A/N: Once upon a time, a couple of years ago, there was an author that went by the same name as me. Coincidentally, that same author wrote a fic called When It Rains. It was completed and reviewed by many lovely people who said many a kind thing. Unfortunately that author came back and read her own fic and decided that she thought it sucked. So she deleted it off and gave permission to her older self (that's me!) to rewrite the entire thing and try to fix the many flaws within the original. So here I am, rewriting When It Rains, in the hope that it will be better. Because I've grown more, become a better writer and would like to turn my old story into a new and better one. I hope all the old fans read the new When It Rains and still enjoy it as much as they did the original. The End.

Disclaimer: Read well because this is the only disclaimer I'll write until the last chapter. The Twilight Saga and all the characters within belong to STEPHENIE MEYER and not me. It will never belong to me. When It Rains is simply for my personal enjoyment and my reader's, I will not be making any money from it.

That said, ENJOY!

WHEN IT RAINS

PROLOGUE

B-POV

"You ... don't ... want me?"

"No."

And then there was the emptiness; endless lines of trees stretching everywhere I looked and nothing but silence in every direction. He had left me there, alone, with nothing left for me to fight for. I screamed.

The sound of my own voice woke me from the nightmare that had been repeating every night since he'd left months ago. I shuddered and rolled over to check the time. It was ten in the morning; Charlie would have gone fishing, so I had a few hours to spare before he came back to check if I was still at least functioning. And I was functioning, to the best of my ability.

"Take care of yourself" he'd said. For Charlie.

I was doing my best. However, living with a gaping hole in one's chest was a near impossible task. I couldn't smile; I couldn't laugh; I couldn't look anyone in the eye without seeing their pity. But I still tried. I got up every morning, I went to school, I hung out with 'friends' when Charlie begged me to, and I continued with house chores; knowing Charlie wouldn't – couldn't – do them himself. I had to take care of him, and myself...apparently.

A sharp pang of loss stabbed its way through me and I sighed; my own thoughts were out to get me.

Needing to escape, I dragged my way through my morning rituals before heading outside. It was time I returned to the place where it all ended. Who knew, maybe I could get some closure.

The pain was incapacitating. It was so much worse than my dreams. The reality of how alone I was seemed to be written on every tree, whispering along every breeze that chilled through my body. He was gone, they were all gone. I swallowed down a sob and backed away from the scene of my abandonment. I didn't want to be there anymore. It had been a mistake to come, a huge, foolish mistake. It was such a Bella thing to do.

Typically it began to rain, yet another vicious reminder of that day. I could still remember vividly; curling up on the wet muddy ground as rain fell down on and around me; like I was going to literally drown in my sorrow.

I shook my head to clear both the memory and the thick despair threatening to choke me and began the long walk back. Charlie was going to be so worried. It was incredibly selfish of me to just leave without even a note to say where I was going. Yet another Bella thing to do. No wonder he'd left.

The lights were off when I finally arrived back home and I wondered at it. It was Charlie's day off so he wouldn't be at work and he usually waited for me to get home before going anywhere else. Because unlike me, Charlie actually gave some thought for others.

The sound of my key in the lock seemed unnaturally loud against the ominous quiet surrounding the house and I shivered, suddenly nervous.

"Dad?" I called, "are you home?"

I frowned at the silence that answered me and turned on the light. The illumination revealed Charlie sitting in the sofa, wide blank eyes staring unseeingly ahead. Blood that had long since dried lay in a crimson river from a slash in his throat.

"No," I whispered, horrified. "Dad? No!"

I ran to his side and shook his shoulders, hoping against hope that he was still alive. Tears ran uselessly down my face as I clutched my father's arm and yanked at it, only to watch as he flopped lifelessly back into the chair.

With fumbling hands I reached for the phone to call the remaining two police.

Oh God...Charlie. I could barely think coherently; racked with anguish and an all consuming grief. My father is dead.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

My wrist was grasped in a tight grip and I cried out, icy terror filling me. I tried to yank my arm back only to be pulled against a hard chest. He bent my arm up behind my back and then pressed something sharp into my throat. It was probably the same knife he'd used to kill Charlie.

