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Forks, Washington, 2008
Isabella Marie Whitlock Mason Cullen's POV:

It was times like these when I wondered what I had possibly done in my human life to deserve such a cruel fate. I was a pretty average girl, possibly a little stubborn, but I didn't harm anyone! Maybe the fates just don't like brunettes? That was a sad assumption and I knew it. I was just that unlucky. Maybe that was another bonus to my power…supreme bad luck. Maybe I would buy a black cat during my next travel…no it would probably starve to death with me.

After one hundred and sixty four years of living, I was still the same sarcastic teenager I was before I was turned. I had spent the last twenty four years running from the Volturi. Ever since I had washed dup on the shores of the U.S I had been incognito. I had never stayed in one place for too long, living like the nomad I had become. Unlike the first time I had traveled the globe, I was now running for my freedom. Sure I ran from Kara, but she didn't really have a clue where I was nor did she want to waste her precious newborns on the hunt.

I would confuse the Volturi by running around in one state, getting on a plane, and then circling back to where I had begun. I stayed a little longer than I should have in Oregon, and I had to pay for that mistake. Demetri picked up on my scent and chased me out of the state. I could sense him with my shield, and any time I stopped running he would get a few miles closer. I hopped onto the nearest plane and flew out of there. Little did I know, I had flown to Russia, Moscow.

I tried to avoid all contact with my worldwide family. I didn't want them getting involved in my problems. I stayed in big cities to confuse my scent even more. One day in the late nineties, when I was traveling through the desert, I accidently 'bumped' into the Egyptian coven.

"Bella!" Kebi and Tia screeched at the same time while throwing themselves onto me. I laughed as I hugged them closer to my body. All thoughts of the Volturi had left my mind. It had been so long since I had seen any of them, and in vampire years it felt like centuries.

"Kebi! Tia!" I giggled as I squeezed them tighter against my slender form. They helped me back to my feet but not for long when I was tackled back to the ground by Amun and Ben. Amun lightly hugged me and let my stand on my own, but Ben's grip around my waist was like a vice. He wouldn't let go.

"We missed you so much. Too much. You HAVE to stay with us, or at least longer than two years! Please!" he did his best puppy dog expression and I laughed out loud at the seriousness in his eyes. He couldn't pull it off half as good as I could and he knew it.

Then his words seemed to settle into my mind and I frowned. Noticing my quickly changed emotions, Amun stepped closer to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "Bella you seem…off." I nodded mutely and Ben let his hand slip from my waist so he could step in front of me next to Tia.

"What's wrong?" He asked in all seriousness. I sighed and looked around at the landscapes but was brought back to earth when Kebi started to shake my shoulder yelling my name. I couldn't lie to them and it would be best if they knew. This way I wouldn't have to worry about them trying to find me. But then again, they would now hold precious knowledge that the guards would kill for. They would be just as much as a target as I was.

"I continued to travel and I ran into another cove. This coven wasn't like all the others I had met….because there was something special holding me to them. Like I just couldn't leave…" I trailed off. This was harder than I thought I would be. I could tell Amun figured it out because his entire face lit up and he looked like a proud father.

"You found your mate, didn't you?" At that question, Ben, Tia, and Kebi's heads snapped towards me and looked at me with wide eyes. They were excited I could tell and I would be blushing ten shades of red had I been mortal. I bit my lip and nodded my head. I heard two girly squeals and felt two boulders slam into me.

I stood up with them and they backed off looking at me like I was Jesus. I snorted at that inside thought. "WHO?" They both shouted at the same time. "Yes…who?" Ben asked with a hostile attitude. Oh boy, he would be taking the role of the over protective big brother. I looked back at the curious eyes and mumbled, "Edward Cullen."

"No way!" Kebi screamed while Tia shouted, "I knew it! You guys are so perfect for each other!" I smiled at them and looked at Ben for his approval. He frowned at me and then I saw a slight twitch of his lips and he smiled. I lunged for him and hunged him. "Thank you!" I yelled like a little girl. He just laughed and playfully shoved me off him. Amun looked pleased as if he already knew we would end up together.

"Wait! So if you two are lovers, what are you doing all the way out here?" Tia asked with a concerned and worried voice. I felt my heart chip off another piece as my empty chest clenched in pain. The agony was coming at me full force and I was thankful I didn't have to breath. I closed my eyes and inhaled through my nose.

