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And when it rains,
Will you always find an escape?
Just running away,
From all of the ones who love you,
From everything.
You made yourself a bed
At the bottom of the blackest hole (blackest hole)
And you'll sleep 'til May
And you'll say that you don't want to see the sun anymore

When It Rains - Paramore

Chapter two

I watched as Annabelle slept soundly in my arms. Her tiny lips were slightly parted, and she looked so innocent. I hated what that guy had done to me, but couldn't help but be grateful that she was here. She gave my life a meaning.

Gently, I lowered her into my bed, tucking her in. I needed to start preparing for our move. I walked around the room until I stopped in front of my mirror. In all my haste to make sure Annabelle was safe, I completely forgot about myself.

I studied my image; I looked so different, but still could see myself in there. My skin was paler, and my face was more defined. My eyes were a bright red; they startled me at first. My body was that of a model. My long brown hair looked shinier and longer, reaching my waist. My lips were the same, the top slightly fuller than the bottom. I noticed my bloodied, torn clothes and immediately changed them.

I started packing right after. I grabbed a few suitcases and filled them with my clothes and personal belongings. I took all my pictures and everything that reminded me of my mom. I also packed a suitcase for Annabelle, with all the clothes my mom had kept from my childhood. We'd buy more clothes later.

When I was done with my room, I moved to my mother's. I had kept it just as she had left. Sighing, I made my way inside, and also packed all her clothes and belongings. I didn't want to let go of her. I picked up her favorite bracelet and put it around my right wrist. Her clothes still smelled like her, and with my now improved senses, I could retain it forever in my mind.

After I finished packing her things, I moved to the living room. We had some artwork and a few knickknacks that I wanted to keep. I packed those up as well, and started moving our things to the car while it was still dark. I had left a few changes of clothes for the both of us to last a couple of days. I also got rid of the bloody couch by crushing it into dust and burning the remaining fabric; it felt good to let go of some of my enhanced strength. I cleaned up the living room, leaving it spotless. I didn't want any blood smell to linger in here.

Annabelle woke up just after the sunrise. She smiled when I made my way inside the room, raising her arms and clenching her little fingers, begging to be picked up.

"Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?" She gurgled in response. I chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes."

I carried her to the kitchen and prepared a small breakfast. I wanted to know if she could eat proper food as well as drink blood. She liked the oatmeal I had given her; it was safe to assure she could survive on both.

I sat her down on the couch once she was done, and started making calls. I called a real estate agent first and put the house on the market. I gave the agent my cell phone number to call me when he made the sell. I would leave the house fully furnished, sans one of the living room couches.

Next I called to cancel my weekly grocery delivery. And then I called around canceling all our bills. Water, electricity, phone and everything. It would take up to twenty-four hours for it to come through, which was enough time for me to finish packing and leave.

I grabbed my laptop, CD's and sound system and left it near the front door to put in my car later. I was thanking my mother silently for buying us a minivan. I picked up the few blankets we had to make a comfortable bed for Annabelle while we traveled.

After everything was done, I gave her another bath, changing her clothes and brushing her hair lightly. She didn't utter a sound once. She was a very well behaved baby; she never cried or complained about anything. She even slept through the night. I knew she had vampire traits, and she was extremely smart; she was aware of everything that happened around her. She also looked older already; like a month old.

I played with her while I waited for the sun to set. We had neighbors and I couldn't go out while it was sunny. Finally, it was dark.

"Baby, Momma's just going to load the car and then we're leaving, okay?" She smiled. "Stay here and I'll be right back." I told her, kissing her head and sitting her on the floor next to the couch.

I quickly put everything away and made a small, safe bed for her on the backseat. I had lowered the back of the seat to make it bigger and covered it with the blankets to make it comfortable. She should be fine.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked her once I came back inside. She looked up at me and smiled, raising her arms and flexing her fingers. She sure liked to be held. "In a minute, baby. Momma just has to grab you a few snacks and then we'll leave." She cooed in response.

I took all the non-perishable food and packed it away, grabbing the fruits and drinks and putting them inside a portable cooler I had filled with ice. I put them on the front seat and came back one more time.

"Time to go, Annabelle." I said sadly while picking her up. I gave her chubby cheek a kiss before looking around. The house was practically bare without all the decoration my mom had put up. I would miss this place greatly. "Say bye-bye." I whispered, gesturing with my hand for her to copy. She did so and I locked the front door.

I sat down with her on the backseat.

"I don't know where we're going. But I promise you we'll always, always be together, okay? Nothing and no one will take you away from me." She patted my cheek and showed her love.

