"Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody"

-Mark Twain

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Preface

I was drawn into the darkness, and watched furtively as he unknowingly showed me what he had become. The horror that struck me when I looked upon the glistening light sparkling from his newly found teeth, the darkness of his sultry looking eyes, and red liquid that oozed from his lips. It was then and only then, in the dark, waiting anxiously for him to acknowledge my presence, and feeling much like a peeping tom, that I realised, my best friend no longer existed.

Chapter one: Fatal Attraction.

Up until now I had no idea about the outside world; the extent of my existence was here, in Forks, Washington, a town I had lived for what seemed like forever, It almost felt like a part of me that was attached, and maybe if left, even for one tiny fraction of a second, I would lose that piece of me forever. Forks was a small town; Population: 3,120 people. It's better than it sounds, believe me. The nearest city was Seattle, but even that was 140 miles, and seeing as I have no car and not enough money to feed an ant, it looks like I'll be here for quite a while.

My sister had scrutinized every piece of clothing I had placed on my feeble body , I swear ; she did this so often , It was even beginning to make me extremely self conscious. I didn't see her obsession with clothes, because in the end they are all designed to do the same thing; cover you up, although some work better than others. Mina was pretty, although you couldn't really tell by the mountains of make-up she used. She had dark jet black hair which was usually wavy but was now completely straight, it had also now been dyed red but it was only visible in the sunlight, and had surprisingly bright, almost electric blue eyes, which, in itself was quite strange. "I'm going to work guys." My father plainly said, like he did every day at this time. Charlie. He's the Chief of Police. I couldn't do what he does every day. He catches the bad guys. I keep telling him he should be proud of what he does, but he just says it's his job, not for his own selfish needs. He's a very simple minded person, not in a way that he's stupid , just that he doesn't talk very much ; I asked him once why , and all I can remember him saying is that , It's not that he doesn't like to talk , it's just that there's nothing to say. He's been like that ever since she died. We don't talk about it.

"Ok dad." I called from the top of the stairs. He took a glance at me, ran his hand through his dark curly hair, and turned for the door. "Dad" the words had come out of my mouth before I had a chance to think about saying them. His head turned slightly, his hand on the door knob, and he wasn't quite facing me, but I could tell he was listening. "What is it?" He said bleakly. On second thought, "Urm .. Have a nice day at work" His head never turned back to face me as he opened the door. "I'm making no promises". And then, he was gone.

"Bella get your manly butt over here!" Mina practically screeched from the other room. I'm not a guy by the way, although sometimes I reckon being a guy would be whole lot easier than being a girl. "What?" She shoved some clothes at me. "NO way" As I stared in disbelief at the satin pink dress that looked more like a rag than a piece of clothing. "Why the hell not?!" "I'm going to school, not working the streets" I grumbled; and with that, I returned her clothes and recoiled out of the room and downstairs before she could say anything else. Ok, so it was the first day of school since summer vacation, but why make an effort? I hated school as much as I hated frills, and I really hated frills.

The only good thing about going to school was to see your friends. And seeing as I hadn't seen mine for what felt like years, today was going to be a better day than any other. "Alright, let's go ... "My sister moaned as she trudged down the stairs. I followed behind her as we made our way out onto the footpath, my sister didn't own a car, even though she was eighteen and a senior, which was infuriating seeing as when I wanted a ride somewhere, I would have to ask my dad. And I knew it would always be an awkward journey. "OH MY GOD, MINA!" A voice screamed behind us, I didn't bother to look seeing as I knew it was Rachel , and a group of my sister's "Bftladfae's", yeah, I don't know what that is either.

Rachel pretty much looked the same as Mina, A clone if you will, apart from the fact that Rachel was paler than anything, despite her efforts to cover it up with fake tan. They both looked as if they were going to be gossiping about guys for quite some time so I decided to walk ahead by myself, which I did most mornings anyway, even though I had become to be accustom to their mindless chatter. But I really didn't feel like it this particular morning. The downpour of rain was quickening really fast, but I still kept a steady pace even as I looked at my own reflection in the puddles that soaked my shoes. I really didn't look anything like my sister. Or my dad to be perfectly honest. Like all great sob stories I didn't really know my mother , but apparently I had the same soft brown hair ,the same transparently white skin , and the same lifeless brown eyes ; I often wondered if that was the reason my father could sometimes not bear to look at me.