"Bella…." Ben trailed off sounding like he was asking me a question. I opened my eyes to see their worried faces and knew this was it. I was going to tell them…everything. "We got married and I met the rest of the Cullen family, all lovely and amazing people. They truly did become my family and I become a part of their coven. I helped Carlisle when Emmett and Rosalie were changing. And yes, they are new members. We were a happy complete family for five years, until one day we were out hunting. I caught the scent of a newborn and I know I should have called for help, but I figured I already had seen the worst of them. It was all a trick. I was dragged back by Kara and another leader named Maria. They toured me for years, starving me and beating me. Finally when I become useful to them, they let me loose. We were going to invade the Volturi and I almost escaped, but I was captured by the guards. I escaped Aro but he is hunting me still. I can't go back home because I am afraid he will find me and kill my family." I finished realizing that I was sobbing.

Amun looked completely horrified, Kebi looked distraught, Tia looked like she would be on the verge of tears, and Ben looked outraged. "Those bastards! Wait 'till I get my hands around those fucking idiots, I will break them like a twig!" Ben snarled out while Tia glared angrily at the ground. "It's so unfair…" she muttered trailing off. Yes it was.

After that little reunion they promised to never bring me up again. I didn't want them I trouble and I already knew Amun was petrified of even the word Volterra. They told me to be safe and wished me luck. Also, they said if they ever see the Cullen's sometime in the future, they would tell them I am alive and safe but in hiding. I told them to make sure that none of the Cullen's would come looking for me.

I sighed as the memories flew through my head like a twister, tearing down the carefully constructed walls of my mind. I had decided it was time to move again. Once more I was dreadfully packing my luggage and hoping onto the nearest transportation I could find. It just so happened that I was trying a new approach at hiding this time. I was going to blend into a human populated town off the coat of the Northern Pacific Ocean. I was going back home to Forks. I knew I still couldn't risk being near my family, but I knew they probably moved on. They wouldn't be in Forks, possibly in risk of trajic memories. I knew if it were any other rainy town…possibly names Spoons…I wouldn't have come back here. It hurt…a lot.

I planned on residing there for at most three years. I would pose as a sophomore due to my small frame. I couldn't pass of as a junior, let alone a senior. My cover story was that I am orphaned because my family died in a triadic house fire three years back. All their money and other possessions were passed down to their only living relative. I wasn't eighteen yet, but I had my friend in South America, Zafrina, pose as my 'mother' when (or if) they needed to call home.

I leaned closer to the windshield and looked up at the sky. Voluminous grey clouds covered the should-have-been-blue sky. It looked like it would rain, but then again this town never did have a sunny day. That was another advantage of moving here. I wouldn't have to worry about any humans discovering the next species of Tinkerbelle's if they caught me I the sun.

I snorted at the stupidity of my own thoughts. I knew I was getting closer to my house so I pressed down further on the petal of my black Range Rover sport. God I loved cars, I was so happy when Ford released their first models. They are so much better than a smelly stubborn hoarse and carriage. Another small bonus of being a vampire, you got to see the world around you like no one else ever had. I watched it grow and new things being born, and all in all it was magnificent. Then again, the last few decades were spent running for my life. I didn't get to explore the new technologies as much as I would have.

I found the small black mailbox that would never be used and knew I had arrived. I pulled up onto the long winding drive in the middle of the woods. The dirt that was once the driveway turned to pebbles and soon I was parked in front of a fairy large house made of brick and had a few vines traveling up the sides. Above the front entrance was a beautiful balcony that looked over the fast landscape of the forest leading down to the almost abandoned road. The backyard was entirely forest, minus the tiny river that flowed peacefully into another stream. The top of the house was sporting a gothic style and all the windows were rounded on top. It was a very elegant house and it practically screamed vampire. I loved it! (All pic's on profile!)

I hopped out of my car and took the key off me necklace. The key to the house was so pretty, I just had to incorporate it with my jewelry. And I wouldn't forget it now! It had a circle on top which was studded and held a star in the middle. The key itself held a small flag as the piece that would be inserted into the door and the bottom looked like a sword end. As you could tell, my style was elegant and gothic. I guess that's what you get when you've been through what I have been through.

I unlocked the door and stepped inside the house. It was divine with its white marble floors and pillars. To my right was a sunken den and to my left was a dining room. In front of my held a side stair case that spiraled slightly and showed the banister. A large crystal chandelier hung from the highest point of the celling and gave off the soft glow of the walls and eliminated the light that came in through the window.

