Really should do this more- I unfortunately don't own the wonderful twilight books, Stephanie Mayer does. I also don't own any of the twilight characters- I just own the plot idea of this story "Melting ice, burning ashes.". I do however wish I could Own the wolf pack…and Bella Remember to read and review!

Bella's POV-

Landing in Port Angeles had been a long and tiring journey, and not to mention nerve racking. I flinched away from any man that looked remotely like Phil, scared their personalities were the same. Rationally, I knew there was nothing to be scared of, you were in a room full of people, and not everyone with a bald head, or a stubbly chin would be even a little bit like that monster and abuse me. I would never see them again- but he had scared me, permanently, and I wasn't going to get over this irrational fear, no matter how much I convinced myself.

Sighing, I trailed my suitcase along the ground as I searched the large open area for my Dad. I hadn't seen him in a few years due to "Money problems" as Phil has told my mum, but really he was scared I would run and tell my dad on him. I didn't know if he looked the same, or if he had died his hair, or something.

"Bella?" A loud voice boomed from the side of me.

I twisted my head to see my dad standing with a sign. I smiled slightly, happy that he still recognised me, and he still looked like the same old Charlie- probably the only man I would ever be comfortable around… as well as Jacob and Billy.

"Daddy!" I grinned as I lunged myself at him, flinging my arms around his neck and hugging myself close to him.

"Oh…well hey Bell's." He muttered, a little uncomfortable with the over flow of emotions but hugged me back.

"So what made you come back?" My dad asked. I wasn't ready to tell him my story yet, it was too soon.

"I… uh, I just thought I needed a change." I smiled as I pulled back, lifting up the handle of my luggage again.

"Let me take that Bell." My dad said as he took the straps from my hand and swung it over his shoulder.

We walked to the cruiser and he set the heavy object into the boot of the car as I sat in the passenger's seat, looking out of the window at the track flowing past us leaving the airport. I leaned my head on my hand, thinking about how my teenage life had been mostly ruined, due to that malicious creature, who thought he could run my life. And I let him, I stupidly let him. I never stepped up to him- I was a coward, a push over, an annoyance- I couldn't blame him for what he did. He was just speaking everyone's mind- what everyone was too polite to say.

My mum probably even agreed with him. The kids in school did- they avoided me- I was different from them- shy, a loner, pale skinned, unfit.

"So, Jacob and Billy will be at the house when we get there." My dad stated as he climbed into the driver's seat, pulling me out of my revere.

"Really? That's great." Finally- a chance to see my childhood best friend.

We hadn't seen each other in 5 years, for the same reasons as I hadn't seen Charlie, and I missed him. Whenever I came down to see my dad when I was younger we would spend the whole time together playing on the beach in La Push, or in our houses. I smiled at the good memories, forgetting how much better it was here with my dad, than it ever was in Phoenix- though the scars would still haunt me where ever I would go, I would never be the fun bubbly girl I was then.

"Yeah, Jacob's excited to see you Bells." He mumbled as he headed down the highway.

I nodded my head slightly, and the rest of the journey was spent in comfortable silence- neither of us feeling the need to talk.

As Charlie parked the car in the driveway, I saw an older truck to the side. That must be Billy's.

"Now Bella before we go inside. I need to tell you that Billy's in a wheel chair now, and Jacob's mum is dead. So don't… bring it up okay?" Charlie said in a serious tone.

A lump caught in my throat. Billy, who was practically my uncle, was paralyzed? And the aunty I had grown close to had died? How did I not know this? I was an awful person- I should have been there to show my support. But that bastard had kept me back from the place I loved.

"Oh….how?" Was all I could manage.

"A car accident." Charlie said simply before grabbing my suitcase and heading into the house.

Sighing, I followed him in, feeling a little worn down. I was faced by a tall, strong boy that towered over me. He was russet in colour, a contrast against my pale skin and his eyes were deep brown. Though his hair was shorter, I knew who he was straight away.

"Jacob?" I asked, blinking, taking by surprise.

"Bella?" he asked at the same time. I smiled and nodded my head.

Before I could let out a breath, I was crushed to his broad chest, my face crushed against it. At first I didn't move, it reminded me of Phil- the powerful movement. But I had to remind myself that Jacob wasn't Phil. He was a free loving guy that wouldn't mean to harm me. After a few seconds I slowly wrapped my arms around his waist and couldn't help but realise the temperature he was running.

"I missed you Bells! So much!" He muttered into my hair, and I could hear the happy tone in his voice.

I smiled, and it nearly reached my eyes. Jacob was like my personal sun, he could always make me feel better, just by being there. Even if it was just for the time he was with me- I relished in the happiness. I knew it wouldn't last long. And I knew that Jacob could never fix me, he could just ease the pain for a few hours, like a pain killer.

"I missed you Jake." I smiled as I pulled away slightly, to take him in. He wasn't my scrawny Jacob any more. "What happened Jake?"

