Meeting

I don't own Twilight.

The smell of bacon and freshly brewed coffee made my mouth water. I sat bolt upright, tears streaming down my face, as I remembered the events of the last few days. The bed I was sat on was very comfortable, it took all of my will power not to curl up under the warm covers and go back to sleep; the only thing that stopped me was the fear of the nightmare returning and I was curious as to were I was. This place couldn't be that bad, they did let me sleep and nothing bad had happened, yet. As, I climbed out of bed, I noticed I was still in my clothes that I had worn yesterday; relief washed over me. There was a light knock on the door, my gaze travelled around the room, nice, soft yellow walls, what stunned me most was the wall opposite me, but it wasn't a wall, it was a huge glass panel, that moved from one end of the room to the other. I didn't have time to take in the view.

The knocking persisted, I stammered, "Come in." A little person entered the room. She had to be the most beautiful person, I had ever seen. Her short black hair, stuck up in all directions, but this only added to her beauty. I dropped my eyes feeling slightly self conscious as she scrutinised my appearance, she stuck out her hand, "Hello Bella, my name is Alice." I looked up at the excitement in her eyes. Her eyes…were the same colour as Emmett's, the same liquid gold, they were so deep I felt like I could swim in them. Before I had time to speak, she spoke, her voice was magical, a soft, musical sound that made me instantly feel comfortable in these strange surroundings. "Do you want something to eat?" I was shocked, I was expecting her to throw me out, after realising that I was just a worthless piece of dirt, unworthy of their time. I nodded and followed her out of the room. The rest of the house was just as magnificent as the bedroom.

I stumbled down the stairs, I was shaking so badly, I couldn't keep my balance. At the bottom of the stairs, there was a full length mirror, I took one look at myself and felt uneasy. My brown eyes framed by black circles, were sunken into my face from lack of sleep, my usually red lips were white and chapped, my brown hair was matted. To my horror, the make up I had been continuously wearing, had rubbed off and the now yellowing bruises were showing, dotted around my pale skin. Turning around, I looked into the open plan living room. Lined up were six astonishingly pretty people. Alice skipped to the first person in the line, "This is Jasper," he nodded curtly to me, I couldn't help feeling calm. Jasper, had curly blonde hair and wore a painful expression. Alice moved along and stood beside the next person, "This is Rosalie," she was flawless, her blonde hair cascaded down her back. She wore designer clothes; dark blue jeans, a white shirt and, what looked like a pair of 7inch heels. She glared icily at me. "This is Esme." This women, was obviously their mother, she held too much authority to be anything else. Esme looked caring, warm and gentle, just like a mother should be. She had strawberry blonde hair and she wore casual clothes; a pair of denim jeans and a flannel t-shirt with a pair of running shoes. Next was Carlisle, he had his arm around Esme's waist, I learned that they were husband and wife, they looked too young to be married let alone have teenage children. Carlisle had dirty blonde hair and wore a black business suit. I heard a booming laugh, and noticed for the first time, Emmett sat on the couch, flicking through the channels on the television, too fast, how could he see what was on? He jumped off the chair and pulled me up into a back breaking hug. I stood rigid, too scared to move. Jasper cleared his throat, Emmett dropped me and I crumpled to the floor.

Someone stood me on my feet, I looked up and came face to face with the most handsome person I had ever seen. He had brownish-red hair that was really messy, his cheek bones were well defined and his lips were rosy red. As our skin touched, a shock of electricity shook my body, that had nothing to do with the coldness of this skin. He took a hasty step back, still not releasing my gaze. I couldn't regulate my breathing, Alice laughed and said, "This is Edward." I stood back taking in the people opposite me. Something was wrong, they were all to perfect, they all looked alike there pale skin, their golden eyes and their musical voices made me feel left out. What were they? Before I could calm my panic with reasonable thinking, Carlisle spoke, "You are welcome to stay as long as you need. We are very happy to have you here." They were all so welcoming, well, accept Rosalie. Alice dragged me into the kitchen, the worktops were immaculate, it looked like they had never been used. Then I spotted the massive table, that was full of food. Every food you could think of lined the table. Toast with butter that melted over the bread. Honey and jam sat in fancy pots. "Help yourself," Alice suggested. I barely knew her, but I had a feeling I was going to like her.

Sorry I haven't updated for ages. God tonnes of revision. Try and update soon!!