A/N: Big thank you to SunFlowerFran & CristinaN for all their help.

Hope you enjoy chapter one of my new adventure. x

Chapter 1

I smiled as the siren sounded signalling the end of the working day. It had become my favourite sound ever since I had been forced to work in this horrible office. I shoved the papers off my desk and into the open drawer; they would be tomorrow's problem now. I grabbed my jacket off the back of my chair, pulled it on as I hurried past the others, and pushed my way out the office.

When I reached the street, everyone had already started filing out of the various buildings, all of them eager to make their way home now that another day was done.

I forced my way through the crowd, trying to do the same, which earned me a sneer from the Plugger, who was standing at the side of the street. I hadn't noticed he was there, most likely to scout for outlaws.

I sighed and slowed down to the speed of everyone else, there was no need to draw attention to myself. I didn't want any trouble before I got home.

When I reached the main road, I caught sight of Mike hanging around at the turn off for my street. He was there with a few of his friends. I knew he would probably be waiting for me. He had been waiting there for me last night as well, only I never noticed him until it was too late, and he had me cornered.

Mike had always made his feelings for me clear; he wanted me for his wife … and in his delusional mind, he thought that was going to happen one day. He didn't understand that I loathed him, and my father would never force me to marry someone such as him. My Dad was not overly fond of him either, but that never seemed to stop him from trying.

I took the road to the right, which was the long way home as I was not in the mood for any sort of interactions with Mike Newton.

As I walked past our next-door neighbour's hut, I caught the scent of Esme's cooking and my stomach started to rumble. I hadn't realized I was so hungry.

I didn't think that Dad and I had many rations left, and we weren't due for our next supply until Sunday. So I wasn't sure what I was going to make for supper tonight.

It was so tempting just to pop into Esme's for something to eat. I knew she wouldn't mind, she was practically like a mother to me and had helped Charlie raise me after my mother died when I was little.

I knocked on the door and waited for her to call me in before I entered. Esme was standing over the cooker, much as I had expected. She smiled at me as I walked over and took a seat at the large wooden table, which took up a large portion of the room.

"Hungry?" She asked, grabbing an empty bowl and filling it full of hot soup before I even had the chance to answer.

"Thank you." I smiled at her before staring down at the dreamy broth. I hadn't eaten anything other than stale bread for days.

"So, how was your day?" Esme asked as she sat down across from me.

"Okay, I suppose." I said before taking a sip of my soup.

"It doesn't sound as though it was okay." Esme said, frowning at me.

"No, it did. I mean … well, nothing happened. I did my work, and then left. It's about as good as it's going to get." I sighed.

"Then what has that look on your face?" Esme asked, raising her eyebrow at me. Sometimes she was too observant for her own good.

"Mike." I sighed, again. "He was waiting for me at the bottom of the street."

Esme's frown deepened, she hated Mike just as much as I did. "Mike Newton knows your father would never let him marry you. I hate how he hangs around you." She muttered. "Someone ought to teach that thug a lesson."

"Which thug?" Emmett asked as he came into the house. He picked up an apple from the fruit basket on the table and took a crunch from it as he sat down beside me. He ruffled my hair with his free hand. I swatted him away.

"Mike has been bothering Bella again." Esme said as she got up to fetch her son a bowl of soup.

Emmett gave me a quick glance before he answered his mother. "I'll take care of it."

"No, Emmett." I yelled, hitting his arm. "I don't want you to get into any more trouble with the Pluggers."

"I'll only get into trouble if I get caught, and I don't plan to get caught." He said winking at me.

The front door battered open, and I jumped from my seat.

"Clear the table." Edward yelled as he came rushing into the room. Something was wrong I could see it all over his face, and I didn't like the way his eyes glanced over at me.

Emmett and Esme made quick work of clearing the table, this wasn't their first time.

I watched in horror as Carlisle and Jasper carried my father into the room and lay him down on the table. His face was bruised and bloody, and blood was pooling from his abdomen.