School didn't look any different to the last time I set eyes on it a hundred and four days ago. I was sad to see that everything was still intact. The gates stood proud almost like a bodyguard. It reminded me of the gateway to hell; which in a way it was. The doors were automatic and opened the moment a person's presence was detected, so I needn't bother put it off anymore; and walked reluctantly through the gates, ready to meet my doom. I looked down at my timetable. I had the worst classes imaginable. Typical.

It was beginning to annoy me that I was still sitting alone when I should be sitting with Edward. Maybe he got lost in England? Maybe he decided to stay there after all. I sighed. I mean he was born there right? Oh god, He's never coming back, and he owes me 5 dollars! I laughed out loud at my own ridiculous attempt to cheer myself up and the people, including Mr Massingham, started to stare. "Urm... got something stuck in my throat" I faked a cough; they all looked at me as if I was mad, a concept I consider more and more each day.

The class droned on monotonously and ten minutes after my outburst, and I decided to stare at the old wooden clock, which was randomly shoved in the corner of the classroom. Mr Massingham was rambling something in German and I automatically tuned it out, scrutinizing every single tick the second hand made. Another ten minutes passed and I was so utterly and completely bored, jumping into a vat of toxic waste sounded good right now, but settled for reading the rude messages on the desks left by past students.

"Is this seat taken?" A polite voice came from beside of me. "Yes "I automatically replied with looking up or giving the boy a glance. " It's saved for my best friend; now off you pop" I concluded. As you can see from this delightful example, I'm not exactly a people person... quite rude actually... well only to the male gender I guess. "Hmm..." The voice wondered. "Maybe you could, point him out for me perhaps, I'm in no hurry" his voice was mocking, it angered me. "Well he's not here this very second is he!?" I whisper yelled."Well in that case I better take a seat" For some strange reason it was that very sentence that made me recognize that the stranger had an English accent. "So care to tell me what your problem is?" Too far buster. "Listen buddy, I don't know who the hell you think you –"Looking up towards this stranger, I saw a glimpse of someone I knew. He smiled at me, for he seemed to know who I was. I mean, I know nearly everyone's changed over the summer, started puberty, got a new haircut, thrown out their old wardrobe. Come to think of it, I'm the only person that hasn't changed. I've heard of some freaky growth problems, but this was a whole new level. I looked the boy in the eye. Or was he a man now?

"Ok who are you and what have you done to my best friend?" I whispered. He chuckled. "I'll take that as a complement shall I?" The smile he sold me was unbelievably bright, so bright in fact; it felt like it was melting my face off. "I – I" was all I managed to get out after I observed him properly. His skin was paler; perhaps it was because of the lack of sun in England. If it weren't for his unruly bronze coloured hair, I would have most likely failed to acknowledge him at all.

His eyes had dramatically changed too; their usual forest green had switched to an almost topaz colour; they had gone from wide and inviting, to deep set and brooding. His whole facial shape had changed as well, instead of being my chubby best friend with the double chin; he now had a strong prominent jaw, it was as if I were in some sick wet dream. "W-O-W" My inner girl said. I shook my head violently to perish the thought, which in turn made him cock his head to the side, a grin physically embossed onto his now long, muscular face.

"Feeling alright are we?" He asked smugly. I could still see him eyeing me even when I had turned as far away from him as humanely possible without looking too suspicious. His sleeves where rolled to the elbow which showed his long muscular arms , the muscle flexing every time he wrote into his notebook. I was shocked. Not just at the way my former fat best friend since birth was now unrealistically beautiful, but at the fact that I thought of him as Attractive. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm no shallow Hal... but I just thought that he would always be the one that I would talk to about the boy I'd eventually go crazy stalker bitch over, never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that he would be that boy. He glanced over at me once more before the bell rang. God save me now.