The characters in this story are not my property. They are Stephanie Meyers.

I awoke to a rustling on the other side of my bedroom. The full moon shone through my window and illuminated a silhouette leaning against my perfectly white cupboard. They were looking right at me. I couldn't tell exactly where the intruder started and ended, and it scared the hell out of me. The look in those eyes, there were no words for what they were hiding. I kept my eyes trained on the intruder as I reached over to my lamp on my bedside table. Just before I heard the click of the switch, the silhouette ran out my window with such inhuman speed that my eyes could barely keep track of where it was.

My light was on in just enough time to catch a glimpse of bronze coloured hair. I bolted upright.

'ALICE!' I was freaking out at the moment; I needed a best friend to calm me down. 'Get in here now! Please!'

'What, what? I was in the middle of figuring out what to wear to the restaurant!' I could tell she was less than impressed about being interrupted; she was going with Jasper after all.

I was shaking with fear at this point and could feel the tears welling in the corner of my eyes. 'There was someone in my room!'

'What? Who was it?' Alice was beginning to get alarmed now.

'I- I don't know.' Sobs were wracking though my body. I swung my legs over the side of my bed. 'They were leaning against my cupboard, right there! I did- n't know what to d- do, so turned on my light and it seemed to scare them away.' Alice was pressed against my side now, rubbing my left shoulder free of worries. At least that part of my body won't fall apart from shock.

Alice has always been the best shoulder to cry on. She never spoke, nor expected me to speak. She just sat and waited for the worries to be shaken free.

Alice never left my side that night.

I woke up – for the second time – with Alice sitting on the end of my bed. I glanced at my clock, 7:13... Great.

'Morning Bella' At least Alice seemed particularly chirpy this morning.

I grumbled back. I didn't want to get up this early at all.

'Don't be like that! I will refuse to make you breakfast.' With that she yanked my covers off my bed. I screamed.

'ALICE! That is so rude!' I hated it when she did that. I should've shoved her out my door last night and locked it behind her like I always do.

'You get five minutes, and then you're yanked off the bed.' She laughed freely as she crossed the room, and walked out the door. She closed the door winking and holding up the covers she had just stolen from me.

She always got me with that one. Last time I refused to get out after she made that threat I had little hand shaped bruises on my ankles for a month. I winced at the memory.

I tried – and failed – to get comfortable without the covers. So I got up and changed into a simple white summer dress. Sure the summer in Forks wasn't great, but you get used to the down fall of rain and eventually deal with it. I hated the rain, but I loved Forks.

I came down the stairs just as the timer Alice had set went off.

Alice was leaning over a frying pan on the stove top. I tried to say something; but she beat me to the punch. 'About time, cutting it close much?' She had humour in her voice, which was a good thing.

'Oh well, it's early isn't it? What's cooking?' I could tell I was starting to sound annoyed.

She stared at me menacingly. 'It isn't that early, and it's omelettes, but only because you asked me so nicely.' She was trying to be sarcastic, but I just rolled my eyes and sat at the table.

We ate in silence.

The first person I saw as I got out of the car was Edward. He ran his fingers through his hair as effortlessly as breathing. He was looking to his right, talking to the editor; Emmett. I was watching Edward's reactions so closely; he was whispering furiously to Emmett about something. Alice pulled out of the lot with a small wave.

'Miss Swan? What do you think of the rumours going around that Edward only chose you as his leading role because he has unprofessional feelings about you?' Mike shoved the microphone into my face, and I started to feel claustrophobic.

I remembered reading about this in the New Idea tm magazine that I buy each time a new issue came out. 'I think it is ridiculous. Edward has a high standard that needs to be lived up to; he would not brandish it by allowing his feelings to intrude upon the selection process of actresses.' I was starting to feel really annoyed by his presence. He was annoying in high school, but this was ridiculous.

'Thank you Isabella.' Without another word, Mike walked away. But he never just walked away.

'What's wrong, Mike?' He kept walking 'Mike?' This was really strange behaviour for Mike, he liked the gossip, especially that which included me.

When I turned around I found Edward staring at me, with Emmett hitting his shoulder. As I walked past I overheard Emmett saying 'Dude; just ask her out!'

Edward approached me after the shoot. 'You're losing you're touch, Isabella. You need to start seeing an acting tutor. Keep what you know fresh.'

'You think I'm not trying hard enough?' I was really hurt by what he had just said.

'I didn't say that Isabella. I merely said that you need to keep fresh. How long has it been since you saw someone about you're acting?'

I felt ashamed. I hadn't seen one since I was seventeen. I'm twenty now.

He gave me one of his famous half smiles. 'That's what I thought. I suggest you start seeing someone as soon as possible.' He started to walk away from me, and I felt myself try to follow. Out of better judgement I caught myself before I took a step forward. He was at the other side of the room when I heard someone curse.

'Shit.' I could smell the blood before I saw it. When I looked back, I saw that one of the stage crews had sliced their hand with the sharp edge of a broken glass. I began to become light headed, every sense was dizzying. Everything started to play out in slow motion as I tried to take a step away from the blood, but my eyes were focussed on the pool of red being absorbed into the gauze pad. I felt myself begin to fall back when a very tense pair of stone cold arms wrapped around me. I looked up into beautiful butterscotch eyes as they faintly said my name.

When I awoke, I was in my room.

How did I get here? I don't remember driving home. I raked through my memories of the day, no driving home was recalled. Then I remembered the image of a sliced hand. I gagged at the thought.

'Isabella? You're awake?' I knew that voice anywhere.

My voice sounded strained as I croaked out his name. 'Edward?'

'Yes, I'm here. Oh, thank god' He sounded relieved when I heard his voice.

I tried to open my eyes, but the lids were far too heavy for my muscles to lift. 'No, don't strain yourself Bella.' Alice was in my room... Great...

'I'll call later. Let me know when she is well enough to speak.' I wanted to protest, tell him to stay, but I couldn't find the strength to say them aloud. The door closed softly as I felt a phone being pressed against my ear. Great, they told Renee.

'Bella? Bella honey, are you there?' She sounded terrified.

I couldn't find the strength to say more than two words. So I simply said, 'Yes, Blood.' Renee would understand what I meant, she was good at that.

'Oh, oh no, honey. You know what it does to you! How did you cut yourself?' It was predictable. Renee always assumed that with my attention to misfortune, that I was the one with the injury. Thanks for that vote of confidence.

'Someone else' I was sick of this already. I just wanted to tell her that it wasn't me and tell her exactly what had happened, but I wasn't strong enough just yet.

'You know you need rest. Do what you have to. Call me as soon as you're better. Bye honey.' Renee was always terrible at ending conversations over the phone; I guess that's where I got it from.

'Bye'

The phone was immediately pulled away from my ear and I could hear the 'end call' tone as Alice pressed it.

'Geez, Bella. Give me more of a heart attack. I dare you.' I didn't want to answer; I just wanted to be left alone for a little while to wallow in my own grief. Eventually Alice got the message and left. I hated the fact that I was squeamish at the sight of blood. Then I realised that I played a vampire.

What fun this will be...

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