Fanfiction, but this is my first Twilight fan story. So if you would please try not to flame too much it is much appreciated. I love these books as much as the next crazed fan, and I hope this story will be an up to change one.

I'm not one for Prologues so I'm just going to skip that.

Enjoy.

Disclaimer; I do not own Twilight or any of the characters from the book.

Chapter 1; Uh Oh and Meeting Your Very Own Reaper.

It's been three months in this little town. Three months! And I still cannot get use to all the green, rain, and people. Oh, don't even get me started on my theories on what they feed the people here. It's like they've never seen an outsider! All except Angela, she's like an angel on earth.

I'm sorry for not introducing myself earlier, my name is Isabella Swan. But do please call me Bella. I've banished myself to the dreary little town of Forks, Washington. It rains so much here that I'm surprised we haven't all drowned yet. Reason why I moved here is because I decided to leave my mother to have fun with her new husband and live with my father, who is the chief of police in Forks. He was pleasantly surprised when I made the choice to move, I've never been one to hide my dislike of this dreary town.

I'm just a regular girl. Nothing is unique or special about me. I'm a junior in high school, seventeen years of age. I'm a little on the short side at about 5'2". I have plain brown hair, and equal plain brown eyes. But I am very pale, which actually fits in well with this sunless town. I'm just me.

"Bells? You Home?" That was Charlie, said father from above. I can hear him shaking off his coat and boots, plopping down in his recliner.

"Yeah," who else would be in the house? "I'll be down in a second." I scream back.

I'm so glad that today was a half day in school on account of all the snow. For some reason I attracted the creepy people in the whole town. The overly helpful Mike and Tyler, the gossip Jessica, and the snot Lauren. But I'm thankful for the normal Angela. She at least treats me like a person instead of a puppy.

Finally finishing my homework I stand up and stretch the stiffness out of my body. Looking around for anything to occupy myself with I find nothing. Probably should start dinner now though. Walking down the stairs I manage to trip on the last step and go sprawling across the rug in front of the door.

"Ugh"

"Bella? You alright?" Charlie asks with concern, yet strangely not getting up from his seat.

"Yup, just another fall." I answer as I stand and wipe my hands on my jeans. I probably should have mentioned I am one of the biggest klutzes out there. I can walk across a clean flat floor yet still fall.

"Please be more careful. Don't want you to end up in the ER again." Charlie laughs it off and relaxes back into his baseball game.

"Hey dad?" I call.

"Yeah." He's absorbed into the game.

"What do you want tonight? Chicken or something else?"

"That's fine." He's still absorbed. I sigh and get to work. Idly working my way through the small kitchen. To waste time until dinner is done. Once done I set a plate in front of Charlie, kiss his forehead good night, and retire back up to my room, not hungry at all.

Falling asleep that night I had no idea this would be the last time I would be able to sleep, well still alive.

Waking up I set myself into the normal routine. Get up, fall, clean myself up in bathroom, dress, eat breakfast, and go to school. The snow was lighter today as I sloshed through it to my beat up red truck, welcoming present from Charlie. The drive to there I took my time to avoid accidents. Pulling up to a spot near the middle of the parking lot. Slinging my backpack over my one shoulder I started my track to the school. Walking with my head down and hood up, watching my feet crunch into the already melting snow from the day before. 15 feet from the picnic benches I heard my name being called. Curious I looked up and saw Angela reserving one of the tables with her books already on the top. Smiling I waved to show her I saw her.

Angela and I were supposed to study for a biology test before school. But that's not what happened. While walking across the biggest stretch of blacktop I heard a screeching noise and looked to my left quickly, thus shifting the weight of all my books in my bag with my body, causing my body to be thrown off balance and throwing my to the ground. Looking up I found the noise to be Tyler's van coming straight at me. I found out later that he hit a patch of black ice.

Before anyone could react, time seemed like it was going in slow motion. I saw Angela's horrified face going from the van to my body on the ground, Tyler's face of shock as he saw me in his way, and my books all over the ground next to me.

Then I, Bella Swan, got turned into road kill.

And I'm completely serious that the pain I felt was the worst I've ever felt in my entire life. It was like getting repeatedly slammed with a sledgehammer all over your body until you wish for death. Then the pain stopped and I found myself a couple feet away standing next to Angela, who wasn't moving. In fact when I looked around no one was moving, not even Tyler's van.

That lasted about a millisecond before time started up again. Tyler's van hit the curb and flipped over. Then people started screaming both his and my names.

Angela next to me jumped up and started to cry and run to where I was.

"Bella?! Bella!" She ran to a body on the road. A student was laying there, her hair in her face. I ran beside Angela.

