Hey Guys! OK this is my first fanfiction so don't be too hard on me. There is just a few things you need to know before you read this story.

1. I love to use description. If you don't like it, deal with it.

2. You have to have read the Twilight story to understand, if you haven't it may be difficult to follow at times, but still entertaining

3. Italics mean either thoughts or dreams

4. This is an imprint story

And lastly...

5. This is for TEAM JACOB, Team Edward feel free to leave right now.

This is a Bella and Jacob story. I am going to make Edward more of an antagonist in this story. I don't really have a set in stone map for this story, because i prefer to just write. OK!


Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer. The end! A large portion however is directly copied from the book so all rights go to her. I do no own any of these characters except for the one i make up which may occur late on in this story.

Summary: Bella had always assumed that the beautiful Edward was her Romeo, but after he left her hurt and broken, she realizes she was horribly mistaken. After a tragic run- in with a familar vampire, Bella finds her true Romeo to be none other than the happy go- lucky kid, Jacob, who left her at the movies. But like any true story of Romeo and Juliet tragedy strikes, when once again a clan of many bloodthirsty vampires threaten to kill her. Jacob and Bella struggle to be the exception.


1. A Run Through Memory Lane

Louder, louder

And we'll run for our lives

I can hardly speak, I understand

Why you can't raise your voice to say...

-Leona Lewis; Run

If it weren't for the gentle breeze that blew through the canopy of trees as I dashed through the dense forest I would swear this was a dream, a nightmare actually. The crisp air that ran through my matted brown hair used to bother me, but now as a I ran through the trees for a life I wouldn't be able to save, I wished I could have spent more time just letting the breeze tickle my body as I sat on the small wooden porch in my father's backyard in the rainiest city in the whole USA.

My father would watch me through the window protectively as I leaned against the cold marble body of the man, which was at one time, my whole life. I would inhale the sweet toxic scent the dripped from him, run my hands across the rock hard, and cold arms that embraced me tenderly. His eyes, a honey butterscotch color, bored into mine, and his hair that framed his flawless face would be messy yet perfect.

The beauty would have astonished me, left me without words. I would just stare into his eyes and try to stuff as much as the moment I could into my memory. His face would turn indecipherable as he unsuccessfully tried to read my mind. He would sigh contently and then lean against me again.

"I love you," he would whisper, with his delicious velvet voice.

"I love you too," I murmured back. My heart would skip a beat, which caused a delicate blush to spread across my milky complexion.

He would kiss my skin softly above the eyebrows. I would lean into the kiss, and feel my body yearn for the man that sat just centimeters away from me.

We would just sit there enjoying each others company for hours on end.

I could picture it so perfectly; there was so much we weren't able to do in the few short months that I was blessed with his company, but those moments were gone. Ed- he was gone. A searing pain ripped through the already open wound. I clutched my aching chest as I continued to run.

He had once been my whole life. I couldn't imagine life without him only a few short months ago.

He had left me. The pain in my chest throbbed with every thought.

It was a nice day, a rare occurrence in the little town of Forks. I awoke with a smile on my face, with the sun streaming into my room from the open window. The gentle twitter of birds could be heard from the forest. A cool morning breeze blew effortlessly through the window and a deliciously toxic scent wafted to my nostrils.

"Edward," I breathed, letting the sweet smell intoxicate me with my every breath.

In an instant he appeared near the windowsill. My eyes couldn't process his sudden entrance quickly enough. He was so perfect. I drank in his perfection for a minute, picturing myself as the bloodthirsty killer that I wished I could become.

"Bella, may I talk to you," He whispered. Once again he took my breath away. I could never quite remember exactly how his velvet smooth voice rolled my name across his tongue, and hearing it caused furious butterflies to flutter their impatient wings.

When I finally listened to the delicate words he spoke, my breath caught in my throat.

The famous break up words.

I struggled with the sudden nausea that overtook my body. My head began to spin, and I felt lightheaded. I leaned back against my pillow and breathed deeply.

He just wants to talk Bella. That's it, stop overreacting. I inhaled a intoxicating breath had tried to mask the sudden unease that bubbled through my body. He loves you. I reassured myself. Yet the sinking feeling wouldn't go away.

"Bella," he asked searching my face. His eyes turned wicked, his face hard as he looked around the room. His usual honey golden irises had faded into a deep chestnut brown. Worry masked his perfect face, his mouth pressed firmly into a hard straight line, " I'll be outside."