I couldn't help but squeal like a little girl as I dropped my bags to the floor and ran with vampire speed to my room. I raced down the hallway that was already decorated with paintings galore and found my white and black door at the end of the hall. I swung open the door and felt my jaw go slack. I knew I had asked the renovators to make it look diving, but this was absolutely perfect! (Once again- all pic's on profile!)

It had a high celling with floor length windows that looked out over the giant tree tops. I could probably reach a hand out and grab a leaf that was how close I was to the trees. It was remarkable that I could get so much light in the room. The floor was black with a few white throw down rugs. My bed was a modern black frame with white sheets and pillows. My drawers, chairs, and nightstand were made of the same black wooden material that complimented the room greatly. Behind my bed was a giant white wall draped on each side with black curtains that matched the windows curtains. A giant mirror was perched on my dresser drawers and a walk in closet and bathroom were on either side of the room. A huge desk was sat near the space between the large windows. I knew I could place all my drawings and journals there. I looked once more and sighed in relief when I saw the fairly large black book shelf. Now my room was complete.

I giggled as I launched myself at my bed and sunk into the mattress. I needed to pack but for now I just let my head real. Tomorrow would be the first day I start Fork's High home of the mighty Spartans. I don't remember much about school and even if I did, I bet it wouldn't apply to modern day schools. Women my age were hardly educated back then, but now we could have women running our nation! Of course, I would probably start a riot if I ran for president. Vampire for president….I chuckled again.

The next morning I heard my alarm clock beeping with an annoying frequency that got louder as the seconds ticked by. I know, I know…why the hell did I need an alarm clock when I didn't sleep? Well I was always occupied with things and I would realize the time, so I decided to buy one. It did come in handy though, seeing how I was currently writing in my journal.

I skipped over to my walk in closet and scanned the mass shelf's quickly before an outfit popped into my mind. I put on a pair of tight black jeggings and a white graphs T-shirt with my dark green combat jacket and a pair of white lace up high heels. It didn't scream whore like most of the outfits I had seen on the 21st century teens, and I felt more comfortable in in. I walked to my bathroom and decided I wouldn't wear any makeup and just left my hair in its long slightly wavy locks that fell to my waist.

I glanced at the clock and felt like slapping myself in the face. It was 7:45 and I had to be at school around 8:00. I ran downstairs and grabbed my slouchy tan leather fringe bag and tossed my tattered copy of Weathering Heights into it. I have read that book over a thousand times, literally, yet I just couldn't stop reading. I started to read some Shakespeare and even a few Hitchcock, but I just couldn't stop reading Emily Brontë.

I ran to the front door and locked it with my necklace before hopping into the driver's seat of my car and revving the engine to life. I flinched at the volume of the music the blared through the speakers. I guess I forgot to lower the volume yesterday. I plugged in my phone and started to shuffle through songs. My favorite band, Muse, came on and I drummed along on my steering wheel. I heard a slight plop over the soft sound of music and looked up to see a massive rain cloud floating in the air. I rolled my eyes. Of course it was going to rain. More and more drops fell until the streets were almost entirely drenched.

As I pulled into the parking lot, it miraculously stopped down pouring and only drizzled. I turned off the radio and pulled out my keys before stepping out and slamming the door shut and locking my car. I kept my head down as I felt all the stares on my face. I started to hear the whispers…

"That's the new girl? DAMN I want a piece of that fine ass!"

"Ewe. She looked like a whore."

"I heard she is a complete bitch and got suspended for beating the crap out of a teacher who failed her"

"I can probably get her number before fourth period ends!"

"I should ask her to Shaun's party on Friday! Let's hope she has blackouts…'

"She better stay the fuck away from Johnny. That boy is mine."

"Screw Johnny, she better stay the fuck away from any breathing life form in this school with testosterone!"

I smirked at that last comment. I hoped she didn't mind me messing around with any nonliving males. I cringed after I thought that and felt my heart get tighter in my chest. The only person, mortal or not on this planet that could ever hold my love, was Edward.

Inwardly sighing, I opened the door to the main office and was assaulted with the smell of coffee beans and old people. I walked over to the front desk and looked down at a grey haired women in her mid-fifties. She kept typing away at the prehistoric computer and pushed her glasses farther on her nose. I cleared my throat and she jumped pushing her chair backward a little. I heard her heart skip and then beat faster. I chuckled darkly, great way to give someone a heart attack Bella!

