What would a Twilight fanfiction be without a few vampires? ...

All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

BELLA POV

The morning after we got back from our honeymoon I went to visit Charlie while Jake checked on things at the garage, and I wasn't surprised to find that he had no food whatsoever in the house.

"Let me guess, you lived on pizza for the last three weeks?" I asked, noticing the phone number taped to the fridge.

"You know I can't cook." He replied, looking sheepish. "I went over to Billy's a lot, and Sue cooked for us. And we ate all the meals you had left for us too, they were really good."

"Well I can't cook for you, and Billy, and Jake, and all the other guys, every day. So you will have to learn to cook."

"It's not like I haven't tried, Bells. You know I even burn salad."

"Well… I'm going to try and teach you some simple meals." I told him, grabbing my bag and the keys to my truck. "Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"Grocery shopping."

And so I spent the next few hours of my day pushing a trolley, and pulling Charlie, around the local supermarket. It was obvious he hadn't been in here for years, and he wasn't enjoying himself as I grabbed ingredients for healthy and easy meals from the shelves.

The whole time we were in the store I had the strange sensation that someone was following me, but every time I looked around I never saw anything unusual.

While I was thinking about which vegetables I might be able to persuade Charlie to eat, I overheard him speaking to someone behind me.

"Good afternoon, Chief Swan. It's very nice to see you again."

"You're Carlisle's youngest, right?"

"Yes, my name is Edward."

"Right, Edward. You haven't changed a bit since the last time I saw you!"

"I am told that I am blessed with my mother's young looks."

"So, what brings you back to Forks? I was under the impression that your family wouldn't be returning."

"We did not plan to return to Forks, but there was a medical emergency at the hospital that required Carlisle's experience. We are staying at our old house temporarily so that he can offer his knowledge."

"It's a damn shame he didn't want to stay here; he's the best doctor Forks has ever seen."

I turned around and cleared my throat then, uncomfortable that Charlie had gone so long without introducing me. They both turned to look at me, and I saw the boy's face for the first time.

He was young; probably 17 or 18, and he was beautiful in an unnatural sort of way. He had the look of a model, but I could only compare his perfect chiselled features to those of a statue of a Greek God. He was very pale; even paler than me, with an unusual bronze hair colour and strange animal-like topaz eyes. Although his expression only portrayed complete friendliness, there was something sinister about the way he looked at me.

"Sorry Bells," my dad finally said, moving towards me and placing a hand on my shoulder. "Edward, this is my daughter Bella. Bells, this is Edward Cullen. His family lived here in Forks till just before you moved here."

"Hi" I said politely, holding out my hand.

"Hello Bella." He replied, reaching out to shake hands. His touch made me visibly flinch; his skin was icy cold. He brought our hands up to his lips, making both Charlie and I blush awkwardly.

"We best get going, dad. I need to check in at the diner before it closes." I lied, making an excuse to get away from the boy. Something about him made me feel uncomfortable. His eyes were too intense, like he was trying to read my mind or something. And although I knew it was impossible, I could have sworn that he was holding his breath throughout the entire conversation.

"Of course, I do apologise for keeping you." He said politely, still not breaking his unblinking gaze.

"Give my best to Carlisle." Charlie said as we started to walk away.

"I will, Chief Swan."

"He's weird." I commented when I knew we were out of hearing range.

"Should see the rest of the family, they're all a little… odd. All really intelligent though, and Carlisle is a brilliant doctor. It's a shame his wife wanted to move to LA."

"There are more of them?"

"Yeah, Carlisle and Esme, and the five kids they adopted. Well I guess they aren't really kids anymore, Edward's the youngest and he's the same age as you."

"He's the same age as me?" I asked in disbelief. I had never known a 22 year old to look so young, but then again I had been spending a lot of time around the Quileute boys who all looked much older than they actually were. I still struggled to remember that Sam was the only one of the pack over 21.

"Yeah, doesn't look it does he? I don't think he's aged at all since they first moved here when he started high school. Might have one of those hormone things that make people stop developing."

We finished the shopping and took it out to the truck, but when I went to put the trolley back the boy was there in the bay.

"Oh, hello again." He said in surprise, but I had a feeling that he wasn't surprised to see me again. "I meant to ask you earlier, I hear you own a diner?"

