I don't Own Twilight

Chapter 1: Visitor

"Bella I am going to run to the store to get you the rest of the stuff for your trip." Renée yelled this up the stairs to me as she was walking out the door.

"Ok mom." I yelled back just as the door closed behind my mom. After my mom pulled out of the driveway I turned back to the mess that was my entire wardrobe. It wasn't that hard to sort out what I would be taking to Forks with me and what would be staying here. Forks, Washington is one of the rainiest places in the continental US; basically it's the complete opposite of Arizona where I live now. Why you may ask did I decide to make such a drastic move, because my mom got remarried that's why. It's not that I don't like the guy, because I do Phil's great, it's the traveling that s not so great. Phil is a minor league baseball player trying to get signed, and that requires quite a bit of traveling, which is great for my mom but not so great for me. I decided that to make things easier for everyone I would go live with my dad in Forks. I am excited to see my dad again and spend time with him but I could do without the constant rain. After another 5 minutes of moping I got my butt off the floor and went downstairs to find another box. Once I made it to the basement I felt around for the light, but before I found the switch the light snapped on. I screamed and jumped back when I saw the man standing before me.

"Who, who are you?" I stammered.

"That's not important." He replied.

I knew that I should run but I couldn't, I frozen in the place where I stood. I noticed that he wasn't wearing s shirt just dirty jeans, and his long dirty blond hair was in a pony tail. He was dirty but not unattractive; if I wasn't so scared I would probably think he was hot. The thing that scared me the most about this man were his eyes, they were red. After staring at me for a minute the strange man started walking towards me and I took a step back.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked me.

I knew it wasn't a question he wanted an answer to because we both knew I wasn't going anywhere. I didn't know who this man was or even what he was but somehow knew he wasn't normal. Another thing I knew was that he wanted me dead, call it instinct or intuition but I just knew he was going to kill me. Almost as if he reading my thought he suddenly lunged at me. If I hadn't been staring at him I wouldn't have seen him move, but in a lighting quick move he was on top of me. I wanted to scream or run but he was on top of me and covering my mouth so I couldn't do either. As I struggled he lowered his mouth to my neck, I thought he was going to kiss me but then I felt his teeth bite into by neck. I felt him sucking what I assumed was my blood, and the more of my blood that he drank the weaker I began to feel. I never thought much about how I would die, but I assumed I would die of old age not from having all the blood sucked out of me. As blackness started to surround me I knew I didn't have much time left. All the sudden in my semi-unconscious state I heard the garage door open. He must of heard it too because he pulled away from my neck and dropped me roughly to the floor. I was barely conscious now, but I did manage to turn my head to the side in time see the man who almost killed me climb out the small window in our basement. It was then that I noticed the pain that had started in my neck; it wasn't pain because he had just bitten me there, but pain like fire.

It the midst of all the pain and the unconsciousness threatening to overtake me I heard my mom come down the stairs. I knew she saw me when I heard her scream, I felt her next to me and I think she was trying to talk me but I was in too much pain to really understand what was going on. The pain kept getting worse and worse and it was spreading all over my body. I was aware that my mom left my side because I heard her run up the stairs. A few minutes later she returned and whispering to me that it would be ok. I wanted to believe her but I was in too much pain to believe that I would come out of this alive. It was then that I heard sirens outside the house and I knew that my mom had called 911. It was at that same moment that the paint took over my entire body, and I let the unconsciousness and the pain I had been fighting over take me.

AN: Sorry about any spelling, grammer, or Punctuation mistakes