A/N:

Hey everyone! How are things? Hopefully good, you guys deserve that much. So I was looking at my views and visitor numbers.. And WOWZERS! 2,511+ Views and 735+ Visitors. That is just hella awesome! I'm so happy, I could cry. Okay, but back to business. I have started writing my Godric/OC story and it should be posted soonish, I'm trying to balance out my writing between this current story and the True Blood one. And I am also thinking of revamping (hehe vamp XD, I know I'm super lame) my other story Back to the Start, which is my Supernatural/Teen Wolf crossover eventually. So if that is something you would be interested in, let me know! Side Note: I intend on posting a playlist for the music I think would go well with this story. Including those mentioned in the story itself. Personally, I will probably be on a Twenty one pilots binge while writing this story. No regrets, whatsoever. And that playlist will be linked in my bio on my profile. I started school on the 17th so I may not have a lot of time to update regularly, but I will keep doing this story.

To SweetestSarcasm: Thank you, like so much! I'm glad you have taken a liking to this story. While most people are not Twilight fans and I can agree that certain things rubbed me the wrong way as well, I plan on changing a few things towards the future. Eli is a character that is well rounded so her and Bella's friendship should be different than in other fanfictions. Which we will see when I can transition into New Moon. And as for longer chapters I do plan to write anywhere from 3,000-5,000 words per chapters. And I appreciate the compliments, it's not easy to write like I do in fact it takes days or weeks to figure out where I want to take certain things. But here is the new chapter for you.

ALSO TRIGGER WARNING FOR: Suicide, Self-harm, Scars. Discretion is advised.

Eli POV

I didn't catch a wink of sleep after figuring out that someone was in my room. As to how I managed to get a stalker within this time I have no fucking clue. I mean who would want to stalk me? I have only managed to piss off a couple people in my lifetime, including a disgruntled ex-boyfriend but I don't think he would come all this way just to be a creep. I don't have a lot of friends and after the incident I'm really not all that useful. But that's just my opinion.

I laid awake for hours just trying to figure this out and I have zero suspects. I have zip, zilch, zero. Nothing whatsoever which is kind of upsetting. You would think that after all the crime shows I watch on TV would inadvertently prepare me for something like this but nope.

I laid in bed for a few more minutes and with a sigh I got up to start the day. However, I realize now that its four o'clock in the morning and no sane person should be up at this time. As to how people do it I have no clue. Reaching for my phone I go to call Patrick.

Ring

Ring

Ring, and he picks up.

"Hello?" He asks groggily.

"Pat.." I say in a whisper.

"What is it El?" He asks worriedly. I can hear shuffling which tells me that he's awake.

I sigh shakily before replying, "I'm probably just going crazy but I laid down for a nap yesterday and woke up and I swear on everything that is good and holy that there was someone in my room."

"Are you sure?" He asks, his voice radiating concern.

"Yes, I woke up to someone in my room but when I turned on the light they were nowhere to be seen and my window was open. I thought I was imagining things but I would know if I had left my window open".

"Okay.. Do you have any idea why someone would be in your room?"

"No, I don't know why anyone would just watch me sleep for amusement. It's not exactly something that should be happening." I say.

"Well the most I could say is maybe be on guard. You know, take extra precautions. Maybe try to catch this person in the act."

"Pat.."

"Yes Sis?"

"You're a genius."

He laughs and I can tell that he agrees. We both agree to keep each other posted. Saying he'll be here on Saturday to visit after he gets settled at his grandmothers. I feel safer knowing he'll be near me. Big brothers always make you feel like that though. Oh well. I move to get my things for the day and I stop.

I look over to my desk and I see that something is out of place. After having my little panic attack last night I moved my sketchpad to my desk, making sure to close it. Privacy is something I am always accustomed to. I walk closer and examine everything. The pad is opened. To the drawing of Jasper.

'I know I closed this so it could only mean that someone was making themselves familiar with my work.'

This is the first clue. It's better than nothing really. After a while I noticed that my pictures were moved slightly. All of them. Someone obviously wanted to get a better look into my life.

'Sicko, you'd best believe I will catch you. I'm taking this as a challenge. Game on.' I smirk to myself.

I head to my closet to pick out today ensemble. Which consist of: A mint green tissue tee with thumb-holes, white skinny jeans and my black high top Chuck Taylors. Gotta love the skate shoes. I mean I love my combat boots but today is a sneaker kind of day, especially for a super sleuth.