"H-Hello dear….w-what can I do for y-you?" The elderly women asked in a wary voice. She was obviously still calming down from her near heart attack. "I am the new student here. My name is Isabella Swan from New York." I decided to go with the last name Swan because I just so happened to be watching Black Swan when I came up with it. And New York was just another cover up if anyone asked why I was so pale. It wouldn't make sense if I had said something like Phoenix Arizona.

"O-Of course. Let me just pull up your schedule…" she trailed off typing my name into the computer. She pulled out a few sheets and a small booklet with the picture of the school on the front cover. "Here you go darling, have a wonderful first day at Forks High!" I smiled at her and murmured a polite "thank you."

I looked down at my schedule…

1st period- AP English -Mr. Bernie

2nd period- Trigonometry –Mrs. Green

3rd period- Italian – Mrs. Esposito

4th period- Study hall -Mrs. Norbert

5th period-Art – Mrs. Harrell

6th period- AP Global History – Mr. Pierce

7th period-Lunch

8th period- Biology – Mr. Banner

9th period- Gym -Coach Morgan

It didn't look too bad, and I had advanced placement History and English just like I had requested. And my art elective will keep me looking forward for something fun. I already knew most of the stuff they would teach us, although I loathed math so maybe I would pay some extra attention in that class.

I walked over to my English class and sat down in the back. A few more students poured in and once in a while they would glance back at me. A brave soul came over to me and sat down in the seat to my right. He had a baby face that the girls here would call 'hot' along with blue eyes and blonde hair. He seemed pretty full of himself and from his body structure I could tell he was a jock making him probably popular.

"The names Mike, Mike Newton. You're Isabella Swan, right?" Oh god, here we go again. I just nodded towards him and set all my focus on the teacher. After about five minutes into class, Mike decided to talk to me again.

"I'm sorry, where you talking to me?" He asked in a cocky tone. I knew it. I looked at him confused, had I missed something? "Um…no?" He smirked and leaned in to say, "Well then, please start." I snorted and rolled my eyes. Great, he was another cheesy pick up line guy. Perfect.

"I think you should shut up and pay attention. You might need it to pass this class" I muttered to him, annoyance clear in my voice. He shuffled closer to me as the teacher started his lesson. I tried to pay attention, but the dumb fool kept whispering.

"I know English! I'm a master at it! Watch this…Roses are red, violets are blue, how would you like it if I came home with you?" I closed my eyes shut tightly and gripped the desk. If this moron didn't shut up, I might just expose vampire's right here right now.

"If you came home with me, I might give you one hell of a problem." I seethed out while slowly turning my glare to face the smiling idiot. He thought for a second then smirked wider and said, "Baby you're like a student and I am like a math book, you solve all my problems."

I bared my teeth at him and whispered out ferociously, "Look you probably spend most of your time in school trying to pick of 'chicks' with your shitty pickup lines. News flash, I'm not like the other girls, thank God for that. You should really pay attention more. I bet you don't even know the fucking alphabet."

He leaned in even closer so now his head was near mine and I backed up. He smiled largely and replied, "I know the alphabet just fine sugar. If I could rearrange it, I'd put I and U together." I blanched at him. Did he ever give up? Summoning the most vicious glare I could, I growled out at him, "Really? 'Cause I'd put F and U!" That did it. He stared opened mouthed at me and his eye lids formed a perfect 0. The bell rang and I smirked at him, "Better luck next time Newton." I walked out of the classroom leaving a gob-smacked hormonal jackass in English. Not to self: Stay far away from Mike Newton.

I walked into math and was greeted by a friendly looking teacher in her early thirties with dirty blonde hair and a sundress. She was very kind, and I could tell I would like this class. She didn't bother me often and she didn't mind me sitting in the back either. In fact, I actually leaned some things in this class and no one bothered to neither flirt with me nor glare at me. It was official: Math DIDN'T suck…that badly.

I smiled to myself as I made my way to my third period Italian class. When you have all the time in the world, you tend to get bored. While I was traveling, I picked up many languages, one of them being Italian. I am partially Italian as well, not by much…maybe 25%? But anyway, it still counted in my mind.

I sat in the back as usual and started to write in my journal. I was just getting to the climax of one of my stories when I smelt a god awful liquid candy smell. It was really strong and very sticky like. A girl with bleached blonde hair and a fake tan walked in followed by another girl with tissues in her bra and sticky red lipstick on. These must be the 'popular' girls.