"I love you, too." I kissed her forehead and rocked her gently, waiting for her to fall asleep. She did, not two minutes later. I lay her down and strapped the seatbelt so she wouldn't roll off. I placed a pillow under her head, and wrapped another blanket tightly around her.

With a last look to my home, I started the car and drove off. I headed north, not knowing my destination.

I drove the whole night away, almost twelve hours. I had reached Utah in the morning, with the maniac driving I had seemed to adopt. Also, I didn't need to make bathroom breaks nor did I get tired, which really helped.

Annabelle woke up just as I parked near a forest. We needed to hunt; I had been smelling humans the whole way, and my throat burned. I did the same as I had done the first time, and soon we were back on the road.

It was a cloudy day, luckily; I had tinted windows but it wasn't enough to protect from the sunrays. I headed to Wyoming, and we made it there at night. I drove around a town called Jackson, and found a dirty road that led to the middle of the woods. I decided to see where it would lead us.

I found an abandoned cabin at the end of the road; it seemed perfect. I looked over my shoulder to Annabelle; she was staring at me curiously.

"C'mon, baby. We're staying here for a while." I told her. She smiled and clapped her hands once.

~*~

We lived in Wyoming for almost a year. I spent half that time getting used to the human scent. My eyes had turned topaz after a few months of my animal diet. Only after that did I venture to go into town with Annabelle.

I had to wait for cloudy days so I could go into town. And every time I did, people looked down at me. I didn't care about any of the rumors that were spread, I just hated when people assumed.

I also found out that human scent didn't bother me as much as I had heard; I could control my bloodlust quite well. I was glad about that as I was scared of slipping up. I also was really uncomfortable whenever I went into town; every time a man looked at me I'd shiver; the memories of that night were still imprinted in my mind.

During one of my visits to town, I went to a library to figure out where we could go next. I googled cities that had few sunny days; I found one called Forks. It was in Washington, and I decided to move there. We could acquire a real house for us now that our old one in Arizona was sold.

I wrote down all the information I gathered, such as the school and a real estate agency phone numbers. I called the agency first, and managed to get the agent to send me pictures of two houses to my cell phone. I'd decide on which one as I called the school.

I didn't need to forge any papers yet; I was a junior back in Phoenix – I was a year ahead – and would have started my senior year when my mom passed away. I had to start that over again, but I had all the paperwork for my last school ready. I got Annabelle's birth certificate here in Wyoming.

Annabelle's growth had slowed down. She was almost a year old; she looked a little older though, but not much. Her mental growth was alarming though. She could already speak coherently like a ten-year-old, and walk. I didn't know what I would do with her while I was in school. I couldn't leave her in kindergarten; she was too different.

It was the end of September; I would start school a month later. And after I called the agency back confirming which house I wanted to buy, we packed everything and got ready to leave. A day later, we said goodbye to the cabin we called home for a year.

"Momma?" I heard Annabelle ask once we were in the road.

"What is it, sweetheart?" I replied. I preferred it when she talked out loud instead of using her gift.

"Where are we going?" She asked. In all my haste to get everything ready, I forgot to tell her what we were doing.

"We're moving to Forks. It's a small town in Washington. You're going to like it there. I bought us a house, and I'm going back to school." I told her.

"What about me?" She asked.

"I'm taking you to school with me for a while. Then we'll see, okay?" She nodded, and got comfortable on her car seat. I had acquired one of those earlier this week; I didn't want to be pulled over and fined because of that.

We traveled in silence mostly, sometimes singing along to one of the songs in the radio. We reached Forks mid-afternoon, and I went straight to the agency to pick up my keys.

The agent looked at me shocked. I guess my vampire looks had that effect on people. And having a one-year-old attached to your hip while you looked barely eighteen could bring that reaction was well. He quickly looked down, trying to seem busy gathering the paperwork that was needed. I was glad; I didn't like men looking at me. I signed everything and he handed me the keys. After that was done, we quickly left.

We reached the quaint, two story high house a few minutes later.

"Do you like it?" I asked once I parked the car. She nodded and smiled at me, showing all her baby teeth. "There's a small forest behind it, so we can hunt near home." I told her. "And you'll get your own room."

I had called in advance and had all the basic stuff installed. We had electricity and running water, and a phone line. One of the rooms had a bed, but it was not furnished. We would go shopping tomorrow. I would start school on Monday. It was still Wednesday.

My baby slept through the night while I unloaded the car. We were planning on staying for a few years, so I unpacked all the decoration stuff I had saved from our old home.

We shopped in Port Angeles on Thursday, getting all the furniture we needed. I had a hefty account due to both my parents insurances, and could afford most things. On Friday, we drove around town to get acquainted. I found out where the grocery store was, as well as the high school and library.