'Might as well call me Nancy Drew. I'm getting to the bottom of this. Asap.'

I lay my clothes on my bed, grab my toiletries and head to the bath room for a shower. I step inside and grab a towel and precede to undress. My tattoo isn't sore which is always a good sign. I stare at it in the mirror while I cover my chest. The tattoo is beautiful and not painful in the sense that I don't feel the hurt from my sorrow. I miss them dearly. I sigh taking a moment, I look down at my wrists. I frown at the memory of the incident.

The lines stick out in contrast to my skin, they're reddish in color and jagged across my ivory skin. Grief is never easy. It can cause a person to do things that they normally wouldn't. In my case I guess you could understand why. I realize that after it was probably a bad idea in the long run, after 72 hour holding and no privacy I ended up speaking to a number of doctors who were concerned. I barely acknowledged their existence. But this incident, caused me to meet one of the most caring human beings; Patrick.

He didn't judge me but he gave me some advice. And after we spoke for hours, I realized that I could've missed out on this life. I may not have wanted to live but I chose to live on for my family. It's what they'd want.

I smile to myself while I prepare my shower. Once I'm in I do my hair and I relish the feel of the water, taking deep breaths. I relax, and I feel all of the tension leave my body. It's a wonderful feeling. I wash up and after I'm done, turn the water off. I step out wrapping myself in a towel. I head to the sink and quickly brush my teeth.

I finish up my not so normal morning routine and head back into my bedroom. I dry myself off then my hair. I pull on some blue hipster panties and a matching bra before pulling on my clothes. The tissue tee is thin so I paired it with a black camisole underneath. No showing of the skin. That's just not how I do things.

By the time I'm finished I head down stairs to get myself an apple and a mug of coffee that was still warm. Courtesy of Charlie. Anyone who knows me, knows I love me some caffeine. It's not exactly healthy but hey what are you gonna to do? Sipping at my coffee and allowing myself to be more awake than I was, feels in general, amazing. I take my time, having a ton of time to spare. Once I'm finished I placed the apple core in the trash and the mug in the sink.

I make my way back upstairs to grab my things for school. Placing my backpack on my bed I begin moving around the room for the essentials. Bringing my makeup along to put on in the car. I move the bag over my shoulder and turn off the lights. Once I make sure I have everything I need I head to the door. Before I leave I grab my sweater off the coatrack and put it on. Keys in hand, I open the door, lock it and trek down the driveway to my car.

I open the door and place my backpack on the passenger seat and close it after I'm situated. I grab my eyeliner, making quick yet perfect motions to create a cat eye effect. Impressive. And I say that in the truest sense. I mean do you know how hard it is to do your makeup perfectly? Let alone on the first try. That's just like a sign from above that today is destined to be a good day. I smile at my reflection in the mirror. Making sure to keep my cool for the day because goodness knows yesterday was an absolute disaster.

Driving to school, time passed fairly quickly. Before I could register anything I was pulling into my parking space. I took deep, even breaths. Making sure to not hyperventilate. That happens occasionally but not as often as before. Do you ever feel older, like your appearance is the same but mentally you're like 30? If that is indeed a thing, then that's how I feel. Most people would have given up by now. With everything that I've gone through, I'm surprised I haven't yet but then again I know I can deal. Pure will, is what can help you in times of need. If you give up then that's the end but if you tell yourself things will get better then they will. That's exactly how I'm going to deal with it. Persevere, that's what we do.

'Alright, no more pep talk girlie! Get your ass in there and give them hell.' I smirk at my tough inner voice.

I get my things and exit the car, ear buds firmly situated in my ears with the music on full blast. People are staring now as I begin to walk to the front steps of the school. Mostly everything in my vision has been blocked out in a sense, it's just me and the music. I call this the void. An area of my mind dedicated to me and only me. I like this place. What? I know I'm antisocial, deal with it.

I feel the urge to look to my left and as soon as I move to do so, someone taps me on the shoulder. I look to see who it was and what do you know? It's my favorite neighborhood pixie. I smile at Alice warmly, I then take the earbuds out of my ears before turning to fully face her.

"Hi Eli!." She chirps brightly.

"Twello, Ali." I replied.

"I know yesterday was tough on you so I was wondering if you would like to wait with us until school starts?" She asked in a thoughtful manner. The look on her face was that of a slight pout, hoping for me to say yes.