"Angela, I'm right here. Angela!" she didn't respond, just was huddled with a crowd of other people hysterically crying and trying to reach the body. When I tried to touch her shoulder my hand went right through like she wasn't there, or I wasn't there. Gasping I fell backwards and crab walked my way through people and out of the crowd.

Another crowd was pulling Tyler out of his van, his face already bruised and bloody. His eyes wide and searching all over until they strayed to the other crowd.

"Bella! I'm so sorry Bella!" he kept crying. I didn't understand until an ambulance and police came. Charlie was being held back and was also crying. I've never seen him cry before and wondered what could have made him cry. Until a gurney loaded up the body of the student did I get a good look at her face.

It was me.

If I could have fainted I would have. But instead I stood stock still while a bunch of people ran through me like mice to the cheese. In this scenario my dead body being the cheese they chase after. I chuckled a little at the stupid concept.

"It's okay Bella, it's all going to be okay. You're just dreaming that's it! It's all just a dream" I muttered to myself as I walked through people back to my body. "Maybe, just maybe, if I lay in myself I'll wake up." I jumped onto the stretcher and lay through my dead body, but nothing happened.

"Damn it!" I screamed to myself. No one else could hear me anyway, so why not scream?

"Bella?" a voice I instantly recognized as Angela said looking down at my corpse. She apparently asked to have a second for goodbyes. I was pissed that they didn't try hard enough to resuscitate me. Why shouldn't I be pissed? I'm not ready to die yet! I haven't been able to enjoy anything from life so far and then it's taken away.

"I'm so sorry, please forgive me. It's my entire stupid fault. If I hadn't suggested-" she cut off sobbing. I instantly felt regret. It wasn't Angela's fault.

"Shhh, Ang. I'm okay. Please don't cry. You were just trying to help me pass a test. You were trying to help. Shhh…" I placed my hand right above her shoulder. I wanted to hug her so badly. She was a true friend and doesn't deserve this kind of guilt. I wanted her to know it wasn't her fault at all.

I carefully placed my arms around her as to try and hug her without going through her. She stilled for a moment, as if she felt me hugging her. And turned her head and stared straight into my eyes. I was beyond surprised, and apparently so was she. It felt like time stood still.

"Bella?" she whispered.

"Ang?" I asked back quietly.

"Am I delusional?" she asked with wide eyes. If it weren't for my being dead I would've laughed.

"No, I don't think so…I just want you to know that any of this is your fault. Please don't blame yourself" I don't know what came over me. But I felt as if I was losing time. As if she wouldn't be able to hear or see me again soon.

"Thank you." She said simply and smiled at me. She apparently knew this wouldn't last either.

"Angela! Angela!" A voice called form the crowd and Angela looked around wildly, as if she couldn't see me anymore. She shook her head and looked back at Ben Cheney who was the one that was calling her. As she took one last sad glance back at my body and made her way into his arms sobbing. For some reason I smiled, Angela was going to be okay.

For the rest of the day I sat in my bedroom on my bed just looking around. After crying for about an hour I decided I've come to terms with what happened. It's no use crying over spilt milk. Nothing will change what happened. So here I sat bored.

What am I suppose to do now? I guess I have forever, but I'm bored already

Even after thinking for random things to do I couldn't do anything. My hands went right through things I tried to do, like cooking or cleaning. I was so bored of myself. Charlie was being taken care of by his fishing buddy Billy Black and his son Jacob. But I couldn't go see him. It would break my heart to see him so broken.

Instead I decided to go into the homes of people who I use to talk to. The first one was a mistake.

As I walked through the door of Jessica Stanley's home I heard her and her mother fighting.

"What is the matter with you?! Your friend just died and you want to go see a movie with a boy you met over the internet. You're acting like nothing happened!" Her mother was in tears in the kitchen, leaning heavily against the island in the middle of the room. Jessica just sat at the table staring at her like she was crazy.

"Is that why you won't let me go? Because that bitch died?!" I was stunned. I thought Jessica would at least feel something about my death. I was wrong. "She always took everything I wanted away! And now she's doing it after death! I'm not going to stand for this a minute longer! I'm glad she died!" at that it felt like my heart was breaking. Why would someone be like this? "There I said it! I'm not going to be like the rest of you mopping people and go around saying 'why her?' she deserved it! She was a stuck up bitch!"

Her mother looked murderous after Jessica ended. She stepped toward her and slapped her hard across the face. Jessica was struck stupid by this.

