Well here it is! The first chapter of my first ever fan fiction.

DISCLAIMER:

Obviously the wonderful Stephanie Meyer owns all things Twilight.

Meaning that I don't own anything Twilight, if I did would I really be writing here?

First days are always hard. It's just an inevitable fact of life. Today was no exception to that law. From the moment I stepped into the hormone filled halls of Forks High School I knew that it was going to be hell. Hungry gazes followed me everywhere and I had yet to figure out why these people were so interested in me. I was approached by countless boys trying shamelessly to hit on me.

"Why don't you come over to my house later tonight and we can do something fun?"

"Hey baby, you new here? I'd be more than willing to show you all the big things this school has to offer."

Oh please! I thought to myself after each of these futile attempts at catching my attention. Seriously, it didn't make any sense. In Phoenix boys wouldn't give me a second glance, if they even gave me a first that is. But here? It was like they would grab at any excuse to get a second… third… fourth…. It never ended! I was happy to finally get back home after eight hours of stares ranging from curious to envious to just plain inappropriate.

I threw my bag down on the steps, too lazy to carry it upstairs with me. What did it matter? Its not like I had any homework anyways. Slamming my door behind me I flopped face first onto my bed, snatched up the closest pillow, buried my face in it and screamed. The bed springs screamed with me in protest of my unannounced attack. I laid in my bed thinking about the day. The people I met. The lessons that would take place this week. Anything to keep my mind off of him.

No. I wasn't going to go there. I wasn't going to think about the bronze haired boy who sat next to me in biology. Well that is if you could even call him a boy. God seemed like a more apt description for this Edward Cullen. Lastly I certainly wasn't going to think about his piercing onyx gaze and how it haunted me from behind closed eyelids. Shit. I went there and now there was no way to banish those thoughts out of my head. What didn't make sense was how he could hate me so much. What had I ever done to him? Questions like this kept playing over and over again in my mind. I lay there in my bed for hours pondering the situation I found myself in keeping my eyes closed so I could stare back at the eyes that watched me. It was then that I realized why I couldn't forget him, why I saw his eyes when I shut mine, and why he was the one person that I was genuinely interested in. I loved him. I loved him yet I knew absolutely nothing about him aside from the fact that he was adopted by Dr. Cullen and his wife. I couldn't even pinpoint the reason as to why I loved him. All I knew was that I did. This was sure as hell not going to end well.

It was then after I made this mental revelation that I heard it. If I had not been listening to the sounds of the house I would have missed it. The sound was nearly silent, like the sound of a cat when it prowls across carpeted floors. But I heard it all the same coming from the far corner of my room. From the window. It was a small creak that one would hear when a window in need of oil is opened. That sound caused me to open my eyes and jerk upright in my bed.

And there he was. The one that I had been spending all this time thinking of. Standing here, in the far corner of my room. I blinked, hoping to dispel the illusion that must be hanging over my eyes like a veil. But he was still there, staring at me with those hungry black eyes. Once more I blinked, keeping my eyes closed longer than really necessary and slowly opened my eyes. He was right in front of me now. So close that I could smell his heavenly sent with each trembling breath I took in. So close that I could feel the anger radiating off of him in waves.

Well that's not fair I thought to myself. He has no right to be angry. I should be angry; I mean he was the one to break into my room. However some little voice in the back of my mind told me that it wasn't anger at me. It was self hatred.

But then he leaned in even closer still. Angling his head in a way that would suggest that he was about to kiss me. My breath caught in my throat mid gasp. What the hell was happening here?

Then I saw the immediate change in his face. He had been mad, furious even. His eyes were narrowed and accusing, the rest of his face frozen in a slightly contorted position of anger. Then it was as if everything melted. His eyes widened and his face slid out of its stiff arrangement into a natural look of pure desperation. I could recognize that look anywhere after the years I spent raising Renée. It was a look she gave me when she was willing me to understand. Asking me for forgiveness. My heart broke looking at him like this. I couldn't stand to see this angel so sad, so helpless.

"It's ok. I understand," I murmured to him, staring deep into the onyx depths of his eyes. Tentatively, I reached out and stroked the side of his face as I spoke these words to him. He gazed back into my flat brown eyes and his red mouth parted as he began to speak.

"Bella… I'm so… sorry," he whispered back. His voice was a song, a symphony of bells and choir singers but a thousand times better still.

What for? I was about to ask when suddenly he lunged for me. His rose lips parting over his milky teeth. I felt it before I was even able to process his lightning movements. Those perfect teeth pierced the skin of my throat with ease and I could feel the sharp sting of the attack only milliseconds after it occurred. But then just as quickly as he had pounced, he was gone. Huddled in the corner of my room repeating over and over how sorry he was. How much he hated himself. How much he was such a disgusting monster who shouldn't be alive.

I yearned for nothing more than to comfort him and to tell him how wrong he was, that he was beautiful and I forgave him. But the second I opened my mouth to speak; the burning started.

A/N thank you so much for reading and I promise that there is more to come!

Reviews would be greatly appreciated!

~The-Little-Things-You-Do