I froze instantly.

In my peripheral vision, I could see the person who had called my name. It was an old woman, bent with age, her face creased with lines of time. Her dark hair was streaked thoroughly with grey, and a young man, probably about sixteen, was helping her along.

I had no idea who she was. I quickly weighed my options, and turned to face the woman.

"Bella?" the elderly woman repeated, her face lined more deeply with shock.

I arranged my features to look puzzled. "Excuse me? You must be mistaken. I don't believe I've ever met you before."

The woman now looked bewildered. Her young companion jumped in, looking embarrassed.

"Sorry. My grandma's pretty old, she gets confused sometimes. I'm John Cheney by the way, and my grandma here is Angela." He held out his hand for me to shake.

In the microsecond it took for me to process this information, I became completely frozen once more. Angela? Angela Weber?

Thankfully John was wearing gloves, so he wouldn't have noticed the icy chill of my skin as I grasped his hand to shake it.

"Nice to meet you. Don't worry about your grandma…I probably just look like someone she used to know." I couldn't believe my bad luck. How could it be possible, in my first five minutes in Forks, I had managed to run into one of my ex classmates- who must be approaching one hundred by now? Clearly, I was still a magnet for diaster.

John grinned shyly at me, and I sensed his attraction. Dammit! Now Angela's grandkid was going to hit on me. However, I smiled happily at the thought that Angela and little Ben Cheney had actually gotten married, and clearly gone on to have some children of their own. It was the perfect small town romance happy ending. So very different, and yet so similar, to my own happy life.

"I'm new around here, but my ancestors, I guess you could call them, lived up here. Maybe Angela used to know them," my bluff was weak, and I was praying Angela wouldn't see through it. Sure enough, she looked at me strangely, but didn't press it.

"I'll actually be starting school here soon," I added, hoping to change the subject. "I'm going to be starting tenth grade." The younger I pushed it, the better, I figured.

John looked delighted. "Me too!"

My answering smile was wan. "Great. Hey, it was nice to meet you and your grandma, but I've really got to be off. I guess I'll see you at school!"

"Sure," John grinned again and waved. Angela looked appraisingly at me, and nodded a farewell.

I turned and dashed away as fast as was conservative, my head spinning with the implausible meeting. How could Angela have remembered me after such a long time? Did I fool her with my excuses?

I slammed my Ferrari's door and sped away (well, as quick as the ancient engine could speed) towards my home, the home I hadn't set foot in, in almost seventy years.

As I parked in the monster garage, it was clear the rest of my family had already unpacked and filled the house with their belongings. I burst through the front door; desperate to tell everyone of the absurd encounter I had on the main street.

"Alice!" I shrieked, "ALICE!"

She came bounding down the stairs, a question in her eyes. "What's up Bella? No need to shout."

"You didn't see it?" I asked, incredulous.

"You know I can't see everything Bella…in fact, I was completely focused on something else. Now tell me what happened."

"Better get everyone in here first." The sooner the words had left my mouth, the rest of the Cullens were standing around us, looking anxious.

I relayed the story to them, but no one seemed as concerned as me.

"I don't think this poses a serious risk," Carlisle was saying, "after all, you could just stick with the story of your relatives living in Forks many years ago- that you are descended from Bella Swan- that is, yourself."

"I suppose you're right," I replied, feeling a little silly over my apprehension. "I'm just shocked there's a non-mystical person from our past who's still alive."

"Well, it is unusual, but certainly not unheard of-" Carlisle's sentence was cut off by a loud exclamation from Jasper and a gasp from Alice.

Her golden eyes were huge, blank and unfocused. She swayed on her feet, and Jasper rushed to hold her still.

"Alice? What is it?" Edward asked, panicked.

Alice's eyes became focused as she turned her gaze to Carlisle. "What we feared. It's started."

A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed- I really appreciate the feedback, keep it coming! Hoping you like the chapter, the real story line is about to kick off so that should be interesting- keep reading, and enjoy!