A/n- This is a bland, opening chapter. It's what I would call basically an opener. Not quite a prolog, but not quite a chapter. I didn't get much of the future summary in, but I hope you like it a little. Please tell me what you think.
Disclaimer – Of course I don't own the Books.
Chapter 1
Where it Began
"Edward give that back!" Bella giggled preparing to lunge for me again.
"Come and get it!" I responded back to her demand
We had been running around for some time now like little kids. Bella had been getting ready when I walked in. She had been sitting at the mirror vanity brushing her hair slowly. The look on her face told me she was on auto pilot, absent mindedly stroking her long brown locks with a silver brush, deep in thought. Not being able to read those thoughts frustrated me more than anything. The more I tried to access them, the less successful I was, I believed. She looked so peaceful sitting there, she was dressed in white like an angel, I hated to disrupt her, but she snapped out of her reviver as soon as she sensed my presence. She looked up at me through her thick lashes and smiled.
"Hey" she said, just loud enough even for my ears to hear.
"Hello" I chuckled crossing the room to where she sat. I bent down towards her leaning in for a kiss when I suddenly change my plans and playfully grabbed her brush.
"Hey!" she said again, protesting, reaching for her brush. I moved it just slightly out of her reach making her grab unsuccessful. She looked up at me displaying a puppy pout on her beautiful face, resulting in a grin from me. She was so cute when she begged, not that I made her beg much, It was too hard to say no to her usually. She took another jab at the brush completely missing and ending up falling right to the side of me. I quickly put out my arm catching her around the waist.
"Thanks, I owe you one" she mumbled looking a little embarrassed.
"No problem but I think I'll keep this nice brush as my repayment" I said holding it up, inspecting it mockingly, the way a Gemologist might look at a new treasure.
We must have been playfully fighting for the brush for another twenty minutes, and I could soon just barely hear my family lingering somewhere in the woods, returning from there hunt.
"Edward can I please have my brush back? I can hear Alice now and I was supposed to be ready by the time she was back."
"Okay love" I said kissing her on the forehead apologetically "I'm sorry, let me help you then" with that I guided her over to the stool and sat her down, begin to brush her hair. It would have taken me less than a second to work out the tangles, but since I liked this job, I drug it out.
"Well looks like my job here is done, guess I'll be leaving now." I said turning with the brush still in my hand.
She laughed and said "Edward" and when I didn't place the brush in her outstretched open palm, she gave me a little playful shove that wouldn't phase a kitten. I teased her by acting offended and fell to the floor, taking her with me. We landed on the floor with a thud, with her giggling on top of me.
Just then the door opened displaying Alice. The look on her face told me something was wrong. And the fact that she was hiding her thoughts told me something was very wrong. She had a dazed look on her face, but I knew she wasn't having a vision and that worried me. I had seen this face before, but only before we moved, due to disaster or when real danger was threatening my family. Her face was an extreme white, way to white even for her, especially after returning from a hunt.
"Sorry to disturb anything" she said half heartedly smirking, after assessing the scene. Before I could ask if she knew how to knock she said "but I though you needed to see this, it looks important" she held out a small white long envelope. I didn't think much about it until my eyes focused on the return address. The United States Federal Government Military Branch. I didn't see that coming. It left me speechless. I couldn't think of what I had done. Our family had been through this before. Something we could always find a way to get through. Usually the FBI, or whoever was interested would spend time searching, and investigating, then give up after a unsuccessful unfruitful search. By that point we would face no other choice then to pick up and start over somewhere elsewhere, and hung low for awhile. But we've never experienced anything with the military. How does one anger the military? I don't believe I've gone on any recent rampages and taken out whole cities.
So why the military? I tried to analyze every possibility in my head, and I was pretty sure the government didn't send out junk mail like this.
"It's not what you think, Edward. Just open it." Alice said chucking the letter to me. I caught it, never breaking eye contact with her. "And I already saw, even Carlisle's money isn't going to help us here."
I looked down at the letter, then into the dark concern filled eyes, of my wife for the first time since Alice walked in.
A/N- Like I said before, this is just an opener, a beginning, longer and better chapters are to come. Sorry for any format mistakes, I'm still trying to figure out the adjustments on my Microsoft word. I miss my old word, it was less complexed. Please let me know what you think, thank you!
