Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

This idea just stuck with me for a while and I wanted to get it on "paper" to see how it would work out. I hope you like it, it doesn't give much away yet, but if you stick around it will be quite interesting.

Just know: I'm an absolute Edward/Bella supporter and I am from Germany, so my English needs some polishing!

I was headed towards some club downtown Seattle to attend a concert of my current favourite band. I couldn't thank Angela enough for babysitting Audrey tonight; I needed to get out of that place. I loved Audrey, she was my life line, but sometimes it just all became too much. I really hoped she didn't notice that her mother is mental train wreck.

The past couple of years had been a rollercoaster. After he left, I was a zombie. I still am a zombie in some respects, but it has gotten better, all thanks to Jacob. He helped me deal with the way I wanted to deal with the situation: I wouldn't be able to find another person that was as capable to come up with stupid and reckless things to do as he did. And I wouldn't be able to find a person more willing to go through with all the ideas I came up with myself. I stopped counting all the trips we had to make to the emergency room after riding our bikes or trying ourselves at cliff diving. I also stopped counting the trips we made to the endless number of tattoo and piercing shops; it was great to feel a different kind of pain that could, even if it was just for a short moment, at least dim all the other pain I was feeling. I forgot how many times Jake and I have woken up on the floor in his room or on the couch trying to deal with the aftermath of yet another drinking night. And one of those drinking nights is the reason I now have to find a babysitter for my 6-month-old daughter when I want to go out.

It has been 4 years now; 4 very difficult years of dealing with nightmares and the ghastly hole in my chest; I missed him still with every fiber of my being, but now I had Audrey. She had no one else but me, she depended on me, so I quit trying to find ways to hear his voice in my mind. I had to make a conscious effort for her; my dreams and my own mental fantasies had to do.

Looking up to catch sight of my destination I could already see a small crowd assembling in front of the entrance. Lucky for me, my ticket was in the back pocket of my slightly used jeans. There would be no waiting. On the last few metres towards the main entrance I saw Jake's old Rabbit parked in a small spot across the street; since I saw him nowhere near his vehicle I guessed he must be in the club already saving me a seat. Just before I entered into the heat of the club that was basically vibrating from the loud music I caught a glimpse of some flashy silver car – while nearly falling over my own feet, I swiftly turned my head back around to see a shiny silver Volvo parked in a spot I would have found an awful lot too small to park in. I stopped dead in my tracks. A wave of pain crippled through me, as my eyes burnt holes into that car. It cannot be, I thought, it cannot be him. As fast as my heart beat quickened and my breathing became shallow showing how my hopes increased, disappointment set in. "Wrong license plate", I muttered to myself after my eyes had darted around to find and check that damn thing to sure to crash my hopes. After all these years of trying to convince myself of his leaving without return, I still couldn't refrain from getting my hopes up at the sight of a simple silver car that was even quite common around here.

The music swirled around me as I made my way through the crowd searching for Jake. The music was so loud I could feel the drums shaking the floor.

"BELLA!", I heard someone bellow above me. I turned my head in the direction I thought the roar must have come from only to see my huge best friend waving his arms at me to come up to him. He stood behind the rail of the upper platform along with Embry and Quil grinning like a maniac. I saw a can of some energy drink on the table next to him and shook my head as I headed towards the small staircase that connected the ground floor with the upper platform. That kid and caffeine is like the Tasmanian devil on Ecstasy. Rounding the last table separating me from brawny friend I suddenly found myself engulfed in an enormous hug.

"Jeez, Jake, maybe you should take it easy with that red bull stuff, you can change into some weird creature already, you don't need wings to go with it", I said while struggling for freedom.

"Sorry", he said sheepishly, "but it's been some time since we saw each other last. You don't come to visit anymore-".

"Jacob, you know I'm not on very good terms with Charlie, do you have to rub it in?" He looked taken aback as I snapped at him. It has been a strain on me that my parents and I have ceased to communicate much with each other because of me getting pregnant and ditching school. But what should have done? What should I have done…I took a deep breath and began again,"Sorry, Jake, I didn't mean to snap, it's just not easy. Why don't we change the subject? How is every one in La Push?"

He gladly took my incentive to start anew and he threw himself into a lively description of yet another fight with Paul and how Emily scolded Sam for destroying their daily werewolf dinner because of trying to grill the burgers with a Bunsen burner.

It was nice talking about these random things which gave me a chance to take my mind off my usual worries. I was really starting to enjoy the evening as I leaned over the rail to get a better view of the band that had just hit the stage. The music was great and the singer was awesome. A great evening.

Suddenly, Jake started yanking on my arm pulling me away from the rail, down the stairs out of the club. Quil and Embry were right behind him with their eyes darting around the room as if trying to find something.

"God, Jake, let go of my arm! What is going on? Are you attempting to rip it of, or what?!" I yelled at him all the while trying to keep my balance and preventing myself from injuring my extremities with my awful clumsiness, "Jake? What is going on?" I asked this time a little more alarmed. As I stumbled next to him, I caught the expression on his face; it looked murderous.

He didn't look at me as he said the one word that would make my world crashing around me: "Vampires."

Stupid shiny Volvo owner. And everything went black.

I know that this is not very long, but it is quite late already and I have to get up early tomorrow. Please, review, this is my first FanFic I wrote in English and about Twilight and please be honest with me; just tell me how hideous it is, don't be shy.

I will update tomorrow with another chapter.

HAVE A NICE NIGHT!