i do not own the rights to any material used in my story the credit goes to stephenine mayers and l.j.smith and does not violate the rights of any copyrights.
CHAPTER ONE – FIRST SIGHT
As I stared out the car window I could feel something new and different pulsing through my veins. This small insignificant something would soon come to be the most important thing that would control my life, it would consume me and everything would change forever.
My, well you could call him my brother/ best friend. Drove us to the airport; it was seventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect cloudless blue. I was wearing my favourite shirt - sleeveless, white eyelet lace; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka. In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America. It was from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade that me and Stefan was escaping too.
It’s been this way since I was only a five years old moving from place to place not staying in one town for more than 5 years at a time. It was in this town that I’d been compelled to spend the next 5 years of my life. We would spend a month every summer until I was fourteen, here we had a house nothing too fancy but it never felt like home to me. It was to Forks that I now exiled myself an action that I took with great horror. I detested Forks. I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun and the blistering heat. I loved the vigorous, sprawling city. before it had been Fells church, Virginia. and before that Italy.
“Bella,” Stefan said to me the last of a thousand times before I got on the plane. “You don’t have to do this.”
Stefan had beautiful chocolate coloured hair, with the most amazing green eyes you has ever seem. that seemed to glow almost. I felt a spasm of panic as I stared at him with wide, childlike eyes. How could I leave my life in phoenix, I had just started to enjoy myself and I even had some friends but like the other times it was time to move on...
“I want to go,” I lied. I’d always been a bad liar, but I’d been saying this lie so frequently lately that it sounded almost convincing now. “Did you tell Damon we were moving?” I asked
“I will.” Stefan said with a sad look in his eyes
“I guess we will see him soon then” I replied hopefully
“I hope not” I heard Stefan say under his breath, I could see the sacrifice in his eyes behind the promise.
We had had a family fall out but that part of the story can wait for now.
“Don’t worry about me,” I urged. “It’ll be great and it’s only short term right?”
He hugged me tightly for a minute looking at me and said “you can always stay here if you want too” Stefan said.
“We better get on the plane Stefan” I turned and walked to our seat.
It’s a four-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle, another hour in a small plane up to Port Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks. Flying doesn’t bother me; the hour in the car with Stefan I was a little worried about. Stefan had really been fairly good about the whole thing. He seemed genuinely pleased that I was coming to live with him for the first time with any degree of permanence. He’d already gotten me registered for high school and was going to help me get a car. But it was sure to be awkward with Stefan. Neither of us was what anyone would call verbose, and I didn’t know what there was to say regardless. I knew he was more than a little confused by my decision like Damon before me; I hadn’t made a secret of my distaste for Forks. But after everything we had been though how could I leave him now.
When we landed in Port Angeles, it was raining. I didn’t see it as an omen just unavoidable. I’d already said my goodbyes to the sun. Stefan was waiting for me with his Porsche. This I was expecting, too as he would never leave it behind. Stefan has been coming to Forks for the last month to set everything up and to park his car in the airport so we didn’t need to get a cab back to Forks. Stefan to the good people of Forks was a student in a Ivy League university and my legal guardian.
My primary motivation behind buying a car, despite the scarcity of my funds, was that I refused to be driven around town in a Porsche with sleek black paint work. Nothing slows down traffic like a 911 turbo sports car in a small town. Stefan gave me a one-armed hug.