"What do you mean?" he furrowed his brow confused as he peered down at me, letting go.

"You've changed." I motioned to him with my hand.

"People change Bells. I just changed for the sexier." He winked teasingly, and then his face softened again. "You look different too."

"How so?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well you're older for one. Your hair is shorter and your slimmer. But there's something else. And I don't know what it is."

"Oh." Was all I said. I knew what that something else was- me. My personality. It had plummeted deep. I wasn't the outgoing, friendly caring person any more. I was an insecure, shy, lonely and fearful girl. I wouldn't take to people so well as I used to- I would cower away from them.

"Bella?" Charlie interrupted thankfully, calling us from the living room.

Sighing, both Jacob and I wandered into the living room, where Billy sat in front of me in a wheel chair. The sight had me tearing up. "Oh Uncle Billy."

I was in his arms in instants, making sure I didn't put weight onto his legs. I let the tears run freely at the thought of my Uncle Billy losing the ability to walk, to play sport. The things he most dearly loved to do.

"Hey, Bella. Why are you crying sweetheart?" He asked in a husky voice, an obvious sign he was keeping back tears himself.

"Because you can't walk anymore." I choked. As scared and damaged as I was, I could still find it in me to care about those who was close to me.

After we had got reacquainted, we all sat and watched TV. Though really Billy and Charlie were only watching it while sipping beers, Jacob and I were catching up. Billy and Jake left at 11, when I had almost fallen asleep with promises to see us soon.

Charlie had then carried me up to bed and I quickly fell asleep.

I was now changed for school, in a thin white t-shirt, a red hoody, black jeans and grey converses. My hair was tied back in a loose knot and my tummy was churning at the thought of starting a new school.

I was ringing my hands out as I sat at the kitchen table watching the seconds tick by until I had to leave. I was ready long ago and I had long finished the washing. I didn't particularly want to be early and have no clue where to go.

Each second was agonisingly painful, and I became more anxious as time went on. What would the students think of me? Would I be a freak? A toy? Would they harm me? Bully me? The thoughts spun around my head angrily, attacking me from each side. I shook my head; I couldn't allow what Phil done to me cloud my judgement.

My thoughts that had been threatening to make an appearance for over an hour had passed my time, and it was now time to go. Charlie had left half an hour ago to go to the station, so a lift from the chief of police was thankfully out of the option. Standing up, I grabbed my jacket and made it outside into my new red Chevy truck, which Charlie had bought off Billy for my homecoming present. The thought of the gift had me tearing up, to know that Charlie was happy to have me back.

I started it up, startled by the loud noise the engine made, before heading out to the highway. My nerves were racing as the truck rolled at a steady pace, making my anxiousness go into over drive. My palms were sticky with sweat and trembling with nerves.

I took a deep breath as I saw the turn off for "forks high school" which was now in my line of sight. People were spilling out of their cars- which were no better than my old red Chevy- and either into the school, or over to the designated groups.

Parking my truck, I slowly climbed out and looked around at the babbling students. They hadn't noticed me so hopefully I could sneak into the office without getting caught. I slinked along the car park, my hood draped over my head and my head hung. I realised that the school, as well as Forks, was covered in greenery and that the students were as pale as me, and didn't have much better fashion sense than me- a relief. As I got into the office, which had made itself obvious to me- as if it wasn't enough, it too was covered in green leaves- I inwardly congratulated myself for my achievement of not being noticed.

"Can I help you?" A sweet, high pitched voice said from the side.

I turned to see a woman in her late 40's, with short red hair standing behind a beige coloured desk. I noted that the walls in the office were a paled blue, not unlike the doctor's clinic I used to attend when I was little.

"Um, yes. I'm new here." I Muttered quietly as I walked over to the desk.

Her face brightened with recognition. "You must be Bella, the chief's daughter?"

I inwardly groaned, of course they would know who I am. It's a small town, and I was the chief's daughter. "Um, yeah."

"Here's all the stuff you will need dear." She handed me a map and a timetable before telling me good luck.

I was walking out side when I saw them. The five most peculiar people I had ever seen. And the five most fearful people I had ever seen. I didn't know why, but there was an eerie aroma around them. Or at least around the bronze haired male, who looked a little stuck up, and the small pixie girl.

My view was thankfully blocked by a tall, nerdy looking boy. He had jet black hair and his skin was almost as dark as Jacob's. That was as far as his looks went. He had achene all over his face. But I shouldn't judge him by his looks.

"Hi. You must be Bella swan? I'm Eric." Though his voice did seem to have that clever tone in it.

"Yeah, nice to meet you Eric." I smiled warmly at him, though as dorky as he seemed, we was rather kind.

"Would you like to show you around?" He gestured to the school, smiling kindly.

"Sure, I have English first with Mr Chalmers." I said, after looking at my timetable.

Eric's face brightened even more- if that was possible- and started marching me towards the building, "that's my class."

