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Warning: Mature Content later in the story.

Bold - quoting 'Twilight'

Bella's POV

My name is Isabella Marie Swan but I'm better known as Bella or Bells.

I am 17 years old and on my way to my new home in a rainy town named Forks.

When I was 1-year old my parents divorced. My mother packed everything up and moved to Phoenix to have a completely new start.

I kept contact with my dad in every way. We skyped as much as possible.

Everything went fine growing up until my mom had a new 'boyfriend' and forgot almost everything else. Luckily by the first time that happened I was almost 7 years old.

By that age I knew about cooking, cleaning, laundry and how to take care of the bills.

In my mom's absence, I took care of everything as well as going to school. This went on until mom had enough of her 'boyfriend' and looked for the next fish in the sea as she says.

This went on until she met Phil Dwyer. He seemed to be the one. Phil was a nice guy. There were only two little problems.

One, he told me that he never wanted kids. He accepted me because of my mother but nothing more.

The second was, because of that I missed my dad even more than before.

The next 6 months or so went by and I saw and felt that my mom and I weren't as close anymore. She just spent more time with Phil then with me. I still love her though.

She had married Phil. Nothing big, but he was now officially my step-dad.

That gave me a perfect out. I told my mom that I wanted to give her and Phil room and space as newlyweds. I would finish my last year of high school, in Forks with my dad.

That is where I am right now on the plane on my way to my new life.

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 Charlie, though, I was a little worried about.

Charlie had really been fairly nice 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 Charlie. Neither of us was what anyone would call verbose, and I didn't know what there was to say regardless.

He seemed genuinely pleased that I was coming to live with him for the first time with my mother's approval.

The last time things were this awkward was when I met Pete and Charlotte. To say I was shocked was an understatement. To find out that my aunt Lottie was still alive. Well, as alive as you can be as a vampire of course.

It was a lot to take in that day. Not only did they tell me everything about what it meant to be a vampire. They also told me their history with Maria.

They explained that their sire was a vampire named Jasper, also known as, The Major. They explained that they are mate's. They seemed very happy together. They are like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together.

Pete told me that it was extremely rare to find your mate. There were a lot of vampires that spent years looking for their mate, the other half of their soul. Some never find them.

Pete also told me that there were two kinds of mates. The strongest bond is one of the bonded mates.

One type, is when mates meet each other after they are changed into a vampire.

The second is when the vampire in question (male or female) meet their mate while the mate is still human. Once a vampire meets their mate they will sire them and become bonded mates.

Aunt Lottie told me that once a vampire meets his or her mate they recognize them immediately by their smell. Whether they are human or vampire they have a unique scent that their mate will recognize immediately.

Pete added that for a male vampire, once they meet them, the scent of their mate, she is unbelievably irresistible. They can't deny it without hurting themselves.

Now that I know that vampires do exist I made a deal with Pete and Lottie. If something happened to me that they needed to change me they could. Otherwise, we had agreed to wait 2 more years until I'm almost 20 years old. They both agreed with me on that.

You see once you find out about vampires they need to kill you or change you. It is against their laws to let a human live with the knowledge of vampires.

I jumped in my seat from the heavy rain and the thunder. It took me a second to know that I was just about to see my dad after all this time.

Charlie was waiting for me with the cruiser. This I was expecting, too. Charlie is Police Chief Swan to the good people of Forks. My primary motivation behind buying a car, was that I refused to be driven around town in a car with red and blue lights on top. Nothing slows down traffic like a cop.

In two days my Ducati would be here thanks to Pete and Lottie. But in a rainy town like Forks, I really would need a car. I was thinking about a Kia Sportage.

Charlie gave me an awkward, one-armed hug when I stumbled my way off the plane.

"It's good to see you, Bells," he said, smiling as he automatically caught and steadied me. "You haven't changed much. How's Renée?"

"Mom's fine. It's good to see you, too, Dad."

I had only a few bags. Most of my Arizona clothes were too permeable for Washington.

My mom and I had pooled our resources to supplement my winter wardrobe, but it was still scanty.

I would take care of that with aunt Lottie. We had agreed to go out shopping once they arrived here in Forks.

"I found a good car for you, really cheap," he announced when we were strapped in.

"What kind of car?" I was suspicious of the way he said.

"good carfor you"as opposed to just "good car."

"Well, it's a truck actually, a Chevy."

"Where did you find it?"

"Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?" La Push is the tiny Indian reservation on the coast.


"He used to go fishing with us during the summer," Charlie prompted.

That would explain why I didn't remember him. I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory.

"He's in a wheelchair now," Charlie continued when I didn't respond, "so he can't drive anymore, and he offered to sell me his truck cheap."

"What year is it?" I could see from his change of expression that this was the question he was hoping I wouldn't ask.

"Well, Billy's done a lot of work on the engine — it's only a few years old, really."

I hoped he didn't think so little of me as to believe I would give up that easily. "When did he buy it?"

"He bought it in 1984, I think."

"Did he buy it new?"

"Well, no. I think it was new in the early sixties — or late fifties at the earliest," he admitted sheepishly.