A breeze rustled my hair, signaling his leaving. I jumped out of bed, the mattress creaking and sighing as I struggled to get out.

I landed with a thud on the burgundy colored hardwood.

Bed 1, Bella 0.

I regained composure and hurriedly rushed to my closet.

The closet was littered with fabric. Clothes hung off hangers and were strewn across the floor. My sneakers and my lone piece of jewelry lay in a crumpled heap on the floorboards.

I didn't do this. I thought to myself. I reached for my Phoenix of Arizona hoodie and a plain pair of boot-cut blue jeans. I slipped them on and hurried to the bedroom.

I splashed cool water on my face, and let the cold-water droplets drip down my neck and onto my sweatshirt. I looked in the full bathroom mirror.

The sunny expression I woke up with was gone and replaced with one of dread. My eyes looked dead and distant, my skin was a sickly pale against the black hoodie. I ran a frayed toothbrush against my teeth and pulled a brush through my bed hair. I ran out the door and nearly into Charlie.

"Where are you going," He said in a monotone type of voice. It shocked me.

Yes it was my dad and of course I knew what his voice sounded like, but the way he said it freighted me. It was hard and forced.

On closer inspection I notice his eyes were dreary and heavy like he hadn't slept in weeks. He looked older than I remembered.

The wrinkles surrounding his eyes were more prominent, his slightly curly brown hair was streaked with gray and the curls hung matted against his skull, his mustache was thick like it hadn't been shaved in awhile, and his entire body looked thin and frail. He was wearing his police uniform, but unlike before it hung loosely.

He looked horrible.

"Out, friends maybe," I shifted my gaze to the floor, focusing on the delicate pattern of the hardwood. I was a horrible liar; I knew he would see through my lie.

It wasn't like he didn't like Edward, but I knew something about him creeped Charlie out. I returned my gaze to Charlie, expecting a stern look. But he looked distant, withdrawn, and he stared past me.

He returned his gaze to me after a few moments. His eyes screamed with horror. He quickly regained composure, masking his sudden discomfort with an unreadable expression.

"Fine, jss- just stay out of the woods alright," he stuttered, "There's been some animal killings and I want you to be safe. Be home by 5. We are invited over to Billy's for supper tonight."

"Of course dad," I stared up at him. He was really scared. He was fidgeting with his fingers and looking past me, "Bye."

I walked past him briskly, yearning for the comfort of Edward.

What ever was going on with Charlie would have to wait. As I carefully made my way down the stairs, avoiding the creaky ones, I heard a wretched sob from upstairs. My heart ached at the sound of my father cry just a few feet above me, but I was eager to hear what Edward had to say. I slammed the front door behind me, desperate to rid the heartbreaking cries of my father from upstairs.

My feet crunched in the soft gravel that littered our front yard. Edward was leaning against my red Chevy pick up that I tenderly loved. His face was impenetrable, his eyes showed no emotion compared to the usual life that flashed behind them, "Hi," I whispered, feeling the overwhelming sensation of dread.

"Hi," he whispered back, barely loud enough for my human ears to register.

His hand snatched out and grabbed mine roughly. I squirmed uncomfortably under his bone-crushing grip.

He loosened, sensing my discomfort, but didn't let go.

He led me across the street into the line of trees.

I stopped abruptly, though he did not. I lurched forward and landed in the rocky earth beneath my feet as he continued to pull me into the dense Fork's forest.

"For god's sake Bella," he hissed.

Blood rushed to my ears, blocking out his sudden anger towards me. I wiped my dirt-streaked pants off with the back of my hand. He crossed his arms impatiently, a menacing glare seeping from his perfect face. I clutched my chest, "Charlie said that there was animal killings recently. And that I should stay out of the forest," I knew he could protect me, that wasn't the issue. Going against me father's wishes when he was that upset felt wrong.

"It wasn't an animal Bella," he growled at me.

Silent tears slipped down my face. I quickly wiped them away. This one time I was truly seeing the monster that was Edward.

Suddenly his expression changed, he looked upset, disappointed in himself. I knew he didn't mean to hurt me. He smiled my favorite crooked smile, but it didn't reach his eyes, " I am sorry Bella."

"S'okay," I viciously wiped the tears from my face. I didn't want to make him feel worse then he already did. I walked closer, closing the space that was created between us.

