Hate is all I know

A Twilight Saga fan fiction

By NERRD-VampireLoverXxx

Disclaimer:

Stephanie Meyer owns all rights to the characters use in this story.

I own none of these.

It will all be in BPOV

Chapter 1- Change for better or for worse

That morning when I woke up it was normal.

The sun was high and streaming through my open windows, I could hear the waves crashing against the beach as the tide started going out. I ate my breakfast in my shorts and t-shirt, on the veranda at the back of my house sat on one of my sun loungers, the sounds of children playing on the beach with their parents. My morning was perfect until the phone rang...

"Hello Isabella Swan speaking how can I help you?"

That's me. Isabella Marie Swan, I lived all my life in a small town in Washington called Forks where I lived with my father Charlie Swan; he's the chief of police there. I moved out here to the beaches of Florida when I had graduated from school, I came to attend university here in the sunshine and I have lived here ever since. Now 25 years old I'm a clothing designer with my own clothing line 'Belle of the ball' a collection of evening wear, ball gowns, wedding dresses and dresses for other major occasions. I live in a seven bedroom chalet a quarter of a mile from a beautiful beach, I live alone and not because I have not found someone I love, but because I like living alone. It means there is only my stuff around the place, no one to make a mess of the place or make too much noise.

"My magazine 'Fashion for fashionable women' would like to interview you about your new line coming out next week for the summer. Would you consider doing it?" the caller on the other end said, the voice was smooth like velvet and warm. The kind of voice which when I was a teenager would have made my knees go weak and my pulse beat faster but at 25 being more mature and more able to keep cool and professional it just irritated me.

"Yes, when would you like this interview to take place?" I opened up my electronic diary which my father had bought for me last week to replace my old one.

"As soon as possible so that it can make our next issue which goes out next week, when do you have the time?"

"What about tomorrow at 2 o'clock in the afternoon at my beach house?" I didn't like to do interview in the public eye so I always asked the company to my home where I would allow them only to take pictures of me, not my home.

"Yes that suits us fine, I myself will be interviewing you as we are low staffed at the moment, I hope that is okay with you?"

"Yes that's fine- oh by the way I didn't catch your name?"

"My name is Edward, Edward Cullen."

"Okay then Mr Cullen, I will see you tomorrow at 2, goodbye." I said hanging up, I then immediately went over to my laptop and put into Google two words.

'Edward Cullen'

I had to sort out all of the rubbish first until I came to an article about his magazine, it was from the newspaper. I then found a Facebook page which I read through, it said he was 26 years old and was originally from Chicago. I slammed the laptop down in frustration, why was I researching someone who was just coming to interview me? I tried to convince myself that I was just background checking but in truth I was curious to see the man who had such a voice, it was then unfortunate that he had neither updated a photo for his Facebook nor had there been a picture for the article of the man just one for the cover of their first magazine.

I took a walk down to the beach to clear my head of all things Edward Cullen and to watch the happy children play sand castles and splash around in the waves. I didn't like children but the happiness and laughter that filled the air made the beach glow and it looked divine.

I stayed down there all night until the sun was setting over the now calm waters, it was deserted. All the tourists and holiday makers with the children were in the evening entertainment places or in the many restaurants and hotels.

That night I slept like a log, the sea air always did that to me when I had been out in it for a long period of time. However my dreams were plagued by a mysterious man with a velvet voice but no face.

I awoke the next morning to my mobile ringing shrilly from my dresser; I leaned across and grabbed it before they hung up.

"Hello Isabella Swan speaking how can I help you?" I said groggily closing my eyes to the bright light shining through the curtain, it was only 6 am but it was already bright in Florida.

"Hello Isabella, how are you?" my dad's voice spoke down the phone, it was his birthday this week and as I couldn't go up to visit him I bought him tickets to go to Tunisia, a place he had dreamed of going to all his life, for a week. Today was his birthday and he had forgotten the time difference between us.

"Hi dad, happy birthday! How are you?" I was happy to hear from my dad, ever since my mum had died when I was twelve and I had moved away after high school he had been lonely on his own in that three bedroom house.

"I'm great, thank you for the tickets. I'm having such fun over here." I could hear the happiness in my father's voice and it made me smile slightly.

"And how are you Isabella?" My dad always asked me this questioned because he had often voiced what he thought about me living alone so far away from him, my only family. But after a few arguments over the subject he had dropped it realising that he wouldn't persuade me to move closer to home or even take tenants, which I didn't need as I owned the house outright.

"I'm fine thanks dad," I stifled a yawn; it always killed me getting up early when I had gone to bed late.

"Really you sound kind of tired, are you getting enough sleep?" he worried, I smiled as I saw him frowning in my mind thinking I wasn't sleeping enough. I sat up properly and tried to rub some of the sleep from my eyes but then stopped shaking my head as he couldn't see me so it didn't matter what I looked like.

"Yes I am getting enough sleep, it's just that it's 6am here and I was up late last night." I stretched putting the phone between my shoulder and my ear; I cracked my elbows and felt all the stiffness go from my arms.

"6? Oh gosh I'm so sorry I forgot about the time difference, its 10 o'clock here and I thought it was only 9 over there. Sorry" dad said sheepishly.