I nodded slowly before I grinned at her. She grabbed my wrist and began pulling me over to where her siblings we're parked. I looked up at the remaining four siblings and smiled warmly.

"Hey guys!" I said.

They quickly all said their proper hellos. But the bronze haired boy, introduced himself.

"Hello Eli, I'm Edward Cullen." He said.

"It's nice to meet you." I said in a truthful manner. They all seem so polite and kind. This much I know, at least so far.

"Likewise." He replied with a smile.

Emmett eventually began to fidget and asked me some questions, as did Alice.

"So where did you move from?" Emmett asked.

"I'm originally from here, but I lived in Los Angeles before coming back here." I replied.

"Is the weather a big change from California?" Edward asked.

"It is but it's a nice change, I was never one for the heat and the rain is calming."

Edward nodded and seemed satisfied my answer. I turned to the blonde siblings and I engaged a conversation with Rose. We happily chatted and laughed together which was nice. Jasper, however, chose to follow my every move. It seemed as he was sizing me up or calculating me and everything I do. It made me feel a tad uneasy judging from the way my stomach was churning. As if by some form of magic he turned his gaze elsewhere. And for that I was thankful.

The bell rang and we parted ways, school was how I I expected it. I went through my classes which had a Cullen in them to keep me company. Rightfully so since I causes myself to become a social pariah. That didn't bother me, I stood up for people and I do not regret doing so. But in that the only person I really talked to that day was Angela. She is such a sweetheart.

Today was a bit different since it was Friday but another factor was in play. Bella would be arriving today. I was to set up her room for her while Charlie went to pick her up from the airport. Which he was excited about. Bella was indeed his pride and joy, although I will admit when I found out Renee had left with Bella and tow, it was really hard on him. My heart felt for him, it really did.

I wondered if Bella was the same as I remembered. Because if so, Forks will not know what hit them. We never caused trouble but we were adventurers and truth seekers. We had quite a thirst for knowledge. Which we learned as children while exploring and reading.

It wouldn't be long until Charlie and Bella would be arriving so I all but sprinted out of class to my car. Getting inside safely before turning the ignition and speeding off. I did however catch a glimpse of the Cullen's before I drove away like a bat out of hell. I waved at them before turning my attention back to the road.

It was super hard to follow the traffic laws because of my excitement but I managed. I pulled into the driveway, turned the car off and all but bolted to the front door. I placed my key in the door and unlocked it. I threw my sweater back on the coatrack and ran upstairs. I quickly set my things in my bedroom and went to Bella's room. Or soon to be room I don't know how to phrase things.

I found that most everything was in place but the bed spread and lamps needed to be placed. I don't know where Bella's insane hoarding of lamps came from but it's really weird. I plugged in all the light sources including her fairy lights above her bed. We always had an inane fascination with them as children.

I finished everything in record time. Shaking the invisible dirt off of my hands as I smirked to myself. If you hadn't noticed already I am incredibly efficient. It's like a race against myself to see if I can out do myself. But that's just me and I'm okay with it. No one ever really seems to mind anyways.

I then decided to head back into my bedroom to do some homework and to call Patrick. We all know what I did first.

Ring

Ring

Ring… He picks up.

"Hello little sister! How was your day?"

"It was fine.. HEY! Who You calling little?!" I ask in mock outrage.

"UHH. You duh! I don't have another sibling who is by definition shorter than me."

I huffed, annoyed.

"Hey don't be like that El. I was kidding."

"I know, I know. I'm just excited!"

"Oh yeah I kinda forgot your bestie slash sister Bella was coming."

"First of all, she is my sister but the bestie title is reserved for a new friend."

"New friend? I haven't heard anything about new friends. Have you been holding out on me?"

"NO. It just slipped my mind. But anyways I met a group of adopted siblings who are really decent people. One of which is my bestie."

"Uh huh, and what is this besties name?"

"Her name is Alice and she's like a pixie, she's uber adorable."

I then told him about the rest of the Cullen's making sure to save Jasper for last. For what real reason I couldn't discern why.

"Okay but you said there was one more. Who is it?"

"Well.. His name is Jasper, he's really quiet and seems kind of antisocial. He avoids contact like the plague but he seems really sweet." I hadn't noticed that my voice had dropped a little when I spoke. But Pat sure as hell did.

"Oh God" He groaned I mock pain.

