Hey Guys, I just wanted to say real quickly how happy it makes me that someone is willing to take the time to read this story. Normally my stories will not all be twilight but since that was one of the first fan-fictions I ever read I wanted my first story to also be twilight. Besides a lot of you also like this series so I hope I did a good job and I hope you like it.

I also wanted to thank my Beta lellabeth. Thank you so much for your dedication in helping me with this story.

Ps. I do not own twilight, all twilight related characters belong to Stephenie Meyer


Chapter 1: Blizzard

They say everything happens for a reason. Never have I believed that saying more.

Third Person POV

"Mark! Close up shop today will you?" she called out to her co-worker as she ran out the door. She didn't want to make a bad impression at Christmas dinner and being late wasn't going to help her.

"Wait, Bella do you need to borrow my car?" Mark called back at her.

"No, I'm good. The old truck can make it through. Thanks though!" Wrapping her scarf around her neck she ran out the door.

The snow began to pick up as Bella kept driving. 'Only 20 more miles' she thought to herself as she passed the Brooklyn Bridge. Jersey to New York on Christmas was never an easy journey - you've got cars trying to run you over, girls pretending the car is a jungle gym and people who just love to tell you that you are number one. Bella had never once considered moving back to New York. She's not bothered by the overcrowding so much, but she could never adapt to the lifestyle. She was always one who liked to drive around; who liked the peace and quiet of a place and New York just didn't have that for her, not to mention that her family lived out there too. Bella just wanted a different life style and that was in New Jersey - her life, her amazing job and her friends were all there, she told herself. It was her home, though for how much longer wasn't certain. She could barely afford rent even living with her roommate, and the news that Rose was moving next month meant her rent would be doubled. If Bella was honest, she knew she had barely any friends .Rose was the only one to come close to that title, though she never was at the apartment. When she was, she was pleasant enough but they were friendly with one another as opposed to being friends. She used to love her job, being a journalist for a weekly newspaper but since the economy took a dive she'd been laid off. Any newspapers that have survived the crash certainly weren't taking on new staff, so she was stuck with only the diner left as an option. It wasn't as bad as some would think, to be fair - the tips were good and the diner was a nice, clean space. The money just wasn't good enough to pay her extortionate rent. As for men in her life, well, Bella was a firm believer in the saying that the good guys are either gay, married, or in love with the one that got away. Bella didn't have enough fingers to count how many dates she'd spent listening to a man talking about his elusive ex. After a series of disheartening experiences, Bella decided trying to find a guy was a waste of her time and stopped dating.


BPOV

BUZZ! BUZZ!

"Hello?" I answered, picking up my phone.

"Bells, where are you? Your mother's having a heart attack about you being out in that truck during the storm. How far out are you?" Charlie asked loudly, though he was still barely audible over the music in the background.

"I'm about twenty to thirty minutes away. I'll be right there," I answered back, annoyed. This was the fifth time he's called - I love him, but he worries too much. I'm twenty-four, I can handle myself. I said my goodbyes and hung up the phone, wondering why this journey seemed to be taking so much longer than usual.


'OH NO! No, no, no, no, no' I mentally screamed as my car sputtered and eventually slowed to a stop right in the middle of the road. Everything looked fine last time I checked, I had stopped for gas before reaching New York so that can only mean one thing.

Battery's dead. That's just perfect, of course it happens when I've only got ten miles left. Opening the door, I hope out into the -20 degree weather and pop the hood. A plume of dark smoke comes billowing out and hits me right in the face, causing me to cough harshly. Dad is going to go crazy - he always tries to pay for my car but I refuse and tell him I can do it myself. He's always trying to interfere, though in this case it seems I should have let him.

I check my phone to see if I can call someone but I have no service. So now I have no phone, no car and I'm in a snow storm on Christmas Eve. This is just turning out great. The wind takes hold of my hair, causing it to whip wildly around while I walk through the dark and empty streets of New York. The air is so cold that it feels like mini icicles stabbing my skin. 'Just ten miles' I keep telling myself, 'just a little longer'. Of course ten miles then turns into twelve and before long I'm hopelessly lost. Every building and every road is covered with a sheet of white snow, making everything around me unrecognizable and leaving me with no guide to where I am. I know better than to stop dead in a poorly lit and deserted street, so I trudge forward as quickly as possible anyway. The further I get, the more lost I seem to be. I don't know where I am, I don't know who else is around me and I have no idea when this storm will be over. I'm stuck. My legs are aching by this point, so there's nothing else for me to do but sit.

I have no idea how long I sit down on the wet, slushy-snow covered bench. My face is almost frozen and I've lost feeling from my wrist downwards. Everything is numb. I keep hoping for a car to pass, for anyone to come and help me but I know it's not likely. It's Christmas Eve and we're in the middle of a blizzard. I have no hope of flagging anyone down even if they do drive past.

More time passes and I'm convinced I've been out here for hours now. I can't gauge how long ago I sat down but the snow that is solidifying around my shins tells me I've should have stayed in the car. It was stupid of me to believe I could walk back into the city, but now I'm well and truly stuck. My legs are too numb for me to be able to stand up and my hands are shaking far beyond my control. This is what everything has come down to, me sitting on the streets of New York about to freeze to death the day before Christmas. None of the shops around me are open so I know it must be well into the evening and the streets gradually getting darker only confirm it. There's only one flickering street lamp over by the sidewalk but even that doesn't provide much light. I give over to the cold, slumping back on to the bench and closing my eyes. The darkness that comes over me is welcome.

?POV

I don't think I'd have believed it if someone had told me, but I'm seeing it with my own eyes. It's Bella. She's here.


Ok well there it is. I'm sorry about it being so short, and I promise to make the next chapter longer. This story will not long I think maybe at most 5 chapters depending on how many viewers I get. Anyways thank you again for reading!

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-B