Summary: Edward Cullen, the cause of his dark past has made him the most terrifying guy at school. Bella Swan, the new girl who made him turned into something he hated the most. Not only that, their parent's relationship seems to make their lives more difficult and easy at the same time. EXB.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own a thing. Stephanie Meyer owns it All. =(

Devil Beside Me

Chapter one

"GET HIM!", yelled a voice sounded from behind the gym. God, how did I end up in a place like this?

Today, was one of those days where you get to sit on the bleachers because not moments ago you just got hit by a ball and used that as an excuse to skip P.E. Well, for someone like me – Isabella Marie Swan.

I'm 17, about 5'6 tall, brown eyes, brown hair, pale skin and my famous nickname back at home, the tomato girl. I got shy and embarrassed so easily that when I did, I blushed tomato red. It's embarrassing sometimes!

I just moved here from Arizona – boy, I loved that place. It's so warm and sunny. I just love the blistering heat and the warmness of the people around the neighborhood. Plus, it only takes about 15 minutes to get to school and surely we never have to worry about the rain. Wonder why I gave all that up and move to a small rainy town called Forks, Washington – one of the most sunless place in the world, was because my mom.

My mom – Elizabeth Swan, had decided to moved on and stop mourning about the lost of my father, Charlie Swan. He was the Chief of Police but he died 2 years ago, after getting shot by a bank robber whom was trying to escape but failed when one of Charlie's co-worker manage to shot him and he died right then and there.

Charlie was rushed to the hospital as quick as they can but judging to his condition, he didn't make it. He died in the ambulance on the way there.

Since then, mom's changed. She's not the same cheerful, crazy yet fun mother I used to know. It was worst in the beginning, she refused to eat or even out of her room to go to work.

At night before bed, I will constantly hear her crying and mourning Charlie's name with his picture on her hand. It pained me to see her like this.

The only thing that kept me calm at night was my necklace that my father gave me on my 15 birthday. It's a silver heart shaped necklace that I wear wherever I go, it makes me feel a lot safer knowing I have something of a reminder of him.

So, after that I decided to changed our lifestyle.

That I was the one who's going to work half day after school, so that the bill will get paid, there will be food in the refrigerator, gas in mom's car – since I don't have license yet at the time, and so on. . .

For the whole year, I'd been stuck with working two different jobs – a waitress in a five star restaurant and a cleaner at their hotel. Meanwhile, at school, all my grades are slipping down but luckily I managed to get it back on track.

All the while, I've been suffer silently without my mom noticing my absence at home. Until one day she snapped and demanded where the hell was I everyday after school. I refused to tell her the truth because I know it'll only guilt her to no end that she'll probably be blaming herself for the rest of her life.

But, when she suddenly jump to the conclusion, that I probably was out there selling myself to some stranger for an hour of good sex so I could used the money to pay the bill and buy food, I too snapped. The stress and tension was making it hard not to.

So, I told her everything.

Everything – and she broke down crying.

I rushed to her side when she started screaming and pulling her hair out in frustration. I hugged her and we cried together. She started apologizing for making it hard for me and not noticing it in the first place.

After that, she promised me that I was never going to go through that again.

Since then, everything went pretty much back to normal – well, not entirely. Mom found a new job that suits her. I quit my job as a cleaner but still worked as a waitress so I could help my mom with the payment.

Mom had slowly gotten better. She smile more often now and the dark circle under her eyes had slowly gone and got more color on her cheek. She may not be as cheerful, crazy yet fun mother like before but at least she's making a progress.

Until, two months ago, mom broke the news that we're moving to a new place because she can't stand to live in a house full of Charlie's memorial. I can't decline what she wanted so I agreed without second thought.

I would do anything to see her happy again.

The next thing I know, we packed our stuff to get ready to move to our new home – Forks, Washington. I don't know how mom knew about this place. I mean, I never knew this place was even exists until she told me about it.

The first week at our new home was... better than I thought it would. At home, I help mom unpacked the stuff and settle everything. At school, I met these two coolest girls – Alice Brandon and Rosalie Hale. Both are my age.