"What?!" I asked.

"You've got yourself a crush, don't you?"

I felt my face heat up and I know I couldn't deny it. I stayed quiet for the longest time.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" He asked worriedly.

"Yeah, It's just that.. I know he could never want to be with me. I'm horribly fucked up beyond repair.. And no one would ever want to deal with that." I said sadly.

"BULLSHIT! You know that is far from the truth. Anyone would be lucky to have you. But not all of them are worthy of you. You are so tough, you've persevered through so much. You could've given up at anytime but you didn't. You're a fucking ray of sunshine. You are compassionate and loving. So don't ever say that shit again, you hear me?!"

I sniffled before answering.

"Thanks.. That means the world to me, Pat."

I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway and I knew that they were home.

"Pat! I gotta go, Bella is home."

"Go get her tiger!"

I hung up the phone and scurried downstairs to the living room, barely containing myself. I kept waiting for them to walk inside, switching my weight from foot to foot.

I heard and saw Bella and Charlie walking up the front porch steps. I bit my lip to silence myself.

'Oh my gosh, she's really here. It's been way too long.'

As soon as I thought that, the door opened and I pounced on Bella like a lion would a gazelle. She chuckled and returned the hug immediately. I was a hugger after all and although she never was one for affection she always knew better than to tell me otherwise. I withdrew from the hug to get a better look at her.

She had the same chocolate brown eyes, which she inherited from Charlie. The slightly wavy brown hair. Her heart shaped face was less chubby than it used to be. She was also I half of an inch shorter than I was. I kind of felt relieved that she was a tid bit shorter than myself.

"Bell's, I have to say that I've hella missed you."

"Believe me Eli, the feeling is most definitely mutual." She said as she smiled at me."

Charlie then interrupted and went to show Bella her room, which she liked, courtesy of moi. She then moved onto unpacking and Charlie soon excused himself to watch the flat screen downstairs. She brought quite a bit od stuff with her but luckily she had me to help. Once we were finished we chatted and Charlie announced we would be going to the diner.

~Time Goes On~

Dinner was pleasant enough but I knew we would start eating in more when we actually got around to grocery shopping this weekend. Home cooked meals are mine and Bella's specialty. After we arrived home we all went our separate ways to sleep for the night. Saying goodnight I went to my bedroom to prepare for bed.

I pulled some sleep clothes out of my dresser and closet. I ended up grabbing a navy blue thermal Henley and a pair of sweat pants. I quickly change and throw my outfit into the hamper. I feel fucking snuggly warm. I put my phone on the charger and move over to my bedroom window. I unlocked it, which yes could be a problematic idea but I want to test a theory.

'Let's see if you make an appearance tonight.'

I walk back towards my bed and pull the duvet back, before sitting down on the bed. I placed my legs under the covers first. Then I arranged my pillows to my liking. Half laying down and half sitting up I turn off my lamp. I pull the covers over my torso and place my body comfortably. I laid my head down and closed my eyes lightly.

I began to count the seconds for breathing in and out.

'Inhale for three seconds, exhale for six. Inhale for three, exhale for six.'

I continue this until I fall into a peaceful yet dreamless sleep.

~Time Goes On~

I awake without opening my eyes, realizing that the presence had made its second appearance. I keep my breathing steady to not make the intruder aware that I am awake. I stayed still and as quite as I could be for the longest time. The person had move a tad closer to me, and that's when I let 'em have it.

"You know it's kind of creepy and stupid when you sneak into someone's house, who happens to have the Sherriff down the hall you know."

The person jolted slightly and I thought he or she would've made a run for it by now. But I went on to speak again.

"Also, watching people sleep is really weird so I would recommend, like stopping."

"My apologies." A male voice spoke.

"Who are you?" as I began to slowly open my eyes.

The figure stood, shrouded in darkness. I could barely make out who it was.

"Someone who's been waiting a long time for you."

I furrowed my brow in confusion, trying to piece together what that meant, and within a blink of an eye, he was gone.

A multitude of questions flooded my thoughts.

'Who?'

'What?'

"When?"

And finally the last one.

'How?'

'I've been waiting on you… What does that even mean?'

I think for the longest time trying to piece it all together.

And then it hits me.

I had a dream, and I remember the voice told me that it will be waiting for me…. Then it went and called me 'Darlin'.

I honestly don't know what is happening but I do know; nothing good can come from this.