"Dad!" I screamed.

Edward grabbed hold of my waist and pulled me back from the table. "Please Bella, you need to stay out of the way. Let my Dad help him."

"Jasper and Emmett go outside and keep watch." Carlisle ordered as he looked over my dad's injuries.

"What happened?" I sobbed.

"He got into a fight with a Plugger." Edward answered me, his hands still firmly fixed on my waist.

"Who?" I snapped.

"Caius." He whispered.

I watched as Carlisle ripped open my dad's padded shirt to reveal the wound on his stomach. I felt queasy as I watched the blood gush from the wound.

"Edward, maybe you should take Bella outside." Esme said eyeing me as she brought over Carlisle's medical equipment.

Edward moved his hands to my shoulders and tried to guide me towards the door. I shook him off. "I'm not leaving him." I said sternly.

He removed his hands, and I had to admit I missed his comforting touch.

I stood there silently as I watched Carlisle work on my dad's motionless body. I had seen him work on people many times before, though none of them was hurt as badly as this.

I could tell by the frown on his face that something wasn't right. When I saw him whispering to Esme, I couldn't take it anymore, I had to know what was going on.

"What's wrong?" I shouted, startling them both.

"I'm sorry Bella-" Carlisle began.

"-No!" I screamed, cutting him off mid-sentence.

Edward made another grab to comfort me, but I pushed him away, and moved over to my father. I sobbed looking down at his lifeless body. "How could you..." I mumbled, hitting his shoulder.

Emmett came hurrying in the front door. "We have company heading this way."

"Edward, take Bella over to father Dylan." Esme said. She sounded panicked, which wasn't like her, she normally kept her cool in these types of situations.

I was barely listening to a word she said as I stared down at my dad, tears streaming down my face. I grabbed his hand in mine, feeling that it was still warm. Carlisle had to be wrong.

"You have to marry her tonight." Esme continued. "As soon as they come in here and find Charlie … they're going to reassign her."

Edward pulled on my arm. "Bella, we have to go."

"No." I sobbed, pushing him away.

"Bella." He snapped. Edward spun me around to face him.

"We.

Have.

To.

Leave.

Now."

He said glaring into my eyes. "If they find you here, you know what they will do. You know who they will assign you to."

I looked over at my dad; I didn't want to leave him. Edward caught hold of my chin and forced me to look back at him.

There was a small knock at the door. Jasper was warning us they were almost here.

Edward grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the back door. He wasn't taking no for an answer. I didn't try to argue with him, there wasn't much point.

"Emmett, go find Alice and go with them. They'll need two witnesses." I heard Esme bark as Edward pulled me out the door.

Emmett stepped out behind us and closed the door. Just at that moment, someone started banging on the front door. We had gotten out just in time.

"Come on." Edward said pulling me and forcing me to run at his side,

We ran down the hill, past the huts and towards the river, where Father Dylan's house lay.

By the time, we reached the house I was breathless. My heart was pounding so hard, I could hear the thumping in my ears.

Edward released my hand, and I leaned against the wall trying to catch my breath as he knocked on the door of the church.

Father Dylan opened the door and looked at us confused. "Edward, what can I do for you?"

"We need you to marry us…" Edward said looking over at me. "Quickly."

Father Dylan glanced in my direction. "Then you better come in."

Edward grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled me inside the church, closing and locking the door behind us.

"Do you have witnesses?" Father Dylan asked as he led the way to the main hall.

"Emmett and Alice are on their way."

I followed them into the hall and sat down on a chair. I was still feeling breathless.

Edward led Father Dylan away from me and the two of them spoke in hushed voices, glancing over at me now and then.

I was too much of a mess to worry about what they were saying.

I looked down at my hand, noticing it was stained with blood; my father's blood. I held it up to the light, staring at it.

I couldn't believe he was gone... The last time I had seen him was this morning before work and I had hardly spoken a word to him. Now there was nothing I could do to change that.

