AN- my first fanfic! Hope you like it, please read and review! ProphecyChestnut x


Bella looked out towards the dark, stormy sea, desperately wishing that things had turned out differently. To her, the sea seemed the very embodiment of her feeling and utter despair; despair absolute. How could Jacob have done this to her? Everyone knew they'd been destined for each other since childhood; for theirs was a pairing akin to that of Romeo's with Juliet. It felt like time itself stopped when she walked into the kitchen to find him entangled in the strong, manly arms of Mike. Mike, of all people!

She sighed.

Clouds quivered on the horizon, mirroring her trembling, rosy lips and a solitary tear leaked from her glistening eye. As she was fumbling in her bag for a tissue, something out at sea caught her eye. Bella knew dolphins couldn't live this far north, but what else could it be? She thought about investigating further but a quick glance at her watch reminded her that it was time to get back to Charlie. He'd be worrying about her by now; over the past few weeks she had been forlorn at best.

Bella clambered into her battered, faded, '53 Chevy pick-up truck and struggled with the ignition until it roared reluctantly into life. Even driving her truck reminded Bella of the many hours she'd spent with Jacob while he fixed it up and she'd admired him not-so-secretly. The way his gloriously defined torso, for he was often shirtless, the way the muscles in his back rippled as he so often bent over the hood of the Chevy… The tribal tattoo on his bicep, with the secret sign of his hidden werewolf identity... They had been together for three wonderfully long years, a lifetime, seemingly never ending and he'd thrown it all away in a heartbeat.

A piercing screech interrupted her reverie, but it was too late. She'd lost control of her steering and the very storm she'd identified with moments earlier sought to drag her from the cliff road and into the tumultuous Pacific Ocean. She felt the truck lurch ominously and it was at this moment that she resigned herself to her fate.

As the water seeped into the cabin, its icy fingers took hold of her like the chilling grasp of death. To be torn from life so soon, when there was so much left for her to explore! How could she hope for a reunion with Jacob? And with her father, who had been through so much to look after her; to keep her safe?

Everything starts to become heavy, her limbs are turning to lead and Bella feels the last vestiges of life drain from her delicate, beautiful frame. Her glossy brown locks frame her lifeless face, and the last sight before her eyes convinces her that surely now it is over.

Strong arms wrap around her- but whose? Who else could survive such tempestuous waters apart from seemingly invincible Jacob?

But a last look at her saviour's face before she loses consciousness reveals it to be very different to that of her beloved. Such piercing amber eyes, such pale skin…a look of pure terror and fear troubling his features as the mysterious stranger pulled her effortlessly towards the light.

As her eyes drift closed, for what seems to be the last time, Bella catches a glimpse of scales and fins stemming from a death white, statuesque torso; the torso of what must be her guardian angel.

"It's ok, my darling," whispers the stranger. "I'll look after you."


AN-Soo...who do you think the mysterious stranger is? R&R!