A stranger in the night
The wind howled with the heavy scent of rain sweeping in. She had been awake all night. There was something wrong; she could feel it in her bones. Sitting up in bed, Bella Swan flung off her duvet, revealing her long pale alabaster legs and swung her legs off to the left side. As her feet touched the wooden floor, they were scolded by the sickening chill, which occurred from on of the too many chilly nights in the little town of Forks.
It was also one of the few nights when he was away hunting, and Bella was secretly glad that Edward could not see her so restless. No matter how much Bella pleaded, Edward took every little fault upon himself, as she was secretly pleased that he was not here contemplating a reason for her unrest. As she rose from her position on the side of the bed, Bella hastily put on her slippers and made her way across to her mother's rocking chair to retrieve her nightgown.
A sudden noise from the lower part of her house made her jump. Her breathing caught; and Bella began to worry whether it was a false alarm due to the wind, or if by minimal chance – and on the one night when he wasn't here; it was danger. 'No guesses with which one', Bella thought. Slowly she tiptoed to her door, quietly opening it, and poked her head through the gap she had made. Sighing with relief when there was nothing visible there, Bella made her way down her stairs and tripped on the last one.
She was sure she heard a bang as she landed, which was muffled by her own fall. 'My nerves are getting the better of me', she thought quietly. She shuffled along into the kitchen, hesitantly, and retrieved for herself a warm glass of milk which she hoped would help her sleep.
On her way back to her room, Bella crossed to the entrance of her small home, and with one last glance behind her, deadlocked the wooden door for what she prayed would be safety.