Alice, or should I call adorable pixie chick, always full of energize and very talkative. She's a little short, maybe 4'6', pale skin, blue eyes and short spiky dark hair that pointed in every direction. The first time we met, she freaked me out by launching herself at me and said that we're going to be best friends for life. I thought I was being attacked by a small buffalo when she slammed right at me. Luckily, Rosalie was there. She managed to get her off of me and started apologizing for Alice's sudden forwardness.

Rosalie, what can I say? When I saw her the first time, I thought Alice's attacked had knocked me out of unconscious because she is by far the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Not that I'm a lesbian. I'm not. It's just unbelievable. She can easily fit in to the popular group but here's the thing, she doesn't want to. She hated it. She can't even stand being close to those popular bitches without commenting about their slutty behavior and their forwardness. She's slightly taller than me, maybe 5'9', pale skin, blue eyes and beautiful long blonde hair. Seriously, I'm surprised that a model agency haven't discover her yet.

Since then, we never left each other's side. It's true though, we are becoming the best of friends. I wonder how Alice knew about this. Every time I asked her, she just shrugged and said, "I'd seen it."

Okay, now that everyone knows my story, let's get back to where I left it shall we?

I jumped at the voice I heard just now. Looking everywhere to see where it was coming from or better yet who's it from. Is someone in trouble?

As I listen carefully, the voice was coming from behind the gym. And, there's another sound. An excruciating sound and another mix that I couldn't quite comprehend. Curiously, I slowly walked over to see what's the commotion is about.

What I saw in front of me was a shocked and horrid. There were 2 guys standing, hovering over a bloody guy on the floor – the first one was the guy with black curly hair, a few dark bruises on his pale face, I can only see the guy's form from where I stand and he was slightly build, like a serious weightlifter. A shiver ran to my spine as I saw him beating up the guy on the floor and I hid further behind the double door.

The second one was slightly tall but not as build as the first one, he too also had a few dark bruises on his pale face and honey blonde hair. He was kicking the guy endlessly even though the guy was already long gone.

Then, there's the guy behind them, watching with full of fury and hatred at the scene. But, I can sense something odd about him, like, he didn't belong there. And yet, I think he was the leader of them all. I may sound a little cheesy here but I think he's by far the most handsome guy I've ever seen – with unruly messy bronze hair, yet pretty similar like his friend too, pale skin and few dark bruises on his face. Except he has a scar on his forehead which made him look more menacing and terrifying than he already is.

A few moments passed by and finally the guy walked towards his friends and placed both his hands on each of their shoulder to stop them. They did.

"Stop – that's enough. That should teach him not to bother those girls again, and not tempt them for his own needs. Even though some of them are pretty much sluts." He glared at the unmoving body on the ground.

The blonde hair guy nodded grimly, "So, what should we do with him, Ed?"

He snorted, "Just leave him here, that's what. Someone's bound to find him anyway."

The muscle guy grinned, "Great 'cause now I'm starving. And, you know what happens when I get starve. So, can we go already?"

I take that as my cue to get out of there. But when I turn around I accidently twisted my foot which force me to fall with a loud thud.

Shit! I sure can pick a day to be more clumsy!

As quickly as I can struggling to lift myself up, I realized that I was too late. They'd already saw me. All three of them. All eyes on me. Oh hell! I'm going to end up like the guy on the floor.

As I looked up, my eyes landed at the guy with bronze hair. And, for the first time, something strange happening as our met. It's like electricity jolts shot right through my body, making me feel all tingly and warmth inside. What the hell was that? It's almost hurt.

I couldn't look away from him. No, I don't want to. He's too mesmerizing!

This beautiful guy that I held such strongly interest in such short notice cocked his head to the side, watching me with a calculating expression on his face. And slowly, he smirked as his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, making me shivered and the fabric between my thighs wet with my own moisture. Shit! Never in my life have I felt anything like this before!

I have to get out of here! I know I should, but my brain couldn't function well enough to note the danger situation as I stared at his piercing green eyes. Ohhh – I could just die happily staring at those eyes.

