A/N: Hey dudes and dudettes, I decided to try my hand at a Twilight fanfic. This idea just kinda popped into my head last night and I had to write it. I only wrote around 3 chapters but I will post two since the chapters seem a bit short and I hate when the stories I read are so darn short lol So I really, really hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, nada zilch from the books and movies. I just take a liking to some of their characters :-)

Chapter 1

"Aaaaaahhhhhh Fuuuuuccccckkkkk"

Bella startled dropped her loofah from her soap sud hand as the guttural wail resonated through the wall against her white shower tiles in the morning lit bathroom.

"I swear it's like they need to be neutered" Bella mumbles picking up the loofah the water rushing in her brunette hair only to drip to her feet.

Bella had been hearing the tenant's coital rituals for weeks now. The new tenants are quite vivacious Bella mused

Though she never seen them leave their apartment so she only heard the girls voice.

Light soft soprano voice. Reminded her of birds singing or wind chimes even. Well when she wasn't climaxing Bella thought.

Bella had been living in the apartment complex for two years now. She seen people come and go, but never sought out companionship with any other tenants. She being a loner and engrossed in her work being a painter. The tenants before the wailing woman and her boyfriend? that moved in next door had been quiet as mice. Bella would be lying if she wasn't intrigued now at these particular tenants. Her curiosity to see them interact, to put faces to the voices she heard when showering mostly.

"Oh yes…..harder, harder! Uuuhh….."

Bella turned to her tiles with perched eyebrows. She about had enough sexual frustration listening to this romp for the day so she rinsed out the hair conditioner and rinsed her tanned, toned body with the growing lukewarm water. She huffed stepping out the shower grabbing a towel off the rack as she walked into her bedroom. The discomfort in between her thighs was prominent now. She felt the sudden wetness and cursed herself with a sigh.

Her bed cover was black, the wooden frame and pillow cases matched. Her walls were covered tastefully in artwork that was colorful and elegant contemporary. She had candles with dry melted wax that hung in their brass holders atop her mahogany dresser adjacent her big bed. A bookshelf aligned the earth tone wall next to the bedrooms door that led to the living room. She didn't have a TV, she preferred to read. Her closet was filled with all kinds of clothes. Some girly some androgynous, different various overalls and painting clothes that were splattered and coated in dry paint that was staked and hung neatly from hangers and stored in white storage containers inside.

After drying off, letting her luscious tresses air dry with a small waves from root to base she turned her speakers on, and played trip hop music as she rummaged through overalls to work.

Putting a white tank top on after her black undergarments then the overalls, she walked through to her living room to get to her adjoined kitchen. She opened the refrigerator humming and hips swaying to the ethereal music reaching throughout her apartment. She poured a glass of orange juice and made herself a big bowl of cereal sitting down at the kitchen island to eat.

Bella let her mind drift to the mysterious tenants as she finished her bowl of cheerios putting the bowl and cup her dishwasher.

Hmmmmm maybe I should be friendly and introduce myself, formally welcome them to the complex. That seems harmless right? Yeah, that's exactly what I will do. Bella thought as she set up her workstation. Throwing a tarp on the wooden floor, setting an enormous canvas on the easel against the far wall. There was a variety of paint brushes, rags, water filled buckets and painting mediums around the table. The table was covered messily with acrylics and oil paint tubes bunched and toppling over other tubes.

She loved painting in a variety of different paints creating effects that danced across the canvas. This trademark made her work very marketable and sought out recently from galleries, the compensation from sold paintings allowed her to live comfortably. She was grateful to not be a clichéd starving artist like some of her old college buddies that still believed in their work enough to keep at their craft instead of getting a 9-5 job.

Hands resting on her hips she smiled at the blank canvas before her ready for the endless possibilities to pour forth from her soul. Putting her brunette locks in a messy ponytail that left wisps hanging vicariously over her hazel eyes she grabbed a brush covered in paint and let the music carry her into her center.