A/N: Hi, everyone! I have a new story! It's called "Galeophobia" which means 'fear of sharks'.

I normally wouldn't try having two different stories going at the same time, but this has been floating around in my head for awhile, so I figured its about time to get it out.

I hope you like it.

I've always had a deep fascination with sharks, and have watched tons of movies and documentaries, and read lots of books about them, but I am by no means an expert. All I can promise, is to do my best with keeping things as real and factual as I can.

I'll try not to make things too gory or explicit.

So, here we go.

Summary: Bella Swan has always been afraid of sharks, but after witnessing a fatal attack involving a close friend, her fear became a severe phobia. Will a Shark Expert doing research on attacks, be able to help her overcome it? AH. Rated M. BPOV only. BxE.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.

Galeophobia

Chapter 1

March 1, 2013

It was half past noon and I was keeping busy with my task of pushing a cart full of books around the Fork's Library, putting them away.

It was one of the few things I enjoyed doing. It was relaxing.

Push. Stop. Shelve. Repeat.

It's a simple task, and yet every time I did it, I took a risk.

A risk of having a terrible panic attack, because a certain kind of book forgot to be removed from the cart before my arrival to work, or it was accidentally missed.

The type of book I'm talking about, is anything that has to do with... sharks.

I shudder a little. Even thinking the word causes my chest to tighten in fear.

Ever since I was a small child, I've been afraid of sharks, but it wasn't an unhealthy kind of fear. It was the kind where you were aware of the danger, and thought about it for a second, and then you continued on with your life.

But all of that changed last year.

I continued putting books back in their rightful places to keep the memories of that day at bay.

I was almost done when it happened.

There were a couple of books about whales that needed to be put back, but in order to get to where they go, I had to walk past the section I dreaded to be anywhere near.

Whenever I had to walk past those books, I closed my eyes to walk the few feet to my destination.

As I did so, I failed to see a man carrying an armful of books round the corner and walk towards me, not paying attention to his surroundings.

When I bumped into him, my eyes flew open, and I heard his books fall to the floor.

"Sorry!" he said quickly. "I wasn't paying attention. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. What about you? Are you okay? It was my fault. I had my eyes closed, and I didn't see you there," I rambled. I started to apologize as I bent over to help him pick up his books, but the words died on my tongue as I saw what kind of books he had.

Shark books.

The image on the first one I saw sent chills down my spine. My hands began to shake and it got hard to breathe. Blood started pounding in my ears, and I could hear the man speaking, but I couldn't make out the words.

I got really dizzy, and I could feel myself begin to fall.

But the impact of the ground never came.

The last thing I felt and saw as I passed out, were strong arms wrapping around me, stopping my fall, and a pair of unfamiliar eyes as green as the forests of Forks.

A/N: So what do you think? Should I continue with this story or not?

If I do, I'm not going to have an update schedule since I'm currently working on another story right now, too.

See you soon! :)