"Yeah, I bought it about 6 months ago." I told him, trying to put the trolley in place quickly so that I could move away.

"That's great, maybe I'll call in sometime. Where is it?"

"In La Push, right by First Beach." I told him proudly, but became angry when I saw him turn his nose up. "You don't like La Push?" I asked, daring him with my eyes to make some nasty racist comment about the people who were now my family.

"It's not that I don't like it, it's just a little crowded for my liking. Lots of tourists."

I snorted at the pathetic excuse, and stopped trying to be polite with him. "I guess I won't be seeing you again then, because I spend most of my time in La Push. Goodbye."

I heard him mutter something as I walked away, but chose to ignore him so that I could get back to Charlie. What kind of an excuse was that? La Push was hardly known as a tourist hotspot. And hadn't Charlie just told me that his family had moved to LA? Surely that place was swarming with tourists! Crazy boy.

I took Charlie and the bags of food back to his house, and spent the afternoon giving him lessons on how to make some simple meals so that he didn't always have to eat at the diner. He didn't seem to be remembering anything I told him, so eventually I gave up and decided I would make him an easy to follow recipe book when I had the chance. That way he would have no excuse not to cook for himself.

After saying goodbye to dad and making plans to see him later in the week, I walked down the drive to my truck and found a very short girl with cropped black hair standing beside it. She was probably a couple of years younger than me, and was very beautiful.

"Is this your truck?" she asked as I went to open the door.

"Um… yeah?" I replied, caught off guard. The girl was tiny and breathtaking to look at, so I couldn't understand why she would show any interest in my big bulky truck. I thought she would probably be more suited to some sort of sports car.

"I love it! Does it run well?" she asked, looking at me brightly. There was something eerily familiar about her, that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"Um no, not really." I answered honestly. "It's always breaking down, but I know a few great mechanics so it's not a big problem." I hopped into the cab, winding the window down as I spoke so that I could shut the door without seeming to be completely rude.

"Oh well that's handy." She said, still grinning widely and displaying a set of perfectly straight, brilliantly white teeth.

"Yeah it is. Well I better be going, I have to get to work." I lied for the second time today, starting the engine.

"Of course, it was nice speaking to you!" she said, smiling sweetly. "I'm Alice."

"Bella." I replied, giving a little wave as I pulled off into the road.

It wasn't until I was almost home that I realised why the girl had seemed familiar. The pale skin, the golden eyes, the perfect features. There was also the way she stared at me, not seeming to realise she was making me uncomfortable. She had to be Edward's sister.

When I got home the house was empty, so I took a shower then started on dinner. Wherever Jake was, I knew he would be back here in time to eat.

Sure enough as I pulled the lasagne out of the oven 45 minutes later, I heard the front door open and then felt a pair of warm arms wrap around my middle.

"Hi Jake." I laughed, trying my best to continue serving the food with Jake's body pressed close against me.

"Hey honey, is Charlie alright?" he asked, nuzzling my neck.

"Yeah, he had no food though so I took him shopping." I told him, turning in his arms and handing him a plate heaped with food.

"Sounds just like Billy." He said with a grin, kissing me on the cheek as he took the plate and sat at the table.

"Have Quil and Embry kept the garage afloat?" I asked, turning to join him with my own significantly smaller portion.

"Yeah, they've done really well. They had Brady and Colin helping out quite a bit, and Seth helped with the accounts side of things. We'll have to go away more often." He laughed.

"I wish! It was so nice to spend time together and not have to worry about getting to work."

"We work too much." He said, and I nodded in agreement.

"It's going to be weird going back to only seeing you when we get up for work and when we go to bed." I said, feeling sad when I realised I wouldn't be seeing as much of Jake now we were back to reality. "I really enjoyed spending time together while we were away."

"Me too, honey." He went quiet for a minute, seeming to be thinking about something. "How about if we take a couple of days every month, just to spend time together? We can go away sometimes, or sometimes we can just stay here and chill."

"And make use of our huge bed?" I added, knowing exactly what Jake was thinking when he thought of time alone.

"I like the way you think, Mrs Black." He said with a wink.

"I'll never get bored of hearing that." I told him, walking round the table to sit in his lap.

"Good. Because that's your name now for life, Bella Black."