"It's all right dad, in a way it's good I've got to get ready and tidy the house for this afternoon."

"Why? Have you got a date coming round?" dad inquired, I sighed dad always asked if I had had any dates or boyfriend recently, I don't think he wanted to know personally but it was what my mum would have said if she was alive.

"No I have a magazine interview with 'Fashion for fashionable women' about my new summer line coming out next week, so I need to tidy, clean and hover before they get here." I hated disappointing him and as much as he said he wasn't worried I knew he was worried about my lack of love life. Too be honest though I hadn't had a date since university.

"Okay well I'll leave you to your day as I've got to go and catch the shuttle bus to market. Have a good interview, talk to you again when I get back into the country. Bye." I threw my mobile on the dresser again and got up. I threw on a huge baggy t-shirt which came down to my knees and buckled a belt around my waist; I then pulled my hair up into a messy bun on the top of my head. It was my cleaning look a far cry from the normal way I looked, all smart and tidy with nothing out of place.

I put on some pop music and started in the kitchen, even though I didn't let them take pictures of anything in my house they would still see the house and I wanted it took look lovely and clean.

It took me five hours to get the entire house to look just the way I wanted and by then it was half 11 so I just had a late brunch and went up stairs to use the next 2 and a half hours to get myself ready and presentable for the interview. I went with a black pencil skirt which came to just above my knee with a pale blue blouse tuck in paired with a pair of high black heels and a black crystal heart on a silver chain around my neck. I fixed my long mahogany brown hair into a neat bun fixed with combs with black crystals set along it; I did my make-up so that my eyelids were a pale blue and the lashes long and black. I put on a striking red lip-gloss which made my pale alabaster skin look even paler but it looked pretty and delicate, I looked like a porcelain china doll the type which your parents kept on a high shelf where it was out of harm's way. I had just put in my black crystal heart earrings when I heard a knock at the door.

I peeked through the net curtain at the person on the doorstep, the first thing I saw was that he drove a big black Mercedes S600 Guardian and was around 6ft tall, unfortunately his back was facing me so I couldn't see his face but I could see that he carried a briefcase and a copy of 'Fashion for fashionable women'. So this was the mysterious Edward Cullen who was here to interview me, I glanced at my watch he was exactly on time so that was something that I could add to my list punctual.

I opened the door and was greeted by the sight of a God. That was the only way I could describe the man on my doorstep, he had sex hair which was a strange bronze colour and stuck out in every direction possible, a strong jaw line which had the tell tale signs of being recently shaved, strong arching eyebrows and the most beautiful emerald green eyes which were open and bright.

"Good afternoon Miss Swan, I'm Edward Cullen from 'Fashion for fashionable women' magazine, I believe we have an interview." said the gorgeous man smiling and offering me his hand which I shook, it was warm and firm, he had long fingers and soft hands as though they had been moisturised.

"Nice to meet you Mr Cullen would you like to come this way please." I showed him through to the living room and gestured for him to sit down on the black leather sofa.

"Thank you, I must say you have a very beautiful home and you yourself are looking lovely today." Mr Cullen complimented me but I could see that he didn't really mean it but he was just trying to soften me up. I knew these type of reporters and I'm hard to soften up as many of them had tried and failed to do so.

"Thank you Mr Cullen would you like something to drink?" I offered glancing at the God sat in my living room, I knew men like him with their good looks, flashy cars, good careers and charming manners they were womanizers and normally assholes underneath the perfect exterior.

"Coffee please, black with one sugar thank you." Mr Edward Cullen smiled a heart warming smile at me; I smiled slightly back at him and walked into the kitchen to make him a coffee.

"Here you are Mr Cullen, black coffee one sugar just how you asked for it." I handed it over and he sipped it.

"Right shall we start this interview Miss Swan?"

"Yes let's," I got comfy on the sofa sitting professionally yet alluringly.

"How do you feel about your 4th summer line coming out next week?" he started the interview and it went smoothly along, it was about 3:15 when we were finished and I had answered all of his questions.

"Thank you very much Miss Swan for agreeing to this interview and giving me some insight into how you make your next line and where you get your inspiration from. And you do have a truly beautiful home in a wonderful setting." He held his hand out for me to shake again but took me off guard when he pressed his lips against the back like they do in old fashion films.

"The pleasure was all mine Mr Cullen I'm glad you liked my home and I hope to do many more interviews with your magazine in the future. I must get the next issue of your magazine because it sounds absolutely wonderful to me." I never normally read magazines but maybe I could get some idea of what my rivals were working on, it always helped also to know what was popular at the moment for ideas for new gowns.

"I will have a copy sent directly to you before they go out to the shops, here's my card so that it will be easier to organise other interviews. Thank you again it was fantastic to meet you Miss Swan, good bye." He smiled and got into his car; I smiled and closed my door looking down at the card in my hand.

'Mr Edward Cullen owner of 'Fashion for fashionable women'

Office number- 26848541258

Mobile number- 07894523565

Email address- E_A_'

I pinned the card to my cork board which hung in my studio at the top of the house, it was where I drew up all my gown designs and the board was filled with the cards of business associates and contacts. I walked back downstairs and into my living room only to see, lying on the sofa a black wallet with the initials 'E.' on the front... Crap.