This is basically an idea I got from a dream, but I was Bella so I had to make up Danny (not that I'm complaining about walking in Bella's shoes, it was one of those 'Hi Edward' moments we all have). I'm writing in Danny's perceptive because I don't want to get yelled at for messing up what they thought Bella was like, so I solve this by writing in the view point of the girl I made up. Enjoy.

-Kleigh

So far Forks was OK. I didn't like the heat and seeing the sun wasn't going to be much of a problem here, so that's one win…. I guess.

I knew I was just too; well I kind of was in a weird state of shock. We hadn't moved in at least eight years. Before that we never even bothered to buy a house, we'd just move out in a year or so, we rented all of our houses. I always tried to pretend I didn't know the reasons for that serious change in lifestyle. I knew the reasons all to well why my dad decided at that moment to quit moving. I also knew they were the same reasons he decided to move now…

No matter how stubbornly he denied it.

Are you trying to depress yourself Danny? My common sense reminded me, "Right," I muttered looking around me, trying to memorize any landmarks, "Great green, green everywhere. I'll never figure my way around here."

That was how I realized I wasn't the only one who decided to take a walk one this especially soggy day. She was at least five years older than me so I couldn't really understand why she was walking. She had to have a car. She didn't seem to enjoy the rain very much either. She had on a raincoat with her hood pulled as far up as it could and her hands were thrust into the pocket in front of her plain black raincoat, it looked like she was pushing down on it.

Being twelve had never really bothered me very much, even though I'd always grown up around older kids. Something about her though the way she seemed to wish it was sunny and the way I walked, my hands at my sides hood down even though it was still raining a little. At least my bun was holding up. As if I didn't feel like a two-year-old already, the last thing I needed to worry about was trying to keep my bun in place.

A bun in the middle of my head looked professional, and more responsible on top of pretty. A bun sliding down my neck made me looked tired and over-worked. Like I just finished a five hour baby sitting job with a two-year-old little boy and three of his little friends.

When I caught up to her it occurred to me she most likely knew her way around here and could go out at midnight with a blindfold, "Hi," I couldn't believe I was so lacking in creativity that all I could come up with was 'Hi.' I was simply pathetic.

She looked like she was about to say hi too, until she looked over at me. I couldn't really miss the fact that she did a double take when she saw me with my hood down. It was probably accumulating water by the second.

"You don't mind getting all wet?" she asked still looking at my hood. You would think I sprouted a second head or something.

I shrugged. What was I supposed to say? About a minute later I decided on, "Beats the heat. It's like a big pool, one with those little waterfalls."

She laughed, "I guess I never thought of it that way. I'm Bella Swan soon-to-be-Cullen. And you are?"

I liked how she put that it was a pretty subtle way of telling me she was engaged, and quite frankly I'd never heard anyone say they were engaged like that. She sounded happy but still a little anxious. Most brides were all into gushing about there wedding and how wonderful it would be. She just seemed nervous.

"My dad works with a Cullen," I said, this really was a small town I wouldn't have any trouble remembering everyone's names. "I'm Danny by the way," I added quickly after I remembered she'd asked me.

"Your dad works at the hospital?" she asked.

I nodded. I was really liking Bella; she wasn't pushing or prying at all.

"Danny?" she asked.

"Danielle."

She nodded slowly, "Your parents sure picked a really interesting place to move to." She laughed; she was sure doing that a lot.

"You don't seem to be very happy with the rain either, which leads me to my next question: When are you walking around….. In the rain no less."

She stopped walking. I knew I was prying and was about to apologize but she said, "No, no you're fine." She still didn't answer my question and it was a few minutes before she did. "My car broke down. Normally I would just have Edward…"

"Your fiancé?" I guessed.

She nodded before she restarted, "Normally I would just have Edward, my fiancé, come over and look at it but he's out of town right know and wouldn't be back for a day or two." Bella's voice at the end was really upset and I pretty much could tell She was hiding, something but she wasn't finished. "Charlie's not answering his cell, so I have to walk in this," she sighed holding her hand up into the rain, "to see if he can fix my truck. You?"

"Why don't you ask the people in that house if you can use their phone to call Charlie?" I suggested. Pointing to an off white house on the next corner; it was pretty cute it had little green shudders and pretty little purple flowers on each side of the driveway.

"I can't just walk up and say 'Hi, I don't know you but I need to call and tell my dad my truck broke down. So can I borrow your phone?'" Bella was shaking her head violently back and forth. Almost hysterically.

"Sure you can," I laughed. I was running toward the house, laughing, and shooting glances over my shoulder watching Bella trip over herself as she tried to catch up to me.

"Danny! You can't seriously!" Bella yelled pretty franticly, she wanted me to stop, but that was the last thing I was going to do, just like the last thing she was going to do was walk down to who-knows-where to get Charlie, whoever he was, to fix her car.

It occurred to me that I was acting like the two-year-old I felt like, but I couldn't bother myself enough to care. I felt a really cool sense of release that I hadn't felt in years. It was amazing how strong it came in now…

I stopped at the end of the driveway and let the stumbling Bella catch up. I was pretty amazing she hadn't fallen flat on her face with as much 'wow-ing' she did. But she slowed down when I stopped, feeling that there was no reason to rush.

"Fine I give," she panted, well she wasn't an athlete that was sure. It wasn't even three yards and I wasn't going that fast. She was acting as if she'd just run the mile in ten minutes.

I just nodded smiling in triumph. I walked up the sidewalk pretty slowly. I was in no huge hurry now. For some weird reason a heavy sense of danger settled around me like an electric blanket when I had a hundred and two fever. It was like some bad horror novel for eight-year-olds. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to worry about. I chanted to myself over and over again, but it wasn't really helping.

Bella was now in front of me, how she got there I don't know, but she wasn't about to knock. So I did. The raps came out long and drawn out, luckily you couldn't hear fear threw the way someone knocked on a door.

It opened seemingly by itself. The only thing that it was missing from a horror movie was a loud creak when the door opened. There was even a voice that sounded old saying, "Come innnnn…" But there were other voices too, younger, quieter whispering to the old sounding lady. All in all it was kind of creepy, but Bella and I still walked into the house.

There were six or seven ladies other than the lady who let us in. Each one was around twenty-five or thirty and they all were backed up against the wall opposite of the door, behind a woman who was sitting it a chair. She had to be the one who let us in, her skin was creased and bagging and the color of a piece of paper with bleached blond hair on top.

That was when I started noticing other things. The shudders were shut and there was absolutely no other lights on besides some type of little lamp or something in one of the bedrooms behind Bella and I. And the women behind the lady sitting down all had the same really pale color to their skin. It was exactly the same, not almost and not sibling-like. More along the lines of clone-like. Their only differences were their hair colors and styles, which ranged from short blond to waist-length curly black. Even their eyes were the same color a weird red. Even the old lady had those red-red eyes, it wasn't natural.

I think Bella realized at the same time I did. She stopped breathing and froze. Something was really wrong. And I just pulled us into it….

Don't you just love cliff-hanger endings? But don't fret there will be more. If you couldn't tell this is after Eclipse. Sorry I forgot that earlier. I stink at proof reading so I found this:

"Typos are very important to all written form. It gives the reader something to look for so they aren't distracted by the total lack of content in your writing."

Randy K. Milholland

So please don't hassle me about things that passed through my filter. Review!

-Kleigh