I wanted him so badly. I wanted to taste his smooth buttery lips envelope mine, feel the coldness of his body pressed firmly into me, and feel his dark honey hair run through my fingers. I leaned into him and closed my eyes, but he pulled away. The sudden cold left my body leaving me feel empty. I struggled to mask the hurt I felt.

Edward leaned against a tree and stared at me, his expression unreadable.

"Okay, Lets talk," I said. It sounded a little braver than I felt. But I was sure he could hear the loud thudding coming from my chest

He took a deep breath. "Bella, we're leaving."

I took a deep breath, too. He wasn't going to leave me after all. My heart slowed and I calmed considerably. This was an acceptable option. I thought I was prepared. But I still had to ask. "Why now? Another year-"

"Bella, it's time. Carlisle can barely pass for thirty, and he's claiming thirty-three now. We'd have to start over soon regardless."

His answer confused me. I thought the point of leaving was to let his family rest in peace. Why did he have to leave if they were going? I stared at him, trying to understand what he meant. He stared at me coldly. With a roll of nausea, I realized I'd misunderstood. "When you say we-," I whispered.

"I mean my family and myself." Each word separate and distinct like I was a child he was talking to.

I shook my head back and forth mechanically, trying to clear it. He waited without any sign of impatience. It took a few minutes before I could speak." Okay", I said," I'll come with you."

"You can't Bella. Where we're going... It's not the right place for you." "Where you are is not the right place for me." "I'm no good for you, Bella."

"Don't be ridiculous." I wanted to sound angry, but it just sounded like I was begging. "You're the very best part of my life."

"My world is not for you," he said grimly.

"What happened with Jasper- that was nothing, Edward! Nothing!"

"Your right," he agreed," It was exactly what was to be expected."

"You promised! In Phoenix, you promised that you would stay-" I shouted, the tears running freely down my face.

"As long as that was best for you," he interrupted to correct me.

"No! This is about my soul, isn't it?" I shouted, furious, the words exploding out of me- somehow it still sounded like a plea. "Carlisle told me about that, and I don't care, Edward. I don't care! You can have my soul. I don't want it without you- it's yours already!"

He took a deep breath and stared, unseeingly, at the ground for a long moment. His mouth twisted the tiniest bit. When he finally looked up, his eyes were different, harder- like the liquid gold had frozen solid.

"Bella, I don't want you to come with me." He spoke the words slowly and precisely, his cold eyes on my face, watching as I absorbed what he were really saying.

There was a pause as I repeated the words in my head a few times, sifting through them for their real intent." You... don't...want me?" I tried out the words, confused by the way they sounded, placed in that order.


I stared, uncomprehendingly, into his eyes. He stared back without apology. His eyes were like topaz- hard and clear and very deep. I felt like I could see into them for miles and miles, yet nowhere in their bottomless depths could I see a contradiction to the word he'd spoken.

"Well, that changes things." I was surprised by how calm and reasonable my voice sounded. The tears had stopped, leaving my face damp. I still couldn't realize what he was telling me, it didn't make any sense.

He looked away into the trees as he spoke again. "Of course, I'll always love you...in a way. But what happened the other night made me realize that it's time for a change. Because I'm... Tired of pretending to be something I'm not, Bella. I'm not human." He looked back, and the icy planes of his perfect face were not human. "I've let this go on much too long, and I'm sorry for that."

"Don't." My voice was just a whisper now; awareness was beginning to seep through me, trickling like acid through my veins. My hands were clenched firmly at my sides, "Don't do this."

He just stared at me, and I could see from his eyes that my words were far too late. "You're not good for me, Bella."

I had no argument. How well I knew that I wasn't good enough for him. I opened my mouth to say something, and then closed it again. He waited patiently, his face wiped clean of all emotion. I tried again. " If that's what you want."

He nodded once.

My whole body went numb. I couldn't feel anything below the neck.

"I would like to ask one favor though, if it's not too much," he said. I wonder what he saw on my face, because something flickered across his own face in response. But, before I could identify it, he'd composed his features into the same serene mask.

"Anything," I vowed, my voice faintly stronger. As I watched, his frozen eyes melted. The gold became liquid again, molten, burning down into mine with an intensity that was overwhelming.

"Don't do anything reckless or stupid," he ordered, no longer detached. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

I nodded furiously, my head bobbing up and down. My lip quivered as tears waited impatiently at the tips of my eyes, ready to spill.

His eyes cooled, the distance returned. "I'm thinking of Charlie of course. He needs you. Take care of yourself- for him."