"Dad that's really nice of you but I'm going to a car dealership tomorrow. I would like to get a Kia Sportage and one that's not so old. I know enough about car's and bikes to know when they have that age you have more problems with them than fun." I explained carefully.

"You're right Bells but how are you going to buy that car?"

"Well, you know that I worked all the time a was with mom and all the money that I got from my birthdays and stuff. I am a really good saver plus I know how to predict the stock market. That helps a lot too." I told my dad honestly.

I did not mention all the money that uncle Pete and Aunt Lottie had set up in a bank account under my new name.

"Okay, I have taken off from work this weekend I'll drive you around to where ever you need to be Bells."

"You really didn't need to do that dad." I told him with a smile.

"I don't mind, I want you to be happy here honey. " He was looking ahead at the road when he said this.

Charlie wasn't comfortable with admitting his feelings out loud.

Until I met Pete and Lottie I was the same. Right now I am comfortable with who I am and a totally different person than I was 7 years ago.

I looked up in his face as I responded. "That's really nice dad, thanks. I really appreciate it."

"Well now, you're welcome." He mumbled. Overwhelmed by my thanks.

"Dad before I forget to tell you, Monday there is someone that will come by and deliver my Ducati."

"Really Bells I don't like the idea of you on that dangerous thing." He told me shocked and with a scared tremble in his voice.

"There is nothing dangerous about driving a bike dad. I've driven it for almost 2 years now and I never had an accident before." I said with an honest smile.

I of course, left out the part, of the tickets that I had from speeding. No need to worry him any further.

"Okay, I believe and trust you but, please for the love of God be careful if you drive that thing." He told me very worried.

"I promise dad, I will be." I hoped to reassure him more or less.

We exchanged a few more comments on the weather, which was wet. That was pretty much it for the conversation before we stared out of the window in silence.

It was beautiful, of course; I couldn't deny that. Everything was green: the trees, their trunks covered with moss, their branches hanging with a canopy of it, the ground covered with ferns. Even the air filtered down greenly through the leaves.

It was too green — an alien planet.

Eventually, we made it to Charlie's. He still lived in the small, two-bedroom house that he'd bought with my mother in the early days of their marriage. Those were the only kind of days their marriage had — the early ones.

It took only one trip to get all my stuff upstairs. I got the west bedroom that faced out over the front yard. The room was familiar; it had been belonged to me since I was born.

The wooden floor, the light blue walls, the peaked ceiling, the yellowed lace curtains around the window — these were all a part of my childhood. The only changes Charlie had ever made were switching the crib for a bed and adding a desk as I grew. The desk now held a second-hand computer, with the phone line for the modem stapled along the floor to the nearest phone jack. This was a stipulation from my mother, so that we could stay in touch easily. The rocking chair from my baby days was still in the corner.

There was only one small bathroom at the top of the stairs, which I would have to share with Charlie. I was trying not to dwell too much on that fact.

Once the cruiser was parked I took my stuff out. It took me only one trip to get all of my stuff upstairs.

One of the best things about Charlie is he doesn't hover. He left me alone to unpack and get settled, a feat that would have been altogether impossible for my mother. It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.

I really hoped Pete and Lottie would be here soon. It's weird to say but sometimes I saw them more as second parents than I did with my mom and dad.

I went down stairs. Dad had already ordered pizza for dinner. I took a can of soda for me and a beer for dad before I sat down. We both eat in silence, once done I took the plates and put them in the sink.

"Dad, I'm going to bed I'm tired from the plane rides."

"Okay kiddo, good night Bells."

"Goodnight Dad." With that I went to my room.

I took my pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I turned the water on so that it would warm up while I stripped out of my clothes. I stepped under the water and started washing my hair with my favorite strawberry shampoo. After that, I put conditioner in my hair and started washing my body. Once I was done with everything, I started rinsing out the conditioner from my hair.

I shut the water off and took a towel to dry myself. I put my pajamas on, I brushed my teeth and hair and went to my bedroom.

Once I was settled down in my bed I took my phone and called Pete and Lottie. By the second ring I heard the familiar voice of Pete Whitlock.

"Hey Lil bit, miss me already?"

"You have no idea Pete. Charlie does his best you know but it's awkward."

"It's been a while since you two have seen each other Lil bit in time it will be better."

"When are you and Lottie coming to Forks I really need you here."

"We are on our way as we speak, why is something wrong?"

"No, not really. I do think that I'm getting sick or something. I have a heavy feeling in my chest. It's just like I can't breathe like I used to. It's like I have an elephant sitting on my chest."

"Lottie says that it's maybe the change of weather. Why don't you go to bed Lil bit and when we arrive we will take you out to find that car of yours."

"Okay, I'll do that, I love you both."

"We love you to Lil bit, more than you know. G'night."

"G'night Petey, G'night Lottie."

I hung up the phone, my head was barely on my pillow when I fell fast asleep.

A/N: This is my first fanfic of twilight. Let me know what you are thinking and If you like to see more of it.

I just got a beta. So, I want to thank her for helping me on this story.

I hope you enjoyed it so far.