Chaper One: Is This Real Life?
He's a vampire? All the research I have done has lead me to this conclusion. But it can't be. Right? Vampires are a legend. They are monsters than man made up to scare the masses. No one has ever actually seen one, they're not real. I flip the main power switch on my ancient computer and slam my Quileute Legends book closed. I grab a pajama set from my drawer and head for the bathroom to take a much needed shower before bed. As I stand under the water, I ponder why Edward wanted me to know this so bad. Is he crazy? I wonder if he's clinicly insane. Should I send a cop or someone over to his house to check on him? Nah, I'm sure when we talk tomorrow I can get to the bottom of this. Probably just some prank on the new girl. Jerks, don't they know switching schools is hard enough? I sigh and grab a pair of pajamas to throw on and flop onto my bed. I pull the covers up over me and try to sleep.
I wake up exahusted. I tossed and turned all night. When I did sleep it was nighmares. Edward was draining my blood, my life force from my body. No amount of blankets on my bed could keep me warm. Its like the chill of fear was deep in my bones. Rationally I knew that I was wrong. Vampires don't exist. I sat down at the dining room table across from Charlie and tried to not fall asleep in my bowl of cereal. I guess I was more tired than I originally thought. I groaned internally when I saw that I had 20 minutes untill I had to leave for school. I let out a huge yawn that broke the silence in the room. Charlie jumped and looked at me over his paper.
"You alright, Bells?" He gave me a worried stare. "You look like death warmed over. Are you feeling sick?" I sighed and rubbed at my eyes. I can't tell him that I was up all night wondering if I was going to die at the hands of my classmate today. He'd lock me up in the nut house. "No, I'm just really tired. I'm not sleeping well." He gives me a small sad smile. "Why don't you head back to bed kiddo. I can call and let the school know you will be out today. Just get some rest. I have to head to work. Unless you want me to stay home with you?" I shook my head tiredly. "No its ok, go ahead and go to work. You'd be bored while I am sleeping anyway." He folded the paper while he stood up, he set it down on the table next to me and kissed the top of my head. "Rest well kid. I'll see you tonight for dinner. I'll order us pizza." He walked to the door, grabbing his coat of the rack as he opened the door. He pulled the door closed behind him as he said goodbye over his shoulder.
As I put my bowl in the sink I could hear him pulling out of the driveway. I filled the tea pot and set it on the burner and turned it on high. I turned, left the kitchen and started up the stairs to my room. I changed out of my pajamas and put on a pair of sweatpants, my ugg boots and a heavy sweatshirt. I walked back downstairs when I heard the whistle of the tea pot. When I hit the bottom of the stairs, I paused. I turned, went back to my room and grabbed the small wood box that I hid under my bed when I first moved in. I went back down to the kitchen and fixed myself a hot cup of tea and headed out onto the back porch. I wanted to sit and look at the snow from the safety of the porch swing. I set my cup down by my feet and set the wooden box in my lap. I took a look around the back yard, after only seeing forest I decided it was safe. I opened the box and pulled out my favorite pipe and my dime sack. I managed to get my mom to send some boxes by mail that couldn't go on the plane. How would I have explained this box to security.
My pipe is a medium sized sherlock. Given the name because it looks like the pipe sherlock smokes his tobacco in. I love it, it is a deep purple with color accents to make it look like the galaxy. It was custom made for me by a guy I met in Phoenix at a party I snuck into. I take a big hit and hold it for 5 seconds before slowly breathing it out. I laugh to myself as I cough lightly, remembering my first hit when I coughed so hard I vomitted all over the dudes floor. I'm glad my dad chose the house he did. The seclusion makes it easy to relax with a bowl. I don't have to worry about people talking about the Cheif's delinquient daughter smoking "The Devil's Lettuce".
My comfy silence is disturbed by an angry voice "Isabella Marie Swan! What in the world do you think you are doing?!" I jumped from the shock and looked to the side of the house. I see Edward storming towards me. I cringe hearing my full name being used. How does he know it? When he reaches the porch I can see the anger in his face. Who does this guy think he is? And why is he at my house during school hours? "Edward? Why are you here?" I studder out as I shove my pipe and the baggie back into the box and set it next to my tea on the porch. I stand up slowly and maintian eye contact with the unstable boy in my yard. He's glaring at me. If looks could kill, I would be ash by now. I repeated myself quietly. "Why are you here?" He gives me a dark smile. "When you didn't show up at school I was concerned. You're not trying to avoid me, are you Isabella?"
He looks at the box and sneers. He walks up onto the porch and grabs my wrist. Not hard enough to hurt but enough that I know I can't pull out of his grasp without hurting myself. "Let go Edward" It's like he doesn't even hear me. "Did you figure out my secret Isabella?" I gulped and studdered out "I have only come up with one idea and it sounds crazy." He chuckled darkly "Say it. You don't need to feel frightened" He gripped my wrist tighter and I gasped. "Say it Isabella!!" I wimpered quietly and whispered out "A v-vampire" I thought he didn't hear me until he let out a dark laugh. "Are you scared Isabella?" He pulled me closer to him as I struggled. He was too strong for me to escape. Not that it would help to try and run if he is a vampire. I started screaming instead, but the downside to living in seculsion? No one can hear me.
I have never been this scared in my life. I know I'm going to die. This is the end. He's laughing at me, he knows there's no chance of me getting away. His dark laugh quickly turns into a low growl. It gets deeper as he scans the treeline, he throws me to the ground and tries to run into the forest. He comes to a hault a few feet from the trees and crouches low. When I sit up I can make out 3 large shapes emerging from the darkness. When they stepped out into the snow lit yard I almost pissed myself. Giant wovles! They were magnificient. They stood at least 6 feet tall, towering over Edwards short form. The first one was black and held an air of authority as he yipped at the other two. The second one flanked the black one on the left, he was a tannish brown. My eyes shifted to the final wolf, flanking the black wolf on the right. It was beautiful. Well, as much as a wolf could be. His fur was a glossy silver. I wanted to run my fingers through it so see if it's as soft as it looks. They moved as one, like they knew what the others were thinking. So lethal and deadly.
Edward growled again " Get lost dogs! She's mine!" The wolves crept closer, snapping their enormous jaws at him, slowly surrounding him. My head starts to spin as Edward blurs out of sight and two of the wolves bolt after him. Just as I look over and meet the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, my world goes black.
AN: This isnt my first but its the first I've done in about 8-9 years. I really missed writing. I'm in the market for a Beta. My last one quickly became my best friend. Looking for someone to really add to my story. Someone who will catch my mistakes and make me a better writer but will also give me feedback on their ideas for story plot. I'll try to push chapers through quickly but I am a mother of two and one is special needs. Your feedback only makes the story better so comment away.