July 2nd, 2015

My name is Angela Esme Swan. Officially I was raised by my grandfather, Charlie. Unofficially I raised myself. Not that Charlie was neglectful, it was just hard for him to look at me. I look a lot like my mother did at my age and after... that night, it was hard for any of my mother's loved ones to look at me. Including myself. Especially myself.

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Ugh, why did I agree to take a psychology class in college? Looking down, I had my answer, That night. The night that changed my world, and my mother left me alone in the world. No one should go through what I did.

That is why I decided to go to college for psychology, so people like me and my mother could get help. Help that was not hitting the self destruct button. My wrists ached along old lines as I steered myself to safer subjects. Deciding that pouring my thoughts into the journal that we were assigned seemed best right now, I finish the page and put the leather bound notebook away.

Looking at the alarm clock, I realized that I should better get going to go back to forks for spring break. The only thing that was not packed was the notebook. I still felt annoyed with the fact that I had to write in that every day over the break. Something about understanding the students better. My teacher liked to ramble and most of the time I tune him out.

Double checking everywhere, I made sure I was leaving nothing important behind. Grabbing my duffle bag, full of clothes and books, I left my dorm. On the way out my Dorm Supervisor, Alli, caught me.

"Angela! Can I have a moment?"

"Yeah, What's up Al?"

"After break, your going to have a new roomie. Her name's Victoria, and apparently the dean gave her a choice of who to dorm with. Since all the others are full, Chyanne agreed to live with her parents until next year."

Although it was strange, I did not think much about it. Chyanne and I were never close, but then again my closest friend stood in the mirror. At the moment however, my thoughts were on what I was going to do once I got back to Forks.

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Once I got to Charlie's, I wasted no time in tossing my duffle onto the bed and bolting out of there and into the nearby forest. Charlie's house felt like a painted mausoleum of the worst kind, but out in the forest it felt like a comforting hug from nature. Ever since that night, I started hiking with something close to an obsession. Just pick a direction, walk, see the sights and just be away from it all, the mindlessness of it appealed for obvious reasons. Look at the wood's ancients as they wear their robes of moss, keep walking. Listen to a brooke sing a song that started years ago, keep walking. Enjoy life away from the reminders of the past, keep walking. New secrets were yielded on every walk. Today however the woods revealed something that was not a natural occurrence.

A house. A Mansion more like. Two stories tall and richly built but not intruding on nature. Huge windows opened up the house to the clearing, blurring the sharp edges of nature and civilized home. However the image was ruined by the lack of visible furniture. A strange feeling, like I should know this house from somewhere. Deciding that it was abandoned, I turned to leave, but two glowing red eyes stopped me in my tracks. Standing just within the treeline was a beautiful redheaded, pale woman.

"A bit far from home, aren't you?" honeyed words dripped from her lips. Immediately I panicked, thinking that the house wasn't as abandoned as I thought.

"I-I am so sorry, I didn't know that your home was here, and when I saw it..."

She laughed, a melodic throaty laugh that probably seduced many people, and I got the feeling I didn't know how true it was.

"No, no this is not my house. I don't even like the people who own it. I was just walking through the woods and saw you. Being as I have never seen you before, I decided to say hello."

This confused me a bit. Why was she here if she didn't like the people who owned the house? I studied her closer to potentially learn something about her. She seemed like a sculpture that both belonged and yet didn't. Pale skin contrasted greatly with her flaming hair, and her clothes said money but also looked like anybody else's. As my eyes made their way back up the woman, I found her eyes were studying me just as much I did her. Quickly feeling awkward, and slightly scared, I decided to leave, quickly. Looking up at the sky, I found my excuse. The sun was retreating into the trees, setting the sky an orange lighter than the woman's hair.

"Well, I have to get going, my father will be wondering why I am out so late."

"Ok, do you want a walking companion? Never know what crazies are wondering around the woods." She smirked as if she was telling an inside joke. The same smirk looked predatory at the same time and threw me off, unsettling me a bit more.

"N-No thanks, it's not to far to walk back. Thank you for the offer."

"Before you flee in terror, would you mind telling me your name?"

Blushing at being caught, I tried to stammer out a denial only to be stopped by another laugh.

"Don't worry, I am sure most people would feel the same way about meeting a stranger in the woods. Just shows you have a good head on your shoulders. As for your name, you don't have to give it to me, I was just curious as you looked like someone I used to know."

Even from across the clearing, I could see that she was thinking about a bad point in her past. Feeling as though she should never have a frown marring her face, I thought telling her my name wouldn't be that bad.

"Angela, Angela Swan." Seeing surprise flash across her face, I thought it was because she knew Charlie. "Charlie's granddaughter." I added.

"I didn't know he had grandkids. He does not look like he is past 60."

"My mother had me at a young age." I hedged.

I guess she could tell it was a topic better off avoided, she opened her mouth to ask another question. One that I knew was going to follow. Where is your mother? Something I did not want to answer, especially to a stranger.

"Well it's been nice, but I should really get going. Have a nice day." The words tumbled from my mouth faster than my feet moved to carry me out of the clearing. Was that a bit rude? yes, but I did not want to have to relive that night.

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As she ran away, I heard the padding of heavy feet behind me. I turned around to be confronted by a large brown wolf. A second later it was replaced by a glaring 6'8" native american male who was naked. I was not kidding when I told Angela that there were crazy people out in the woods.

"You should stay away from her." A deep voice that sounded like it should belong to the wolf than the man.

"I can't."

"Her family has suffered enough from vampires. Leave her alone." The thought of leaving was immediately met with a low unconscious growl from deep within my chest. Something that set the large man on edge.

"I cannot Black. Just as you cannot leave Nessie, I cannot leave her."

"You can't mean!" He started to shake as what I said started to get through his thick head. Honestly, you would think that after 30 years he would have more control over his anger.

"Yes, Isabella Swan's daughter is my Mate." And with that the man exploded into a wolf that was lunging at my throat.