A/N: All Twilight stuff belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter 2

- NIGHTMARE -

"Mom? Phil?" I shout as I walk through the front door. I was just getting back from my shopping trip at the mall with my friends. Okay, that's a bit weird, I think to myself when they didn't answer me. The door was unlocked, so they must be in. As I'm walking into the living room, I feel arms grip my shoulders, and a scream builds in my throat. But I'm shocked into silence when I see mom sitting on the floor in tears, looking at what was happening in front of her. I followed her line of sight, and saw Phil being held up by a man, who had his head bent to Phil's neck. What the hell?, was my first thought. What is that man doing…oh my god! The man released Phil from his hold and Phil fell to the floor. Blood was dripping from his neck, and it was twisted in a weird angle. Phil was dead, oh god. I let out a shriek, and every set of eyes looked over at me, but I turned away to look at my mom instead. She looked devastated and heart-broken, but most of all, she looked terrified!

"You weren't meant to be home till later. Oh god, I'm so sorry honey. Please, don't hurt my baby, please. I'll do anything," my mom begged the intruders. It was then that I took a proper look around the room, and noticed that there were more people here than I realised. 7 people were scattered around the room, including the one gripping my shoulders. They all had the same pale skin and red eyes, and the one holding me was ice cold. They couldn't be human, but that was impossible. They have to be human. There's no such thing as…Vampires.

In response to mom's comment, they all laughed at her, as though she had just said the funniest thing on the planet. One of them, told another called Jane, to shut her up. This Jane didn't go anywhere near mom, but all of a sudden, my mom was screaming out in pure agony, with Jane looking directly and intently at her.

"Stop, stop, please. Stop hurting her, please," I shouted out in despair, over moms screams.

"Jane," the same one as before said. And just like that, the screams stopped.

"What do you think you are doing? What are you? You sick freaks, leave her alone!" How dare they! Some inner voice told me to shut up, that I was making things worse, and I actually listened when all I saw on the intruder's faces was pure fury.

"You should learn some manners little girl. Jane, dear, teach this girl to watch what she says," the 'leader' said. Well, I think that he's the leader, as he was giving out the instructions.

Jane turned her gaze on me, and with a sick smile, said "This may hurt just a little."

I waited for the pain to come. I didn't know what to expect, but I knew from seeing mom, that it was going to be agonising. Where is the pain, I think to myself. I stand there, just wishing it would hurry up, when a load clap made me jump.

"Amazing," the leader said. "She didn't feel anything that our dear Jane gave her. I will deal with you in one moment, little one, but right now, it's time for my snack." He walked towards my mom, and held her in place. Just as mom looked over at me and whispered that she loved me, he attacked. I screamed and screamed, and begged him to stop, but it was no use. Hands clamped over my mouth to prevent any sound from coming out, but that didn't stop the tears that poured from my eyes and down my face. I was powerless to do anything but watch my mom being murdered, having her blood sucked, and then having her neck broken. When he was finished, he looked at me, and said "Now, what to do with you."

- PRESENT-

I awoke, gasping, with sweat all over me. The same thing has happened since I moved to Forks 3 days ago. The scene of mom and Phil dying just kept repeating itself, over and over in my dreams. There's a light knock on the door, which opened and revealed my dad.

"Have another nightmare Bells?" Charlie asked me, concerned.

"I'm fine dad. Don't worry. Shouldn't you be at work?"

"I'm on my way there now. Have a good day at school Bells," and then he was gone, making his way down the stairs, ready to go to work. He's the chief of police here, and he loves his job. He's had the last week off, and now it's time for him to go back. And I'm guessing that means it's time for me to get ready for my first day at school, which I am not looking forward to.

An hour later, and I'm all ready to go. I was showered, dressed, had a cereal bar for breakfast and had applied a little make-up and left my hair down and curled. I decided on a simple pair of black skinny jeans, a black tank top, my converse's and a cream jacket. Simple and easy. I grabbed my bag and headed out to the truck my dad bought for me. It used to be Billy's, but my dad brought it off him for me, as a way for me to get around. I love it! It's a 1953 Chevrolet Pickup Truck, and it's perfect for me.

The drive to school was spent with me worrying about was going to happen today. Forks is a small town, so everyone knows when I moved here, and why. I just hope they don't stare, or make me even more uncomfortable that I know I will be.

I find the school easy enough, and as I enter the parking lot, I see that a lot of the cars are older models like mine. The only newer model, the car that stands out amongst the rest, is a silver Volvo on the opposite side of the lot. I park my truck in an empty space, take a deep breath, get out, and start walking towards the reception. There are only a handful of students outside, as it is raining, but they all turn to stare as I walk past. Great! This day is not going to be good, I think to myself. Mrs Cope, the school receptionist, has a kind smile waiting for me, and my schedule all ready. She asks if I need anything else, which I kindly reply that I don't, and then I was back out of the reception and walking down the hall to my first class. A boy with glasses steps out in front of me, forcing me to come to a stop.

"Hi, I'm Eric. You must be the new girl, Isabella," he introduced himself.

"Hi, erm yes, that's me. I'm Bella," I reply, somewhat awkwardly.

"I'm the eyes and ears of the school, so if you need anything, you just come to me," Eric said to me.

"Thanks." In a weird way, I was grateful that Eric spoke to me. It put me at ease…a little, at least. It turned out that he is in the same class as me now, so he walked with me. When we got to the room, everyone was already there, and they all turned to look at me. I tried my best to ignore them, as I handed the teacher a slip to sign, and he told me to sit in the only empty seat at the back of the classroom. The same happened all morning. Enter a classroom, get started at, get directed to a seat and then the same thing again, until eventually, it was lunch. I met a couple of people during the lessons that told me to sit with them. Jessica was the first girl I met, and she instantly began gossiping to me about everyone in the class. She seemed like the kind of girl who would talk about you behind your back, and be all nice to your face. After Jess, I met Mike. He's a good guy, a bit puppyish, as though he would follow you around, but nice enough. And then there was Angela. I like her; she seems really friendly and kind. When she asked me to sit with her at lunch, I agreed, as she was being genuinely nice to me. As we entered the cafeteria, I was again at the attention of the majority of the students, who turned and stared at me. Hopefully, the novelty of a new student would wear off soon, but I'm not holding my breath. Angela walked us over to get some food, and I opted to just get water and an apple. It was as we were walking towards the table with her friends on, that I noticed them. They were sat around a table on the far end of the cafeteria. This can't be happening, I thought. They look just like them. The same pale skin, the same flawless movements. Why are they here? I didn't realise that I had stopped walking, and was staring, until Angela asked me if I was okay. But I couldn't answer her, I couldn't talk. It took everything in me not to start panicking and freaking out. What if they were sent here to watch me? Why are they even in the school? My thoughts are frantic, as memories from that night come flooding over me, and I start to feel my eyes water, but I refuse to cry. It was then that I properly looked, through my hazy vision, and saw all 5 of them staring straight at me! My only thought right now…oh shit!

A/N: Please review and let me know whether I should continue, and just to give me some pointers or advise. xoxo