Oh God...Charlie.

Gathering the minimum self defence training I had along with my limited supply of courage, I swung my elbow back into his stomach, stamped on his foot and ducked away from him, screaming all the while.

"You little hell cat!"

That was the only warning I got before he clouted me across the face, knocking me to the floor.

The world spun around me as I tried, weakly, to regain my feet. I was yanked up by his fist in my hair and his other arm wrapped around my throat, tightening until I could barely breathe.

He is going to kill me, I acknowledged weakly.

I was never going to graduate, or have even a chance to see them. The shock and grief was replaced by acceptance. I wasn't afraid to die. There was no point in fearing the inevitable.

"Good girl." His breath was hot in my ear. "I like it when you're nice and quiet."

I swallowed thickly and blinked back tears. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of more crying. Charlie would have wanted me to stay strong. And suddenly I didn't want to just let him kill me. I had to keep fighting, and if I couldn't do it physically, I would do it verbally.

"You won't get away with this." I could only murmur, with the weight of his arm pressed so tightly at my throat. "Edward," the name burned, "my boy – my boyfriend is coming over soon. He'll see you, he'll catch you."

"Will he now? Well then, I guess it's time to go."

With that he tightened his grip on my hair and yanked me towards the door.

"Go?" I repeated weakly. "You're not going to kill me?"

His chilling laugh sent goose flesh crawling down my spine.

"Oh no, my sweet. You're coming home with me."

I blinked, sure I'd heard differently to what he'd said. The man had broken into my home, murdered my father and held a knife to my throat; he couldn't have said he was taking me back with him. That was just...crazy.

"I have a nice little place," he murmured silkily even as he pulled me outside. "It's in a secluded area so we'll be alone together...and no one will come and take you away from me."

"I don't want to go with you." I tried to speak bravely; instead I ended up whispering with a shiver of fear breaking my sentence through the middle.

Immediately his eyes hardened in two chips of blue ice. My terror increased tenfold and I flinched, waiting for either the knife or his fist. Instead I got his rough calloused hand cupping my cheek with an impossible gentleness.

"That's okay my love. It takes time to get used to one another. Hell, I haven't even introduced myself! You must think me so rude." He smiled, his chapped lips pulling back to reveal crooked yellowing teeth. "I'm Ethan. And I'm very pleased to have met you face to face. I've been...admiring you from afar."

Disgust roiled within me. Insane was a correct presumption, he was insane. How long had he been planning to murder my father and kidnap me?

"And I don't need to know your name," Ethan continued talking with the same disturbing smile on his face, seemingly oblivious to my horror. "Because we're changing it to Krystal. Krystal's a much better name than Isabella."

He'd taken my father, he was about to take me away from home, and he was taking away my identity. I quite literally had nothing left.

Something broke inside of me then and I went limp; accepting it as Ethan dragged me outside to his car and then used some rope to tie my wrists behind me and onto the car door.

I watched numbly as he brought an oil can from who knew where and emptied it in and around Charlie's house. I barely blinked as Ethan lit a match and sent what was once my home up in flames. I didn't even flinch as unbearable heat radiated over to me from the fire rapidly eating at the wood. Perhaps I was in shock.

Ethan moved fast after that; shoving me in the car, roughly pulling a seat belt around my waist before running around and getting in the driver's side.

His gleeful laughter rang in my ears as he drove us away. Distant sounds of fire alarms echoed behind us as we left Forks and everything that once was Isabella Marie Swan behind.

I never said goodbye. There didn't seem to be a point.

A/N: So there's the prologue and as you can see it's changed a bit from the original. It will be like that all the way through the rest of the fic. Hopefully my original fans won't mind that too much. Personally, I think it's an improvement. Let me know what you'll think, I'll appreciate it muchly!

Anyway, I'll be upgrading rather infrequently as I've just started a new job that will be taking up a lot of my time. So please don't be upset if it takes a while for the chapters to show up, I promise that the wait won't extend more than a month.