The one with the bleached hair sat in front of me and the one with the tissues in her bra sat on her left. I saw the brunette glance back at me and she 'subtly' nudged the blonde and rolled her eyes back to me. I pretended like I didn't see anything and continued to write.

Just then, a short busty looking teacher in her mid-forties walked in with disarrayed hair and piles of papers in her hands. "Buon Giorno studenti!" She said in a happy voice that I could detect some annoyance in. Someone must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed. "Ciao Signora Esposito." Mumbled the class. I continued to write my stories and occasionally would answer Mrs. Esposito's questions. I could tell she was impressed and slightly aggravated. I probably knew more than she did.

Half way through the class, someone's perfectly polished pink nails slammed on my desk. I bit back a groan and looked up. The blonde and brunette girls were staring me down like hawks. I believe I was the predator here. But in their eyes, I was the prey.

"Look new girl, I don't know who the hell you like think you are. But you better like stay away from Mike." The brunette said in a nasally voice. I raised an eyebrow at her. "With pleasure" I said sickly sweet. She glared at me and the blonde one intercepted anything she was about to say. "I don't know who you like…think you are. But this is like my school. So you better like stay away from like the guys, got it?"

I rolled my eyes at her and said, "Like yeah!" In an over exaggerated voice. She sneered at me and muttered, "Freak." I've been called worse honey. They turned back around and the bell rung. I got up and the blonde one 'accidently' bumped into my shoulder. I didn't drop my books like she hoped but turned around to glare at her. "Watch where your walking. Stay away from me. And if you EVER speak to me like that again, I wouldn't bother showing up to school the next day." She actually looked nervous, then when she saw the awed faces of the small crowd around his she flicked her hair over her shoulder and rolled her eyes at me.

While I was walking through the halls, a small Asian girl ran over to me out of breath. "Wow, did you really just do that?" She asked in awe. I looked down at her and rose and eyebrow, still walking forward. "Do what?" I said as I entered the library for study hall. I guess she had this period as well. "Say that to Lauren and Jessica!" She exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing ever. In a sense I guess it was. No one ever stood up to the populars.

"Yes I did. They were accusing me for flirting with Newton and I needed to set things straight." She stared at me like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. I saw practically her savior. "Wow…that was…amazing! OH! My name is Angela by the way…" She trailed off suddenly shy. I smiled at her, she seemed nice. "Hello Angela, I'm Be-", "I know who you are" She rushed out then blushed like a tomato. I sighed remembering when I did that. "Oh really?" I asked teasing her slightly. She mutely nodded her head in embarrassment then added, "Everyone here knows your name. You're practically a legend, and after word spreads about what happened in Italian, you will be a legend."

I groaned at that. I wanted to be the silent creepy one, not the bitchy obnoxious new girl. Angela sat next to me at a table while we talked all period long. Study hall was basically a free period, I normally would have written but I decided to get to know this possible future friend. She was a very kind girl and I quickly found out she had a 'thing' for Eric Yorkie. Hhhmmm…I promised myself I wouldn't interfere but I owed it to Angela after she had been so nice to me. Maybe I would get them together one day.

The bell rang and I said my goodbye to Angela. I walked to Art and felt content with the amount of silence that surrounded me. All the art kids in this school were kind of loners, so they really just listened to their bearable music and painted on canvas. I put my bag down at my feet and searched the room. Nope, not a Newton or Lauren in sight. Art would definitely be one of my favorite classes.

After I had finished painting, I realized what I had done wrong. I normally would just draw or paint without knowing what I was drawing or painting. I just paid attention to my music and let my mind drift. So when I looked down to see the sunset of the desert back in Texas, I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I noticed the teacher behind me staring at it like it was the Mona Lisa. "M-Miss S-Swan…that's…outstanding!" I smiled at her comment but was mentally kicking myself on the inside. I didn't need more attention. "Thank you, I have been painting ever since I could hold a brush." I joked and she nervously laughed while walking back over to her desk. Great, that was the second teacher I had freaked out today.

My last class before lunch was AP global history. I already knew about most of the historical events, hell I was probably in some of them. I sat near the mid back of the class as more people filled in. I was glad I didn't have anyone annoying or perverted in my class. It seemed pretty decent…then the teacher walked in.