"Bella." Edward said snapping me from my thoughts. He knelt down beside me, looking deep into my eyes; his face was full of concern. "It's time."

I nodded. I knew that we had to do this; the last thing I wanted was to be handed over to Mike. I wouldn't be able to suffer a life with him.

Edward stood up and pulled me to my feet. "I'm sorry Bella, this isn't the way I planned for this to happen, and I also know it' isn't how you pictured your wedding day."

"It's okay." I said, reaching up and touching his cheek.

He nodded.

Edward led me up to the front of the room where Father Dylan, Emmett and Alice were waiting. I hadn't noticed the two of them come in.

Alice gave me an apologetic smile before she pulled me in for a hug. "I'm sorry about Charlie."

I nodded, not sure what to say back. The pain was still far too raw.

"Shall we begin?" Father Dylan said, not waiting for an answer.

The whole ceremony was a blur. I didn't take in anything anyone said and only responded when Edward nudged me letting me know it was my turn to speak. It was absolutely not the way I had envisioned my wedding day to be.

Then again, I never thought I would be getting married on the same day my father was killed.

My mind was full of images of my father's battered, lifeless body lying on the table.

I had no idea what was going to happen to him now. Were they going to let me bury him? Would I have a chance to say goodbye? I felt tears finally come to my eyes, but they refused to fall.

"Congratulations." Father Dylan said shaking my hand and bringing me from my thoughts. I forced a smile to him.

Was that it?

Was I married now?

I looked over at Edward, he was watching me, worry etched all over his face.

All my life I had dreamed of Edward showing an interest in me, and that one day I would be Mrs Edward Cullen, but he had always been too busy running off doing missions for his father to show me any real attention. Now that it had actually happened, I felt indifferent.

Emmett and Alice proceeded to pull me in for a hug, whispering their congratulations.

"Of course the marriage won't be legal until you consummate- " Father Dylan said, making the room fall quiet.

"-Yes Father." Edward whispered. "I know." He gave the father a cautious look, and then looked over to me.

"Do you require me to witness?" Father Dylan asked.

Edward hesitated.

"They won't be able to denounce the marriage if you have it witnessed. Perhaps your brother will?"

"No!" I snapped. The idea of Emmett watching us having sex freaked me out. I didn't like the idea of anyone watching us, but certainly not him.

Emmett laughed at my reaction.

"Bella, I understand your concern, but," Father Dylan began.

"It's okay, I understand Father." I said, cutting him off. "I mean, I don't understand why things are this way, but I understand what needs to be done to make it legal. I just don't want Emmett to be the one to…"

He nodded, showing that he understood. "The room is just across the hall," he said, pointing to the right. "I will be in the next room, you won't even know that I'm there, and I will only watch long enough to witness what is necessary."

I took a deep breath and nodded. He made it sound like an everyday thing. I wondered how many people he had 'witnessed'. Did he get a kick out of it? I thought watching him. No, he didn't seem like the type.

Edward led me towards the room.

It was just a small room with a single bed in the middle of the floor. I sat down on the bed as he closed the door.

My heart was racing as I watched him walk over to me on the bed. I had never had kissed someone before, let alone had sex.

Edward sat down beside me, cupping my face with his hand. "It's just us, no one else."

I nodded as I looked around the room, wondering where Father Dylan was going to be watching.

Edward pulled my face to look at him. "Just us." He whispered as he leaned down to kiss me.

I moaned as his lips touched mine. I never knew kissing would feel this fantastic. I followed his lead, matching my movements to his.

I jumped as he slid his tongue into my mouth. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do.

"Relax." He whispered in between kisses, as he pushed me back onto the bed.

I tried to make myself relax as I got use to his tongue in my mouth, pushing it back with my own.

I moaned as I felt his warm hand slide under my t-shirt, leaving a trail of tingles as it worked its way up my body. I flinched a little when I felt his hand come to a stop on top of my breast.

