Here's a new story!!! It's called:

Finding Beauty within the Beast.

Hope you like it!

I'm planning on it to be rated teen, so sorry, no lemons for you!

Besides, I'm only 12, turning thirteen in…5 days.

I don't know much about how the 'dirty deed' goes on.

And I don't want to, that would be scarring.

Anyways, I'll still be writing 'Running with the Wolves', but this story has been in my head for awhile and it finally found it's way to paper, now the internet.

This story is based on twilight and some other book, but I don't remember the name, sorry to the author of it!!!

Virtual cookie for who read that---^

Disclaimer: I don't own twilight, or the other book. I DO own my dog( Which I am very ticked off at, he chewed my book cover. Dang it. All well. He only has what? * toys to chew on? Nooooooo apparently that's not enough. Plus, the book cover was on the TABLE!!!!) OK, I'll stop my ranting and get on with the story now.

Dang dog….

Enjoy!

BPOV:

My cab turned off of the highway, eventually leading to a familiar, secluded road, with rose bushes, in full bloom, lining the road with silent beauty. MY hands were folded tightly across my lap.

My brown eyes darting around me, surveying the white Victorian mansion that had been my home. Up until about a year ago, that is.

For months, I had been longing to see the Redwood Estate again. The thing is, I knew this would be a bittersweet homecoming

My cab slowed to a creep, in front of the four curved and shined marble steps, which lead to the front porticoes. The cab driver turned to ask me a question.

"Which door, miss?"

I sigh, "Service entrances, please." I replied, trying not to stutter with the tears prickling in my eyes, daring to spill over.

The motor revved once again and sped to the rear of the home. I paid the driver his dues, and he then helped me with my two suitcases at the foot of the steps and drove away.

I paused for a moment to look at the boxwood-enclosed terrace that separated the home form the rather large lawn, which lead to a small tributary of the Elizabeth River, flowing towards Chesapeake Bay.

After a few minutes and a couple deep breathes, I straightened my shoulders and rang the doorbell.

While waiting, I wondered:

Who would answer? Would it be Edward Cullen himself? Would it be Mrs. Weber,(Yes, Angela, I wanted to fit her in) the housekeeper who decided to stay behind while my family and I moved away?

My speculation ended when the door opened to reveal a young woman, maybe in her early twenties wearing a light green uniform and a fake smile.

A total stranger to me.

I cleared my throat and finally spoke.

"I'm Isabella Swan, Bella for short; I have an appointment with Mr. Cullen."

It came out more like a question, rather than a statement.

This way please," the maid said, motioning to a hallway that connected the service quarters to the main section of the house.

I had lived here almost all of my life, I'll admit, it was rather weird being treated as a house guest.

Don't look at his face. Don't look at his face. I mentally repeated over and over.

To act as my dad's representative, I couldn't antagonize Edward Cullen.

Do NOT look at his face! I reminded myself one last time before knocking on the thick, oak door.

A deep, pleasant voice sounded through the doors.

"Come in.

EPOV

Today was the day Charlie Swan's daughter, well, one of them would arrive to help out around the house.

She's going to stare at my face.

The thought of my ruined face sickened me, then, it angered me.

I cried out before a knocked over a plant, that had been on my desk.

I sighed, still angry.

But not about my face.

Just about the fact that I still let it get to me.

I bent down and picked up the broken pot and called for Irina to come clean up the mess.

I could clean it up on my own, but god knows what damage I could do with a broom.

Like bust a window.

I may be 20, but I know that breaking a window isn't the wisest choice to make.

Especially with someone visiting.

Irina came in with a broom and dust pan, I did help her with cleaning some of it though.

She looked at my face once, while leaving.

Mistake for her.

I saw the look of horror on her face, just before she practically ran out of the run.

The same look of horror as everyone else had, who saw my face, and the same way of 'walking' out of the room.

I'm used to it by now.

It still bothered be however.

But, I refrained my self from causing any more destruction to the room.

I checked my emails and sat down with nothing to do.

Well, with only one thing to do.

So I did just that.

I waited for Isabella Swan to arrive.

She was to help pay off her dad's debt to me by working for me, for just a little while.

I heard a car pull up front.

It was silent for a few moments, with the excuse of the running motor, the car revved and raced to the back.

I could only think of two words.

She's here.

I sighed and straightened out my office as I waited for her to come up the steps and knock on the door.

After I couldn't possibly straiten the room out anymore, I sat back down and waited.

I heard the cab drive away, then the doorbell rang.

Silence.

Irina, one of the housekeepers, answered the door.

I could her voiced, but they were too muffled by the thick doors to make any distinctions.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

Let's just hope she isn't like all the others and stares at my face.

One can only hope.

The footsteps were getting closer, now I could hear only one pair.

Isabella's.

Knock – knock

I sighed once before answering the knock.

"Come in."

I hoped she could actually hear me through the doors.