"Don't you ever say that again. That girl was an angel, she always helped people without asking for anything! She even helped me with things around the house when you were to busy whoring yourself around! So don't you ever say a bad thing about that sweet child or else, and I swear to god, I'm shipping you to your grandparents. I can't even look at you right now." With that she stocked out of the room and slamming the front door shut as she raced out of the house. I couldn't be here anymore, I had to get out.

As I walked out of the house I heard Jessica scream, "I'm right! She deserved it!" I started sobbing. I couldn't shed a tear though.

Try as I might, every time I cried no tears came. Even when I was at my house.

The next house I tried was Mike Newton's. I don't even know why but I walked into it. He was in his room holding a clump of hair, petting it, and smelling it crying. He kept muttering my name.

At my second glance at the hair it was the same exact shade my hair was. And then it clicked, that was my hair. This freaky kid stole my hairbrush! It went missing from my gym bag a couple weeks ago but I thought I lost it somewhere. Eww. I shuddered and quickly ran out of there. This whole dying thing is making me see people for who they really were.

I didn't go into another house, afraid of how others were acting. Instead I went wandering out onto the town limits. As I slowly walked down the main highway I noticed a break in the trees. Being curious I went down it and followed the trail. About a mile down the trees started to break and I was standing in front of a beautiful old house.

It was three stories tall. With a wraparound porch going around the entire house. It had vines covering most of the front. The door was barely hanging on and some windows were busted out. But none of that mattered. It was beautiful. How come no one knew this house was here?

As I tried to walk through the door it hit me, sending me back onto my butt.

"What the hell?" I asked standing back up brushing myself off. I reached out to touch it. And I felt the old wood under my hands, like I was alive again. I gently opened the door and entered. The entire room was gigantic, and covered in dust. I sat down on the couch and felt it. When I sat on my bed it felt as if I was hovering, but this, this couch actually felt there.

A noise from the left side of the room alerted me to a grand stairway there. I felt foolish for not noticing it before. But then the sound happened again, it sounded like thunder was coming from the bottom step. I curiously stood and walked closer. Something or someone was starting to appear out of thin air on the bottom step. Then quickly he stepped away from the stair and into the room. I gasp at him.

Saying he was beautiful would be an insult. He looked to be around his late twenties, with gold hair that reminded me of an angel, and face that looked to be that of a god. He looked around the room until his eyes fell on me. He smiled slightly.

"Isabella?" he asked, sounding sort of surprised. His voice was musical and unworldly. He had a small trace of an English accent too.

"Yes? How do you know my name?" him knowing my name stunned me for a second, it was freaky.

"Shoot, I was late. Oh well." He muttered to himself before remembering I was in the room. He glided over to the couch and sat, tapping the seat next to him. I slowly sat turning towards him.

"First of all, I'm Carlisle. And Second of all, you're dead." He started before I cut him off.

"I know." He whipped his head toward me in surprise again.

"You know?" he questioned slowly.

"Of course I know, it wasn't that hard to figure out. And please call me Bella." I said, talking like I was talking to a little child. He burst out laughing while I sat there confused. He turned his attention to me again and smiled sheepishly once he quieted down.

"I apologize, normally the new ones are in denial. You caught me by surprise. If I may ask, why aren't you in denial?" he seemed very curious. Like a child wanting to know what was in a present before opening it. I smiled at him warmly.

"It takes up too much time. Rather get over the initial shock and go on with life, or should I say after life, right? Not much of a point in getting upset over something I can't change." I said logically.

"You sound much older than you are. You know that? But at least you're saving me time." He started with a smile and I waved my hand at him to continue, earning a chuckle.

"I'm someone who big guns upstairs send to take new deaths to the after life. Right now you aren't in any place but I guess a middle world, if you may. It usually starts off this way, unless they've committed too many crimes and aren't sorry for anything. True evils always go straight to hell. But good ones, like you, stay in the middle world until one of us goes and gets them. We usually go right when they die, but you surprised everyone, even Him." I didn't ask who 'Him' was. He continued once again.

"You, Miss Swan, were supposed to die good and old. But, with your…" he trailed off trying to find a word.

"Clumsiness?" I ventured to him. He laughed once again.

"Yes, I guess your clumsiness cut your life very small, and for that I'm sorry." Carlisle said sincerely. Then he looked at me like I might have a panic attack or a breakdown.

"Nonsense, it wasn't your fault." I laughed and hit him playfully on the arm. He was easy to get along with. Carlisle sent me a small smile looking relieved.

"True as that might seem to you I was in charge of your well being, so I must insist on taking on the guilt." He hung his head staring at the floor with a pained face. It was the saddest thing I've ever seen.

"Don't" I said sternly. He looked up in surprise.

