A/N: Hey, so here is my new story! Yes, yes another AH story, but I can't help but be addicted to a human Edward.. I mean seriously.. I hope you all enoy and R&R please!!

Disclaimer (for all chapters): SM is the talented author who owns the characters in my story. I'm only borrowing them for a bit. Thank you.

recommended music for this chapter: Tell Me Lies by Fleetwood Mac


BPOV:

They were following me. Again. I'm not even sure they knew that I knew they were following, but then again, it wouldn't surprise me. I'm, most likely, a

threat to them. I haven't figured out why, really. All I know is that every time I get into my vehicle and exit onto the interstate, they're right behind me. Every

single time.

Its not in the form of black SUVs, like in the movies. But they're definitely there. Usually they are disguised as the normal, everyday person behind the wheel of

the normal, everyday Ford Taurus or Jeep Cherokee. They make small mistakes that should have been easily avoided, but sometimes I wonder if, maybe, they

want me to know I am being pursued. For example, I've seen the same emerald eyed man behind the wheel of at least five different cars. I've seen the exact

same set of baby blues set into the eyes of a mom in a minivan, an officer in a cruiser, and an EMT in an ambulance. At least they try to disguise themselves.

But why are they following me to begin with? Its not like I have any secrets. Not any that they should know about anyways. I left that life behind when I retired

at age 24. That was a year ago and I'm done with it. No more lying. No more hiding. I have a family now. A husband and a child and that life was just too

dangerous to expose them to. Neither of them have any idea, of course. I never told anyone. The only thing I can even think of to explain their presense is that

they've come to take me back. I'd like to see them try...

I arrived at work in record time. I just wanted to get this day over with and get back home. I walked into the overcrowded convenience store and walked

to the back to get my name badge and clock in. Someone yelled at me from behind and I grinned to myself before kneeling down and dropping my head as I

felt a paper ball go flying by my ear. My lovely coworkers.

"Hey guys!", I waved in greeting, smiling cheekily at their expressions. Jessica, a short, blonde girl, grinned at me while Mike, a tall, lanky brunette

cursed under his breath.

"Come on Izzy!! Could you not, just once, pretend that you aren't amazingly gifted?!", Mike whined sarcastically. I smirked at I walked by, smacking his furrowed forehead.

"Mike, don't call me Izzy, and no, because where's the fun in that?", I giggled as Jessica stepped forward to smack my hand in a 'high five'. I smiled,

content. This is how life is supposed to be. No crazy slave traders in the south, no arms dealers up north. Just friendly coworkers and a great family to go

home to.

Work ended around 10:00 that night at I was so ready to be home. No sooner than I hit the interstate, of course, I felt surrounded. This time, however

they were in the stereotypical, black SUVs. Its almost as if they weren't even trying to hide their identity. Like they wanted me to know they were there. This

just served in making me speed down the road, faster than I should, but being the cheif of police's daughter had its perks. They stayed right up with me. It felt

different this time. Almost as if they were trying to beat me home. I panicked and made no move to disguise my intentions as I topped 100 MPH and tried to

lose them in the crowds of cars

I pulled up to my little house, breathing a sigh of relief when I realized that my efforts to lose my pursuers were not in vain. I smiled briefly to myself as I

unlocked the front door. Stepping in the house I noticed that something wasn't right. It was to... still. And quiet. It was never quiet. Brad was always running

through the house with Amanda, usually pretending to be a horse, or dragon, or elephant. Our daughter had a great imagination. Also... the smell. It smelled

off. Like.. rust and.. and salt. Blood! I smelled blood! No. Why would there be blood in the house? I quickly ran from room to room, calling for Brad and

trying not to panic. When I opened my bedroom, the sight in front of me shook me to my core.

"Brad!", I ran forward and quickly checked him over and sought frantically for a pulse. He was laying sprawled on our bed, blood dripping from different slashes

on his arms and legs. Tilting his head back I saw the killing strike. A deep slash stretching from ear to ear, across his neck. I choked back a sob and stood

quickly, searching for Amanda. My baby.

"No", it came as a stifled sob when I realized where she had to be. I sloshed through the water seeping from our bathroom and ran to the claw foot tub, shutting

the water off. I screamed when I saw my baby girl, motionless at the bottom of our tub. I frantically reached in and cradled her to my chest, sobbing

desperately

"Isabella?", I heard a soft voice say from behind me before my entire world went black.

A/N: So, do you hate me yet? Please don't. Just R&R. =] Thanks!