He used his fingers to slide the fabric out the way, taking my nipple in between his fingers and gently rubbing it in a circular motion.

It felt so good.

I let out a gasp as he squeezed it tight.

He pulled his lips away from mine as he slid my t-shirt up, revealing my breast.

I watched him, wondering what he was going to do. He took my nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his lips. I arched my back in appreciation. That felt even better than his fingers.

There was a need starting to rise inside of me that I never knew existed. I wanted… No, I needed more of him. I felt as if I might explode if I didn't have him.

My hands moved to his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head. I moaned with delight as I looked at his toned chest. My hands gently running over his muscles, his warm body felt like heaven under my hands.

Edward pulled my top over my head.

His hand reached behind my back, unhooking my bra. He slid if off my arms and tossed it on the floor.

"Perfect." He said smiling down at me.

I grabbed a hold of his neck, pulling him down to me.

I moaned into his mouth as I felt his hand slid up my thigh. I wanted him to touch me where no one ever had. I needed him to touch me.

His hand hesitated inches from my centre. I grabbed hold of his hand and placed it between my legs.

He started to rub me, but it wasn't enough. I could barely feel him through my jeans.

I started unbuttoning them, but he knocked my hand out the way, and unbuttoned them faster than I had.

He moved back, pulling my jeans off my legs in one swift movement.

His hands lingering on my panties as his eyes locked on me. They were drunk with lust.

I watched him as he slowly pulled off my panties. If I didn't know any better, I would have said he was teasing me.

He tossed them on the floor and then he slid back into position, so he was level with me. His lips were once again on mine, kissing me with a newfound hunger.

I arched my body in anticipation as he slid his hand slowly up my thigh, inching closer and closer to my core.

Without warning, he shoved two fingers inside of me, and I called out in pleasure.

"Beautiful." He whispered into my ear.

He kept his fingers still until I grew use to them being there, then he began to move them slowly in and out.

I was a panting, hot mess. I wanted more.

Edward started unzipping his jeans as if he had read my mind. He shook them down to his knees.

I lay there staring at his hard cock. It looked too big to fit inside me.

"I'll go slowly." He promised. His eyes locked with mine, conveying that he didn't want to hurt me.

Edward positioned himself between my legs. I held my breath in anticipation as I fisted the bed sheets below me.

I gasped in pain as he slowly slid himself inside.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I nodded my head as I bit down on my lip. It hurt, but I didn't want him to stop.

My breath caught as he slid himself in fully.

He gave me a minute to adjust before he started to slide in and out.

It hurt to begin with, and then it just felt uncomfortable, as I was starting to enjoy it there was a loud bang outside the door, followed by someone yelling. "You can't go in there."

I looked at Edward; I was scared.

He jumped up and tossed me his t-shirt. "Put it on." He said as he pulled his jeans up.

I pulled the t-shirt over my head, and sorted it, so it covered me. Just as I finished, the door was kicked open.

Two Pluggers walked into the room, followed by Mike and Marcus.

Edward defensively stood in front of me.

"You have no right to be in here." Father Dylan yelled, coming into the room. "This is a private ceremony."

"She's mine." Mike snapped. "He has no right to touch her. I'll see you hanged for this Cullen."

I gripped onto Edward's jeans, scared of what was going to happen.

"They're married—it has been consummated, and I bore witness. He has every right to touch his wife." Father Dylan said coming to stand between us, and the enemy.

"You whore." Mike yelled, taking a step towards us.

Marcus put his hand on his chest, stopping him from moving forward.

"I suggest you watch how you speak to my wife." Edward snarled.

"Enjoy it while you can Cullen, she'll be a widow soon enough." Mike growled.

"Enough." Marcus snapped. "It is done. Let us leave."

Marcus turned to leave the room, shoving Mike along with him.

I couldn't help but think that this had only made things between Mike and me worse. I had seen him angry, and it wasn't a good idea to aggravate him, especially when he was so well connected.