As we walked inside, I felt the bronze haired creep's eyes on my back the whole time- but I didn't dare give into the urge that made me want to look. I didn't want to be faced with the frightening feeling whenever I laid eyes on him.

We entered the large red brick building, which seemed old and grand, and walked down the long corridor, that had light shining in from every window. Students were hurrying to their classrooms since the first bell had gone. We didn't have long to wait until we were at a class room, the door was wide open, and I could see that the class room was almost full. Eric walked to his seat while I introduced myself to the teacher before wandering over and taking a seat next to Eric, and on the other side of me was a small brunette, who I learned was Jessica- she was a friendly girl, but she talked far too much.

Throughout the morning I met Jessica and Eric's friends, most of them seemed nice.

There was Mike, an overly friendly boy, who seemed to follow me around like a lost puppy. His friend Tyler was nice, though extremely confident for himself. Ben was a friendly boy, shy and smart. Angela, Ben's girlfriend, was the same, shy smart and friendly. And lastly there was Lauren- a girl who, let's be honest, was a real stuck up bitch.

I was at this moment wedged in between Jessica and Angela around a table I was most certain shoulf only be able to hold 4 people, but instead held 8. There was little room to move your limbs about, but yet no one seemed to notice. But it wasn't the reason I was feeling uncomfortable. I could feel the bronze haired boy staring at my back. Sighing I tapped Jessica.

"Who are they?" I asked as I motioned with my eyes to the group of pale people- yet they almost didn't fit into that category, they looked human, yes, but there was something about their eyes, their posture, it didn't seem quite right.

"The pale group?" She asked.

I nodded, "Yes."

"They're the Cullen's." She said before pursing her lips before continuing. "The two blonds are adopted- Rosalie and Jasper. Edward, the bronze haired one, and Alice, they're really weird- Edward keeps to himself most of the time and Alice just seems to stare into space all the time. Their brother Emmett, the bulky one, date's Rosalie which is sort of weird."

"They're not actually sibling Jess." Angela whispered, knowing they were now all looking at us.

"Yeah I know, but they live together. That's just not right." She shook her head.

"Technically partners end up living together…" I protested, raising an eyebrow. But I did see where she was coming from.

"It's not the same though! They have the same parents." She mused, glancing fleetingly at the peculiar family sitting a few tables back.

"They're not blood related though." Angela fought back.

Jessica was about to fight back when the bell rang, and we had to head to class.

I had Biology with Angela, Mike and Ben. We all walked along, Mike chatting about some movie he had seen the other day- I couldn't remember the name. He was a nice guy, but man could he talk for America about shit.

When we entered the class, Mr Banner had the generosity to sit me next to Edward. The name sounded too posh, too classy to be in this generation. I inwardly groaned and reluctantly sat next to him, shuffling my seat as far as possible. And yet, he still looked at me.

"Something wrong with sitting next to me?" He spoke up- his voice cold, sharp and eerie.

"No." I muttered, looking down at my desk, my hair covering my face.

"Then why move away?" He asked- his voice suspicious.

"Because I wanted to. Why do you keep looking at me?" I remarked. "Do I have something wrong with me?"

His eyes slightly widened before giving a one shoulder shrug. "I thought I knew you."

"Well obviously you don't." I grumbled as I got out a pen and notepad from my book.

"Obviously." He repeated, still looking at me.

"So why were you looking at me?" I asked again, looking at him now- and close up he was much paler, and his eyes, I could see now, were a strange gold colour and he had bags under his eyes.

"I told you." He frowned.

"A lie." I continued for him, I knew there was something else, maybe not a lie, but there was something he wasn't telling me.

"Not exactly, Bella." The corner of his lip hitched at that.

I froze, how did he know my name? That seemed to frightening.

"How did you know my name?" I asked him.

"It's a small town, everyone knows your name." He rolled his eyes before turning back to the board.

"Yeah, they know my name which is Isabella. They don't know I go by the nickname Bella." I defined for him.

He smiled then. "I heard people calling you Bella. No biggy."

The conversation stopped after that, and we listened to the teacher. There was something about Edward Cullen- and I wasn't sure what it was. Jessica was right, he was weird. But I'm pretty sure there is a distinct reason for that. And I was going to find out- though determined, part of me was scared to find out.

Okay guys. Sorry this took me so long to get up. I have highers (really big exams) going on, so I'm focusing most of my energy on mostly studying, writing my stories, socialising with friends and sleeping, so updates will be slow until the 2nd of June. I know this chapter doesn't have a lot of action, nor does it have Paul, but don't worry he's in the next chapter- and it is a really emotional- and probably long- chapter. But here it is Thanks for all the reviews remember to leave me another review to tell me how this chapter went- did it live up to it's potential? Any helpful criticism is fine, but please no rude reviews If you hate it, don't read it. But remember to review, and it might get me to update quicker! (I think I repeated that three times, so this is my queue to shut the hell up Thanks guys, for the support!