I do not own twilight. :(

Summary:

The girl watched as he killed her parents. She watched as she was changed inside out and back again. She watched as she hated him. Then, she watched as she slowly fell in love with him. She watched as the lamb fell in love with the lion. Mafiaward/Darkward/Possesiveward

Chapter 1

I laughed and waved at Ben's silly antics as he pulls the pencils out of his nose. As I approached the house, I saw my father's cruiser in the door way.

Wait...that must mean...my fathers home!

I raced inside the house and tossed my keys onto the table. I placed my bag on the ground, kicking it under the table.

"Dad!" I yelled. I walked around, hollering his name.

"Dad?" I said, after approaching the kitchen.

I found my father and my mother tied to each other, back to back, shaking.

"Bella!" They said in unison I bent down.

"Wha-..what is this? Is this some kind of joke?" I asked, looking between them.

"Sshhh, Bella, shhh, they'll hear you! Hide honey, hide. Don't let them find you. Hide, just remember, don't make a sound, don't move." My mother said.

I began to cry.

"Why?" I asked.

"Just remember we love you honey, okay?" My father said.

"Now go!" My mother said.

I stuffed my self in between Charlie's football and Renee's old yearbooks in the closet. Some one walked in.

"It's time," He said.

Then, he shot my parents. I put my mouth over my moth to muffle my scream. A silent tear slipped down my cheek. The big man turned around, hearing the noise. e had curly hair and broad shoulders. His hair was dark.

"Emmett." Someone called.

Some one else entered the room. I couldn't see his face. He whispered something in his ear.

"Will do Boss." The burly man said, and left just as he came.

Then he looked straight at the closet, as though he could see me. He shook his head.

"Mike, clean this up!" He yells.

Before he walks out, he pauses at the door, and says, "You should really find more places to hide.

He comes over and rips the closet door open. He yanks me out.

"Oh. Thought you were a mole. Emmett, we got a watcher!" He yells.

He looks at my dirty tear stricken face. His eyes are cold and hard.

"Name?" He said.

I noticed his voice was smooth, like velvet. I was shaking to badly. I managed to croak out my name.

"Come now Isabella." He says, hoists me over his shoulder, and walks out.

I know, a bit short. Don't worry. There are plenty more to come. Just read and review.