Mr. Peirce had many rumors running around school about his home life. He was divorced because he had cheated on his wife with a twenty two year old girl and was currently in a relationship with three females. What a douche bag. He walked into the class room, his greasy black hair slicked back with a very strong smelling gel. He looked like a creepy pedophile if you asked me, and from the rumors…who knew.

"Alright class, today we will be talking about the Confederates of the Civil War." That caught my attention. Two of my oldest brothers had been in the war, so I knew this topic hit a nerve. But I was still slightly happy to talk about it and reminisce in the glory of the southern men. "They would have won the war if they had actually used their brains instead of running into battle and throwing fists." What did he just say?

My eyes snapped open and I stared opened mouthed at him. He continued with his ridiculous speech. "They were just a bunch of lazy men wearing uniforms and getting drunk when they could. It's no wonder they lost." I felt a rage like no other build up inside of me. I stood up quickly, my chair creating a loud screeching noise that filled the silent room. Everyone's heads snapped to mine and the teacher's eyes widened.

"How would you know? That's just your own stupid and offensive opinion. The Confederates were brave men honoring what was rightfully theirs. They were proud to be southern men and they fought for their freedom from the north." The students stared at me like I had just declared world war three. In their minds, I might have.

The teacher looked red with anger and he glared at me. "Ah you must be the new girl…Ms. Swan. Now I know you're new to this school, but don't think that will be a free pass for you to disrupt my class. Please sit down." I stubbornly stood up and said, "Not until you get your facts straight." He looked furious and as he stated, "Now Ms. Swan, it is you that's incorrect. The Union was the brave ones, as for the Confederates…well the only action they hoped for was raping Northern nurses."

I was appalled and outraged. I was not going to sit here and take his crap. My brothers died in that war, and he was practically spitting on their graves. "Southern men have more class than that. They respected women and treated them with kindness. Northern were a bunch of pigs who only cared about the glory of wearing their stupid uniforms." If Mr. Pierce's face wasn't red before, he looked like he was about to explode now. "Ms. Swan! For the last time, sit down and stop this nonsense!"

I grabbed my book bag from my desk and shouted at him, "Only when you stop spouting crap! Get your facts straight or get a new job!" And with that I stormed out of his classroom. I walked into my car mumbling a bunch of profanities as I did. Who the hell gave that jackass the right to be such a dick? I sighed as I took out my drawing pad and started to sketch the forest near where my family and I used to live. Edward would take me to his special meadow and it soon become our secret place to go. I should visit it soon.

I heard the bell ring so I packed up and got out of my car. No doubt word about my outburst in class had spread and I would be the center of attention in the cafeteria. I got many looks as I walked inside, but I just kept looking at the floor. I walked inside the large and loud room, only to be assaulted with the smell of vampires.

My head snapped up and I was met with the golden eyes of my brother.

Jasper.

My mind blanked and my heart froze over with another thick layer of ice. He stared back at me as I was with him. He dropped his lunch tray and I saw him mouth my name, but I didn't hear it. I just turned around and ran.

Jasper Whitlock Cullen's POV:

School was such a waste of time. Not that time actually mattered. I had all the time in the world, but school…it just wasn't worth the bother. But my family and I had to play the role of a normal happy household full of teenagers and two parents, one posing as the local doctor. I didn't really matter where I was, as long as my wife and my family was with me. I sighed at that thought, my heart twitched in pain. I couldn't forget her but I did avoid thinking about her.

Edward was starting to catch on to my thoughts. It took him a few years to finally be able to read someone's mind and not flinch in pain. His wife's murder still haunted him and to prove my point, he rarely even talked. I think most of the population of Forks believes he is deaf. Not that it bothered him…nothing ever did anymore. He lost the one thing he lived for, so now…he didn't live.

I could only imagine what I would be like if Alice were to die. I didn't want to think about that I stopped that train of thought. Sighing, I got on the lunch line and looked at the grotesque slop in front of me. I would have gone over to the salad line and posed as an actual vegetarian, but no one would believe my massive brother Emmett only ate leaves.

I picked up a tray of what I think was spaghetti and turned to pay for it. While I was walking back to the table, I heard the doors wing open. I smelt a vampire and heard a small choked sound. I looked up and felt the world shut down around me.

Those honey golden eyes that used to be a sparkling brown belong to the only other perons besides my wife who could end my life.

Isabella.

I saw her stare back at me with an equal emotion evident on her face. Then she gasped as if realizing something. She turned and ran. I dropped my tray, ignoring my siblings questioning and ran after her. I heard my family get up and follow.

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