Let me first establish that some things in this book aren't going to fit perfectly. I haven't read the book nor watched the movie, but I've got a pretty O.K. Idea about what it is. Let me just say that I am a 13 year old girl, so try not to be crude on the reveiws. There are also characters that don't exsist, like Ms. Rivers . Enjoy! :') OOC and Jas+ B Jasper is a vampire; Emmett, Alice, Rosalie, Esme etc. are not.

Bella's Point of Veiw:

The piercing voice of the fire alarm echoed throughout the house, possibly throughout the coldesac. Gray smoke slid into my room, engulfing all the clean air that remained. Funny, everythings happening so fast but it was in slowmotion. Just the kind of slowmotion you saw when James Bond parachuted off the highest tower in new york, heading down towards the city. Except, in all reality, this wasn't a James Bond movie, I'm just a little girl, caught in a ring of fire, quite literally.

"Mom! Dad!" I gasped, holding my breath and springing up from my bed.

I know what you're thinking, probably something along the lines of 'Bella, I know you are seven and choking on smoke, but where the hell is your common sense, you could just walk out your door, untouched and unharmed, don't you dare call for your mom and dad.' But do understand that in this time, not only is the driver to my train of thought drunk and nearly swerving clear of the tracks, but fire is blocking my only escape route.

I sat in the middle of my room and began crying. Tear after tear, falling lightly on my night gown.

"Please help me!" I began screeching.

I imagined Charlie busting through my door knealing down next to me and carrying me out of the flames like he's done It a thousand times. Being my hero like he has been since I was little. His sheepish grin crossed my face, only bringing more tears. I thought back to the last time I saw him. He read me another chapter out of Winnie the Pooh, and leaned down to kiss my forhead.

His soft lips never felt so comforting. He spent a lot of time at the Police Station, so we had recently been drifting. His stubble scratched the top of my forehead as he attempted to kiss me. I remember giggling, flailing in my bed, knowing what he was going to do next. I could still see his smile, still remember him laughing and rubbing his stubble on my cheecks violently. He called this the Whisker Rub.

Charlie never came to my rescue, and I do believe the conductor of my train of thought has gone suicide.

Jasper's point of veiw:

I walked out to the middle of the coldesac, gazing at the house engulfed in flames. I knew who lived there, I watched her every day, waiting for an opening. I wanted so badly to save her, but if someone saw me…

No. I had to. I scanned my surroundings, were people deaf, there was a huge house on fire, and yet, not a soul came to the rescue with a fire extinguisher. People could at least to attempt to piss out the flames. I started walking away, but the wails only seemed to grow louder. I made up my mind, sprinting towards the house. I jumped on the second story roof, following the screams, which grew louder with every step I took. The only thing standing inbetween me and Bella now was molding and plaster. I punched right through it, ripping away large planks of wood.

I crawled through the opening, and saw Bella, curled up on her floor, sobbing and closing her eyes tight, as if everything would disapear when she opened her eyes. I leaned down, picking her up bridal- style, and hauling her out of the flames. I jumped off the house cracking the concrete beneath me as I landed. I placed her on my lawn and stepped back a few paces. Finally, I heard the sound of a fire truck, drawing closer to her house, perhaps in time to save her parents. I left her on my lawn and disapeared before anyone else saw me.

BPOV

When I was sure I would die, I was carried out of the flames by a boy that looked no older than me. If I was strong enough to talk I would have told him to stay before he vanished. I didn't even know his name.

A giant Fire truck haulted infront of my house, spraying down the flames. A man knelt down beside me, checking my pulse and asking me questions. My ears were still ringing, I couldn't hear anything. He continued speaking to me, determined to pass my barrier so I could hear him.

"Bella? Stay with me," He repeated "Bella, Your parents are dead."

This I heard. This I understood. Tears dribbled down my face as I slowly croaked

"No, they can't die now, I need them."

"Hush, Bella, Phil will take care of you"
Phil. My godfather. I had completely forgotten about him. He was a new type of scum. Every day her got drunk and watched baseball. He cared for no one but himself, and only liked my mom for the hot sex they had when they were together. No one knew what he did when people were gone, no one but me. I wanted the boy to come back and save me again. Anywhere was better than Phil's.

A fire man charred with smoke stepped out of my house.

"It was a gas leak," He stated. "There was nothing we could have done."

My eyesight was groggy but I could just make out an officer standing in front of me. He sighed, brishung his fingers through his hair and leaning his head back. He looked at me, helpless and weak, sprawled out on the floor like an animal. He studied me and let the ovious statement escape his lips

"She's so…young. How is she going to cope?"

He must have been talking to air because no one cared to answer him. He knealt beside me and rubbed my arm. As if to comfort me. My world had just shattered into a billion tiny pieces and he thought rubbing my arm would bring me the least comfort.

Charlie. Dead. Rene, dead. I was orphaned at the age of seven without a soul to go to. I felt like a rat in a cage, nowhere to go. There was only one place I could go, child services. My dad was supossed to live…forever. What about prom? What about my wedding? Did they really expect me to walk down the isle with PHIL? Of all people that could have died. Rather than people, of all times. Of all times my dad could die, he chose now.

"Take me, too." I whimpered.

The man got to his knees and put his ear closer to my mouth

"What?" He said gently.

"I want to go, too." I said crisply, closing my eyes and drifting off.