I nodded again. "I will," I whispered, forcing the tears that were about to spill over my cheeks back into my eye sockets.

He seemed to relax a little.

"And I'll make you a little promise in return," he said," I promise that this will be the last time you'll see me. I won't come back. I won't put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without any more interference from me. It will be like I never existed." his words were cut and sharp. I felt the shooting pain as if they had stabbed me.

My knees must have started to shake, because the trees were suddenly wobbling. I could hear the blood pounding faster than normal behind my ears. His voice sounded farther away.

He smiled gently. "Don't worry. You're human- your memory is more than a sieve. Time heals all wounds for your kind."

"And your memories?" I asked. It sounded like there was something stuck in my throat, like I was chocking.

"Well,"-he hesitated for a short second-"I won't forget. But my kind...we're very easily distracted." He smiled; the smile was tranquil and it did not touch his eyes. He looked sympathetic, but fake. Like the pain he was putting me through was nothing but a joke to him. He took a step away from me. "That's everything, I suppose. We won't bother you again."

The plural caught my attention. That surprised me; I would have thought I was beyond noticing anything right now. "Alice isn't coming back," I realized. I don't know how he heard me-the words made no sound- but he seemed to understand.

He shook his head slowly, always watching my face. "No, they're all gone. I stayed behind to tell you goodbye."

"Alice is gone?" I said, my voice blank with disbelief.

"She wanted to say goodbye, but I convinced her that a clean break would be better for you."

I was dizzy; it was hard to concentrate. His words swirled around in my head, and I heard the doctor at the hospital in phoenix, last spring, as he showed me the x-rays. You can see it's a clean break, his finger traced along the picture of my severed bone. That's good. It will heal more easily, more quickly. I tried to breathe normally. I needed to concentrate, to find a way out of this nightmare.

"Goodbye, Bella," he said in the same quiet voice.

"Wait!" I chocked the word out, reaching for him, willing my deadened legs to carry me forward. I thought he was reaching for me, too. But his cold hands locked around my wrists and pinned them to my sides. He leaned down and pressed his lips very lightly to my forehead for the briefest instant. My eyes closed.

"Take care of yourself," he breathed, cool against my skin.

There was a light, unnatural breeze. My eyes flashed open. The leaves on the small vine maple shuddered with the gentle wind of his passage.

He was gone.

The tears streamed down my face blurring my vision. It felt like a lifetime ago. I could hardly picture his face anymore, the edges blurred and I could never get his voice to sound exactly right.

It will be like I never existed.

Those words stung the most.

I shock my head vigorously, desperate to free the memory from my mind. Combined with the loss of vision, the shaking of my head and my uncoordinated self, I tumbled to the ground, landing in a bloody and crumpled mess on the forest floor.

"Well, well, well I believe your time is finally up Miss Isabella Swan."

My breath caught in my throat as icy hands ran over my neck.

His voice was a musical lit, but mocking, "What would it matter if a worthless girl like you just disappeared?"

His hands clutched my throat. I gasped as the tears ran over my cheeks. I would never see my dad again, I would never find out what ever happened to Jake, Edward was gone, and my life was over.

I braced myself as his grip tightened. I felt my legs snap under his weight as he leaned on me, trying to get closer to my neck.

I choked for air.

I tried to scream.

Blood was flowing from an open wound on my neck. The stench of blood enveloped my nostrils, sending a wave of nausea to envelope me.

You can't even stand the smell of blood when dying Bella?

I felt myself slip; unconsciousness was taking me over. The vampire licked hungrily at the blood that flowed from my neck. I was dead.

I struggled for my last breath of air.

The pain was unbearable; I wanted to die.

Blackness was starting to creep up my vision. I closed my eyes determined to not let the vampire be the last thing I see.

I felt myself thinking about Jake, picturing him the last day I saw him. I would never go to his graduation, never see his kids, or see him grow up.

I choked back a scream.

This was it.

I was dead.

Moments before I slipped out of consciousness, I heard a scream and the grip on my neck loosened and broke free. The rush of cold air as the vampire sped away, smacked me in the face.

The reason why the vampire sped of I would never know.

The cold of the vampire's skin still lingered on mine.

I couldn't open my eyes; I was done.


Suddenly, the cold was replaced with unnatural warmth. I wanted to look, but it was too late.

I finally slipped into a never-ending sea of darkness.

Missy~ I edited this, cause it actually scared me with the amount of grammatical errors. Hopes it's better!