I don't know how long I was crouching and ogling him until a voice threw me back to reality. I heard the muscle guy speak, "Fuck, she saw us!" he said, pointing at me angrily.

I broke eye contact with him and sprinted out of there as fast as I can without glancing back at them and silently pray I wouldn't fall.

No, don't look back! Don't look back! I told myself when I heard the muscle guy yelled at me to stop.

The hell I won't!

I was about to head to the girl's locker to hide myself in there when I spot Alice and Rosalie coming out of there holding my belongings and looking around searching for me. I pushed my feet to run faster. Please don't fall! Don't fall!

I slowed down my pace as I approached them and yelled at them to run.

"What? What's going on, Bells?" Alice asked, both of them surprised by my little outburst.

"Com'on hurry –"

"Hey, there she is!" The blonde guy yelled not far from us. The muscle guy was just behind him.

"RUN!" I yelled, again. The three of us ran to the parking lot to Rosalie's red BMW. As soon as we got in, Rosalie starts the car engine and we were out of the parking lot in second, leaving the two guys behind scowling and yelling at us. But, we were too far gone.

I sighed and relaxed on my seat when I saw both had stopped chasing. "Okay Rose, you can slow down now. They're gone." I said, as I tried to catch my own breath.

The car finally slowed down as Rose glanced at me from the rearview mirror. "Bella, would you mind telling us what the hell is going on just now?"

"Seriously Bells, do you realized what you just got yourself into? Those guys are dangerous!"

Obviously, Alice.

"Later, I'll tell you guys at home, alright?" I said, still trying to catch my breath. Alice was right though, what have I got myself into? My hand slowly reached up to touch the necklace that hung around my neck to pull it out from beneath my shirt. A habit whenever I'm nervous or afraid.

But, when my hand made its way to touch the metal, it wasn't there. Did I misplace it somewhere? I hadn't had time to think before I started panicking and quickly unload all my things from my bag. It wasn't there! And, my jean pocket, sweater pocket, the backseat of the car. Neither!

I struggle to keep my mind out the fact that I may lose it. I can feel myself starts to trembled as I reached up to wiped the sweat on my forehead. Rosalie and Alice seem oblivious to the fact that I might have a heart attack in the backseat.

"Uh – Rose, Alice. Have you guys seen my necklace?" I asked, struggling to control my own voice. I was already in panicked. They knew how important that necklace is to me.

"Umm... No Bells. Why?" Alice asked, surprised by my voice and expression when she turn around to look at my pale white face.

"It's gone."

After the unsuccessful pursuit, Emmett and Jasper return to their leader, Edward. Both were disappointed they didn't get to catch the girl that witness the incident. They couldn't risk someone telling on them and have them expel from school. Of course, part of it was untrue since their leader's father is the principal of the school. Someone's bound to back them up anyway.

They knew they just found a new victim to torture around, order them around to do their work and everything. They enjoyed seeing them beg for mercy since all the girls they tortured are the sluts of the school and they wanted to teach them a lesson. But, of course they would never touch them in any illegal way.

They hated, disgusted by those who willingly give themselves to anyone freely, especially Edward. His dark past are the cause of how he acted so rudely to all the sluts there. They reminded him of someone he loved whom unwillingly had to sale herself because of him. It pained him to remember his childhood memories. He wanted to forget about it but the sluts are making it hard not too. So, he decided to do something.

Emmett and Jasper on the other hand seem to think that the new girl must be one too. But, Edward thought otherwise. He knew she was different the moment their eyes met. There's just something about her that make him feel uneasy and disgusted at himself. For the first time, he felt… different. He was starting to question himself.

The only thing he should do now is figure out what that is.

"I'm sorry dude." Emmett apologized to him. "We lost her."

"But, don't worry man. We'll get her next time. And, believe me she won't get away that easily again." Jasper promised.

"When you do, bring her to me. This one is mine." He said, silently marking her as his. He looked down and smile as he stared at the silver heart shape necklace that hung loosely on his hand.

'Yes, she will be mine' as he thought of a plan to get to her. It's only a matter of time.

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