"But it's my fault you won't grow old and have kids. It's my fault that you won't get to travel and see the world." Carlisle I guess is someone who takes these kinds of things to the extreme. But I will not have someone get upset over something that I truly believe was my fault.

"You're forgiven then. I don't want you to take on any guilt or uneasiness. And if you insist on it then I will keep forgiving you until you accept it, is that clear?" I felt like a mother. I laughed on the inside at that thought but kept my face stern.

"Thank you then, I accept. But you must know you're too forgiving." Carlisle smiled then gave me a one armed hug. And for the first time I didn't feel awkward like I did when other people use to hug me.

"It's all in the past, but please explain everything you can. Where do I go? What do I do?" I was anxious and excited all at once. What was heaven like? I've never given that a thought before. I never expected to die so young.

"Thank you again, you have no idea how much this means to me. But you have made a point, I must explain what will happen. I will escort you into the afterlife, after that I will take you to the hotel where you will get started on what you will do. The after life to explain it, is like this world only everyone who is there is dead. All the cities are the same, all the towns and shops, and all the houses. Right now you are in a house that only the dead can see. It is the portal into the after life in this town, there is one in each town or city.

I am the one who in charge of taking the dead here and escorting them into the after life. And I must say I was surprised to see you sitting here." He laughed after saying that part, even I cracked a smile. "You are the first one to ever find a portal house on your own, in fact you are the first one to die before you're supposed to. Even suicide cases are written down before they are committed.

But after I take you to the hotel, you have the option to do whatever you want. You can get a job, go out, even eat, but I'm sad to say you will never age, even if that is what you want. But right now you do look older than a seventeen year old girl, if someone asked me I'd say you could pass for nineteen or twenty" he caught my confused expression.

"It's because your face is so beautiful." He said without thinking. I was beyond embarrassed. I was plain, nothing about me was beautiful or unique.

"Oh I'm sorry it's just that when you die each sin you've made take away from someone's outer appearance while good things add to it, and from your file you've never even came close to committing a sin. It's not like you weren't beautiful when you were alive, in fact you were. But for your record it was astounding to say the least, only few of us have never committed a sin, and you actually got bonus points when you self sacrificed yourself for your mothers happiness. He was very pleased with you.

Now, He creates people evenly, but people pave their own way on where their lives take them. Even if they are not religious, it doesn't matter. As long as you've lead a life where you do many good things you'll get into the after life. We don't usually call it heaven or any other silly name like that, just the after life. We like to think of it as a new start to being happy and staying happy." I guess he was very happy, his smile as he talked brightened the room.

"Excuse me, but may I ask you a question?" I didn't want to interrupt his explaining, but I needed to know where I was suppose to go after this supposed 'hotel'

"Of course, I imagine you have many questions." Carlisle looked like he was expecting this.

"Nope, only one question. But…where do I go after the hotel?" I was sort of sad to not see Carlisle again. He was like a father figure that you saw on television.

"Oh. You can go anywhere you want in the after world. Different state if you want, or even different country." He seemed sad. I didn't want to see this angel sad.

"I'm sorry." I apologized.

"For what?" he seemed astounded.

"You looked sad, I didn't mean to make you upset. I'm sorry." I apologized again. Carlisle laughed and hugged me again.

"Please don't apologize, it's just I wanted to ask you something." He seemed anxious now.

"Yes?" I pressed, wondering what he wanted to know.

"It's just that…well after you finish sorting out what you wanted to do, I was hoping that you would consider living with me and my family. Or at least visiting every once in a while, you are very enjoyable to have around and I know my family would be quite taken with you as well." Carlisle said in a rush.

"If I'm welcome then I'll gladly accept." I beamed at him. "But why do you keep saying family? I don't mean to be rude but did they die with you as well?" I ended sadly.

"Oh no, in my real life I never had a wife or child. But in the after life it seems like I got all that and more. My wife Esme and I met when I was taking a new soul in, in fact he's actually one of my children now. But that's another story I'll tell you sometime. But Esme and I met and it was like love at first sight. When I saw her it was like there was no one else there in the world but her. And I was such a fool when she said hello, I stuttered and was embarrassed beyond anything." Carlisle chuckled at the memory.

"In fact she was the one to ask me out on the first date. And it all fell into place from there. We got married and she moved in with me too."

"That's a very lovely story" I commented quietly, I wish I had the kind of love he had.

"Are you sure you're from this era?" he laughed.

"I'm sure, sorry, sometimes I believe I was actually born in the wrong time period." I laughed lightly.

