~ Darkness ~

A/N: Hello. I just wanted to say that I will be updating this story about every week from now on. So about every Monday for those who like to know ahead of time. I really appreciate each and every one of you who take the time to read this and leave a review. I really means a lot to me. Wishing everyone an amazing week!

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Lights flash, time flies, and dark comes. My stomach growls in hunger, my feet hurt in unspeakable pain, and I miss a certain someone.

I don't know where I'm at, and I might not be the world's best reader. . . okay maybe not at all, but I know a police station when I see one.

'Daddy always wanted to be a police officer someday.'

I'm not sure where it came from, but there I was, starring at the front of a police station. I knew it was a chance to risk it all. . . who am I kidding, I have nothing to loose!

'Time to take a trip down memory lane.' I thought as I walked to the doors, and stepped inside the "Evan-almighty" building. . .

"Daddy what is this place?" I asked as we entered the strange building I've never seen before.

"This is the police station sweetie," Charlie replies as we walk down the crowded hallway, "and these are the police officers." He explains, pointing towards the people dressed in black uniforms.

"What does a paw-lease-of-sir do?" Daddy laughed at my horrible wording, causing me to cross my arms over my chest, glaring at him with a pout.

"Paw-lease-of-sir's," he mimics me with a smirk, "are here to help others when in danger or a threat to themselves sweetie." We stopped in front of a door, "And that's what I want to do," He said reaching for the door knob, "I need you to wait out here sweetie."

"But Dad. . ." I whine.

"No buts, Isabella." Uh-oh. . . Daddy used the full name he knew I hated, "Now stay."

Then he was gone, and I knew to do what Daddy said, and just wait.

"A person just called reporting a missing child with the first name of Bella." A sudden officer's voice brought me back to the station I was in now.

'Are they talking about me?'

"Who was the caller?" Another deeper voice questioned.

"Edward. . ."

'Edward?'

"Edward?" That voice repeated my thought.

"Edward Masen." The man clarified. A sudden silent fell between these two officers.

"Poor boy." Deep voiced man said suddenly, "First his parents, and now what. . . his sister?"

What did he mean? Edward's parents are missing? Edward reported me because I left? I'm not missing, I might not know where I'm at but it's not Edward's job to keep me safe all the time.

I was to caught up in my head to notice the police officers had spotted my hiding spot behind the wall.

"That's her!" One of them shouted.

"Are you sure?" The other one questioned.

"Yes! It fits the description perfectly." The man yelled.

"What are we waiting for. . . get her!" The both screamed, sending me into red alert!

'Daddy, didn't you say they were suppose to help me?' I questioned as I took off running the way I had came.

A herd of police men were charging behind me. I burst through the exit doors, met by the icy cold air snapping at my cheeks, and ran, ran, ran all the way home? Ha, I wish!

Sweet old home is darkness in my world and oh would you look at that; I just so happen to come across a dark alley in a luck of time. I looked back at the police far behind in search of me. I will always be good at the running part.

'Well it's either them or this.'

I knew I shouldn't do it, but I do it anyways; I walk into the darkness.

X x X

A breeze swept through the night chilled air, causing me to shiver. Wrapping my arms around myself to keep warm, I hear strange echos bouncing off the walls of the dark alley; causing me to stop in my tracks.

My ears search for any sign of life, only finding silent. It must have been my imagination I tell myself, and continue on thinking how it wouldn't matter if something happened to me now.

'What do I have? What did I have?' I was to engrossed in my thoughts to realize I bumped into something. . . not something, but someone.

"Oh hello there, child."

Something in me yelled, 'Danger! Run away!' I was to far gone to care, as I starred at the dark image that towered over me in a "threatening way."

"What is such a thing doing here at such a time?" The person questioned like they were pleased or happy that I was here.

I tried to step around the figure, only for them to step back in my way.

"Oh I see. . ." They hum, leaning their face towards mine; also letting me get a clearer view of their shaggy face and my brain clarifying it was indeed a "he."

"A shy one. . . huh?" He asked, smelly hot breath in my face, and receiving not one answer. "Well as I'm the one doing all the talking here, let me introduce myself. My name is James." He pronounced it like he was a king as I just simply blinked at him.

'Whip-pee-do, king of weirdo has a name.' I thought sarcastically with a roll to my eyes.

"Oh, oh. What was that?" He jabbed a finger at me, "You don't think I'm lying now do you? Why would I lie over a simple name? I am James, and I want to know who you are?" He suddenly growled at me, he literally growled!

'Um. . . okay?'

"Bella." I say flatly. . . whatever.

An odd change in the atmosphere took its place after that, and you could see the sudden dusk in this strange man's eyes.

"Bella." He repeated darkly, "I was just going to take a walk to see a friend, would you accompany me?" His voice showed no emotion once so ever.

"All right." Even though I knew I shouldn't have done it, I did it anyways; something I've been doing a lot of lately.

"Come on then." He waved his hand, and turned to walk deeper into the dark alley.

We walked, and we walked, and we walked. Finally there's a break in the alley and suddenly we were on a deserted street. We walk, and we walk, and we walk.

"Were almost there." James cold voice says.

A full moon shines bright out of a patch of trees. The howling of a coyote can be heard very close by. A black spiky fence starts to outline the right side of the street, and guess what he heads for. . .

the big tall black gate with a spooky sign above it that heads inside.

James slowly opens the squeaky gate and steps inside, disappearing behind a big stone. I slowly follow, my heart beat quickening at the uneasy feeling that follows.

The moon light shines on James hovering over a big stone, pointing towards it, and looking at me.

"My friend is down there," he says, glaring at me for some unknown reason, "and it's all your fault!" James lips twitch into a snarl.

"My fault?" I squeak, realizing what this place was. How could I have missed it. . .

"Yes. . . your fault!" He yells.

This place. . . it's a . . . a place were dead people go. . . a. . .

"I am James Newton!" He stalks up to me, making me inch backwards in fright, only to caught my foot on a stone, hurtling towards the ground.

Newton, he said Newton, and that would only mean. . .

"You killed my brother!" He screams, hands formed into fists, "And now your going to get what you have coming!" He roars, bending down and yanking hand fulls of my hair.

"No, please!" I whimpered causing him to evilly laugh.

This can't be happening, no not again. The place is a

"Graveyard!" And before everything goes black, I see the moon light reflect a bronze in the night.

Oh it couldn't be, could it? But it was. . . my hero, my savior, my angel.

There he stood on the other side. . . Edward.