Saturday and Sunday we spent organizing the house. All our furniture had arrived, and I spent the weekend turning the house into a home. When it was done, it looked incredible; simple, yet elegant.

Monday morning came too fast for my liking. I woke Annabelle up at quarter to seven; I needed to get her ready so she could go with me. An hour later, we were making our way towards the school.

I was glad to see that my old, beat up car wouldn't stand out in here. Most cars were old like mine, except for a shiny Volvo. I just kept this car for my daughter's sake; once she was older I was definitely buying something newer. And faster.

I parked the car and turned around in my seat to face my baby.

"Remember what we talked about last night?" I asked. She replied in her childish bell-like voice.

"I can't talk to anyone unless you tell me to. I have to act my age and stay calm. Oh, and I am not allowed to use my gift on anyone except you." I nodded at her, smiling. Before I got out of the car, I took a deep breath and relaxed myself. I wanted to do this. I reminded myself. As soon as I got out, every head in the parking lot turned to look at me. Most of the guys looked at me with lust, and the girls with envy. I wouldn't know why; I was nothing but a plain, single, teenage mother.

Once I picked up Annabelle, the gossip started. I ignored them all, just like I did back in Jackson. Their opinion meant nothing to me. Annabelle rested her head on my shoulder, wrapping her arms around my neck as I picked up my backpack. I slung it over my free shoulder, and caressed my daughter's hair.

"Ready?" I whispered. She nodded.

We made our way to the front office, ignoring all the stares we were receiving. We made it inside, and came face to face with the secretary.

"Hello. I'm Isabella Swan; I called you a couple of days ago." I introduced myself, handing her my paperwork. She kept eyeing my daughter with interest; she was a gossip, I could tell.

She quickly worked on my schedule and handed it to me. "Who is that beauty?" She finally asked. It seemed that question had been burning inside her mouth from the moment I stepped foot inside this office.

"This is my daughter, Annabelle; say hi, sweetie." I nudged her lightly.

"Hi." She whispered shyly. I smiled at her.

"As I requested, is it okay if she stays with me in class this week? Just until I find someone to care for her while I'm away?" I asked yet again. We had almost argued over it on the phone. The secretary, Mrs. Cope according to her nametag, eyed us before nodding her consent.

"Make sure she doesn't disrupt the class, and she can stay." She said quite rudely.

"Thank you, ma'am." I said politely. Just because she couldn't show politeness didn't mean I had to be rude as well. "She won't make a sound." I assured her and left. The smell in that room was awful; something like mold and bad ham.

We made our way to my locker. I put my daughter down while I opened it to see if there was anything inside. I hadn't got any books yet, so I kept my backpack with me. I'd leave the books once I got them.

My first class of the day was English. I picked up Annabelle and went to find the correct room.

I found it quite fast and made my way in. Few students were inside, thankfully. I went towards the teacher table; I needed to have my slip signed by all teachers.

"Excuse me." I called softly. The teacher looked up and narrowed his eyes. "I'm the new student, and I was told you have to sign this for me." I said, handing him my schedule. He signed it quickly and showed me to my seat. The office must have warned all the teachers already about my 'situation'.

I took my notebook and pencil case out of my backpack and placed them on the table before adjusting Annabelle on my lap. I ripped out one sheet of paper and handed it to her along with the case; I had put some crayons in there to help her pass the time. She was learning how to write. If any human were to ask how she could already hold her crayons and color, I'd just say she was advanced for her age. It wasn't like I was lying or anything.

Soon the first bell rang, and the room was filled with students. Each one of them stopped and stared at us before going to their seats.

"We have a new student today." The teacher, Mr. Mason, started. "Why don't you introduce yourself?" He suggested. I sighed, but did not get up.

"I'm Bella Swan and I just moved here from Wyoming." I told them.

"What about the baby?" Someone asked. I rolled my eyes before answering.

"This is Annabelle Swan." I said curtly.

That was what happened in all my classes before Lunch. My daughter seemed unfazed by all the attention we were getting, her only concern was being next to her Momma. Or so she told me.

I stopped at my locker before going to the cafeteria; I left the books I had acquired during class there, and walked away.

Most students left me alone, but I could hear the whispers going around quite well. I was a teenage mom, so I must be easy and a slut. I didn't let that bother me, though. I knew how to handle it if anyone tried anything.

I found a secluded table in the back of the cafeteria, and sat down. I took out the mashed potatoes and rice I had packed and started feeding my daughter. She hated being fed, but I decided I wouldn't want to rile the humans up any more than necessary.

I was too distracted with her constant grumbling that I didn't even notice two people approaching us. I stopped feeding her once I took a deep breath. They didn't smell like humans.

I looked up and came upon two pairs of golden eyes.

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