Author's Note: Okay… this is my first fic that I'm putting up anywhere. If people like it I'll write more, if not, I'll still write more. This is set after New Moon, so there are a few spoilers, I think. Don't read it if you want New Moon a complete surprise.

Disclaimer: I own a book called Twilight, but seriously, if I owned Twilight would I be writing this? Think about it...

Chapter One

Dear Diary,

Why couldn't I just be dead? Even hell would be better than putting up with this. Sure, I'd never see his perfect face or hear his voice, so much like velvet, again, but I'd be willing to pay that price. Maybe. Actually, no, I don't think so. If only I could tell him what really happens. Maybe he'd change me… or kill Charlie. Hmm… he'd probably kill Charlie and I would wind up in Jacksonville. Edward wouldn't be able to come with me, I'd never see my angel's face again. I can't do that! If I did, I'd die. Maybe not from my clumsiness either… I really wish I could tell him.

As I climbed into her window I saw her. Her chocolate brown hair fell over, covering her face. She was writing in the diary that I didn't buy her for Christmas. I don't remember ever seeing her write in it before; I think I'll have to read it when she's asleep. But no… that's wrong. But… what if she's writing about me? Don't I then have a valid reason to read it? Hmm...

I slowly walked over to her bed. She didn't look up until I was right in front of her and my shadow was cast across the book. Quickly, Bella snapped the book shut, but not before I caught the first sentence, and looked up. Her deep blue eyes, so sad and lonesome, gazed into my topaz ones. The hurt and sadness in her features cut me to the bone. My mind was consumed with rage. Rage towards the monster that made my angel sad.

"Bella? Sweetie, what's wrong?" I asked. I was searching her face for some clue, some idea, as to who made her sad. I put a hand on her shoulder, so gently, and cringed at my touch, "Bella? Did I hurt you? Tell me, please!"

"Not you. Never you. I love you."

As she spoke there were tears forming in her eyes. I slowly reached up and cupped her delicate face in my hands. Her eyes, so beautiful, stared right at me. When she looked at me like that, like I was the only thing in the world, I knew deep in my soul that we were meant to be. I was changed nearly a hundred years ago so I could meet this wonderful human girl, the girl of my fantasies. The only one for me.

Ever since we came back from Italy she had been acting like this. She wore long-sleeves, even to bed, and she had started buy a lot of the cover-up stuff. I wanted to know what was wrong but after what I did to her I didn't want to push our relationship over the brink we were currently balancing on.

"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN,"bellowed Charlie, "get your lily-white down here. NOW!" Bella sprang up at once. Her pale face was even paler than normal.

"Crap," she muttered. She pulled me up and starting pushing me towards the window, "Get out, get out now!" she told me. Her eyes were wild with terror. I hadn't seen that expression on her since I saw the tape of the studio. "Don't come back tonight. Please, don't. I'll meet you tomorrow at school."

Automatically, I knew something was wrong. She loved having me here at night. And I always drover her to school. We used that time to talk since we couldn't talk during school. She wasn't… nah, not my Bella. For a brief moment I actually thought that she was sneaking someone else in at night. I would, of course, be hurt, but if she had decided to go with a human then I would let her. She deserves a chance a being normal.

I started to walk away; I didn't feel much like running yet, when I heard it. The noise that made me positive something was going on.

BOOM

What the hell…

Author's Note: Okay, that's chapter one. Did ya'll like it? Review and tell me. I'll put up chapter two tonight if the response is good.