AN:

Hi everyone, so here is chapter two, let me know what ya'll think! So I'll try to do some more writing later on this week if possible. I want to start slowly introducing the characters and creating relationships and stuff. Instead of slamming full steam ahead. I'll try to not make it overly slow though. :)

Again, if you have anything you want to possibly see or happen just let me know. :)

Looking at myself in the compact mirror I carried in my car, I swallowed for the umpteenth time and shivered. I tried to smile to myself but didn't see much of a difference, that lost look still resided in my eyes. Dark circles were prominent beneath my eyes, no amount of sleep or concealer would make these bad boys go away I decided.

I was currently wearing a simple well worn button up white long sleeved shirt with a pair of nearly threadbare black slacks that I had found at a salvation army, and slightly newer wedge heals. I was rather uncoordinated, but I figured I would probably mostly be sitting and that I couldn't find myself in that much trouble. It was a hospital for goodness sake.

Closing the compact with a snap and grabbing the meager resume I had printed early this morning at the library, I stepped carefully from the green beast and slowly walked oh so precariously to the hospital doors. Stepping in I hesitantly moved to the lady at the front desk who signed people in to be seen by the doctors. Glancing up I froze when I saw the most handsome person I had ever seen. Something about him made anxiety rear its ugly head. I mean sure..he looked nice, but something about him made my instincts scream danger.

Frowning, I swallowed and skirted around the blond haired golden eyed man. Clearing my throat subtly the frazzled woman that appeared to be the head of the waiting area looked up sharply. The doctor standing nearby looking through papers of some sort glanced up at my curiously. Blocking the man from my mind and concentration I offered a shy smile to the woman, tucking my keys into my pocket with my old wallet I spoke hesitantly.

"Hi..I'm Audrey Fisher. I heard you were looking for a secretary?" There was a beat of silence in which my heart picked up its pace painfully in my chest. Suddenly the older red haired woman grinned brightly, her beaded bifocals catching the light as she stood up and held out her hand over the counter to me.

"Yes, yes we are. I'm Bertha Smith. New here I take it deary?" I nodded my hand as my southern manners kicked in...along with my probably notable accent.

"Yes ma'am, from Florida."

"That's quite a ways away. But nonetheless, have you ever done secretary work before?" I shook my head and replied shyly.

"No ma'am, I was a waitress back in Florida though."

"Can you work a computer and do basics with it?"

"Yes ma'am, I am familiar with computers and phones."

"You seem pleasant enough. What do you think Dr. Cullen?" My stormy eyes were drawn back to the creepily handsome doctor as he smiled warmly at me. The sheer compassion in his eyes startled me as he spoke up in a soothingly calm voice.

"I agree." He answered before closing his papers and offering us a quick goodbye when he was paged to go somewhere for an emergency.

"Can you start tomorrow?" Bertha asked quickly. I blinked once...twice...three times before I grinned brightly and nodded while stammering over my words in excitement.

"Yes ma'am! I surely can! W-what do I need?"

"Just be here at nine o'clock sharp, I will show you what to do. How do you feel about night shift?"

"Working nights wouldn't bother me in the slightest."

"Good, we'll have you start tomorrow and train with myself and in about two weeks if all goes well we move you to full time night shift." Her voice was gentle, but happy as I grinned brightly.

"Understood, I'll see you tomorrow at nine!" Leaving the area I relaxed and let out a loud laugh. It felt good to laugh, I hadn't in so long that it was almost a foreign feeling. As it was, phase one was completed. I now had the job. All I had to do now was patiently save up and then I could move out.

Still though, that doctor was giving me the creeps. He seemed nice, but some internal instinct kept trying to warn me of something. Shaking my head I left the building altogether and made a dash through the rain. When had it started to rain again? I might as well get used to it I suppose. By the time I made it to the car I hissed in pain when I registered the itching sensation on my exposed wrists, neck and face.

My eyes widened when I looked at my hands and saw angry looking rashes appear on the skin of my palms. I had no doubt I'd find the same on my cheeks and neck. What the heck was that about? I had not eaten or touched anything I was allergic to. Frowning, I decided I'd take some allergy medicine when I got home. Maybe it was stress? Shrugging my shoulders I revved the engine and tried to ignore the angry blistering skin. By the time I made it home I was dry.

Opening my car door after killing the engine and snatching the keys, I quickly left and headed inside. Angela was at school today and her father at work, I had no idea where Mary was. Frowning with a shrug I bounded upstairs and when I looked in the mirror of the bathroom I paused in surprise to find no blistered skin on my face or neck. Looking down at my hands I frowned and saw the blistered skin fading there too.

Rolling my eyes I turned on the faucet and put my hands under so as to splash some cool water on my face. Maybe it was just the stress getting to me. However, upon touching the water from the sink I found myself yelping and lunging backwards. The water was by no means hot, but my skin instantly felt heated and tight upon touching it.

"What the hell...?" I mumbled, staring in shock as it registered. Was I reacting to the water? What in the name of all that is holy was in the water here in Forks? Shaking my head I decided maybe I'd have to ask Dr. Cullen or one of the other doctors here in Forks what that was about. Maybe they'd know. Deciding to dwell on it later I moved down stairs for a late lunch, food sounded good before I headed up to the school to pick up Angela.

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Pulling into the student parking lot I spotted Angela with another girl. She was pale and seemed to be awkwardly fidgeting like she wasn't sure how to handle the situation. Long brown hair, brown eyes and overall an average plain Jane in my opinion, but I couldn't judge. Rolling down the window when I pulled up and cut the engine I grinned and spoke up.

"Surprise Angela."

"Audrey! Hey..um Bella this is Audrey."

"Hey Bella." I spoke up swiftly, offering a sweet smile to the awkward girl. She grimaced and offered a small hello back before she muttered a quick goodbye and went to the side of some tall and brooding young man. I immediately frowned, he reminded me creepily of Dr. Cullen...the weird feeling popping up again.

His eyes snapped up and narrowed on me, okay that's weird..it's like he knows I'm thinking about him and his dad. Frowning I turned my attention to Angela.

"Come on kiddo, hop in." She smiled and climbed into the truck and as I went to pull out she suddenly gasped.

"What!?" I suddenly snapped, hoping she was okay. Henry and Mary would kill me if something happened on my watch to their daughter, I was sure of it.

"What happened to your hand?" I hadn't realized the rash started up again from some water on my window ledge of the truck. Rolling my eyes I spoke jokingly as we rolled out.

"I think I'm allergic to water, go figure." She smiled and muttered a 'you could be' before falling silent and looking out the window. I looked at her curiously and decided to ignore that for now. I'd research it later.

By the time we got home, Angela's parents were home. I said a soft hello to my aunt and uncle before leaving upstairs, true to my word I sat down and booted up my laptop. It was a hand me down I had bought. A bit sluggish, but it worked just fine.

Once it booted up I opened up Firefox and searched up allergies to water. A few hundred matches were brought up, but one article caught my eye. Clicking on it I read the definition silently to myself, Aquagenic Urticaria, it is an allergy to water that causes hives. It seemed to fit the description, however, as I read more the more uneasy I got. Whoever wrote this was either a crack pot or...or I don't know. The article began going on about the decedents of homeosapiens of the water. Merpeople and how young ones born on land would develop a 'allergy' to water that later would develop from hives to scales until they popped a tail. Closing the link I scoffed at the nutcase.

Mermaids weren't real. Neither were vampires or werewolves. It was all in the moves. Wasn't it?