"Oh no it's nothing to be sorry about, all the deaths from this time period speak so…I can't even place the language. It's so different from when I was alive. It's very relaxing to be able to speak proper English with someone so young" He smiled warmly at me, I couldn't help but smile back.

"So, tell me about your family. If they are as nice as you I'd love to meet them."

"Oh yes, my family. Well I was escorting Edward into the hotel, I had to fill in for another guide, from Chicago. He was nothing like the other souls I've met before, very intellectual and very musical. We were talking for a good three days before I took him into the after world" Carlisle chuckled again at a memory.

"He was like the son I'd never had the chance to have. And I guess he liked me as well, because I offered him to live with me and he accepted.

"Then there is Emmett, don't be fooled by his size he's a very sweet young boy on the inside. But he does tend to intimidate others by his appearance. He's quite tall and muscular. But he is like a child sometimes, always playing pranks and looking for a good laugh. He and his wife were brought home by Edward. You see, Esme and I forced him to go out and interact with others, Edward is I guess you can say a loner. Always was.

"But again Esme and I forced him to go to this dance everyone was attending. And Emmet was the first one he met, well actually Emmet decided to pick him up in one of his infamous 'bear hugs' later to explain that it was because Edward looked lonely." Carlisle started cracking up. "I witnessed the whole thing, But Edwards face was priceless when he was suddenly lifted off the ground and was in the arms of a stranger.

"It was Emmett's wife, Rosalie who was the one to smack Emmett on the back of the head and yell at him to put Edward down. Esme and I had a field day teasing Edward about that hug. But when we talked to the two we realized that they were two new deaths and they met and were residing still in a hotel. We invited them to stay and we are blessed to have them with us, they are too my and Esme's children as is Edward.

"But Alice and her Husband Jasper came straight to our house. We were surprised when young Alice called us all by name and asked which room was hers." Carlisle laughed heartily again. "Oh! I must've forgotten to tell you, sometimes when you die you take on your greatest traits from when you were living.

"You see, Edward was always good at knowing what people were thinking when he was human so now he can literally read minds.

"Esme was always very loving living, now she spreads that to others.

"Alice can't remember her life when she was living, it's very sad, but she sees into the future, I guess she's our very own psychic.

"Jasper could persuade easily, so now he can feel and control others feelings.

"Emmett as I said before his image is very muscular, his strength was carried onto the after life.

"Then finally Rosalie, her beauty is one of the things that was most obvious in her live, so she may be even more intimidating than Emmett." He laughed

"What about you?" I asked curiously.

"Me? oh, well I've never thought about that before. I guess you could say that my compassion to help others was carried on. I see myself as an honest hard working type of guy. Plus I started getting into medical journals lately and" he cut off looking at me sheepishly.

"Why'd you stop?" I inquired.

"It's just that I'm prattling on about useless stuff." He seemed embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, it's actually very interesting. I'm hoping we could talk more about this later. But back to priorities, would you please escort me into the after life?" I asked standing up and offering him my hand. He laughed heartily and grabbed it pulling himself up and guiding me over to the staircase.

"That's another first, usually I'm the one who has to ask."

"Perfectly understandable. But I think we might as get this over with." I laughed and we both stood on the bottom step of the huge stairway.

"You may want to close your eyes, first time travelers usually get motion sickness" before I could ask another question he grabbed my hand and I quickly squeezed my eyes shut.

It felt like my whole body was being flattened out I tried to open my eyes but could only see darkness. I realized my eyes were open after fluttering them a couple times. It felt like I was actually road kill for a minute. My feet felt miles away while my stomach and right arm felt like they were a couple feet to my left. My eyes felt like they were separated and I couldn't even point out my nose if I even wanted to.

Then everything started getting a little clearer. A bit fuzzy but growing clearer each second. It felt like what happened to Carlisle when he started to fade into the room before. I still couldn't move when I felt a hand on my back pushing me swiftly back into the world. I landed on my knees and started to cough badly. Carlisle was on one knee next to me patting my back trying to help.

"Thanks" I managed to croak out.

"It's alright, but if we don't want to catch the late crowds we better start moving." He stood and offered me a hand. He squeezed gently and began pulling me to the side. I finally looked around at my surroundings. We were on a hill looking over a busy city.

"Carlisle? Where are we?" I asked unsure which city this would be.

"This," he pulled his hand out of mine and swept both across the air in front of him in a grand gesture. "Is the part of the after world modeled after Seattle." He turned around and faced me smiling.

"Great." I said grimily. I wasn't one for cities. Hearing my sarcasm he laughed heartily again.

Well at least I'm in heaven, what bad can happen?

Don't cradle, I want legitimate sets!