Disclaimer: I wish I owned twilight, but alas, I don't *sad face*

I groaned in frustration. 5 miles to the next gas station and my car had to die. Fucking typical. I had already called a tow company ten minutes ago, but apparently all their staff were out to lunch and wouldn't be back for an hour. At least I knew where I was, seeing as I had passed the Texas border eleven miles back. My reflection in the side mirror caught my attention and I grimaced. My long chocolate locks were sweaty and had stuck to my skin, the latter being tinged pink and also sweaty from the heat.

I got out of the car and stretched my body, getting all the kinks out. I might be short, being only five foot four, but I make up for that with my natural curves. My decent sized chest and flat stomach were enhanced in a button up sleeveless light blue shirt, the daisy dukes and black cowboy boots complimenting my toned ass and thighs. I had left the cowboy hat in the car, not wanting to stain it with the sweat from my hair. I had changed not long after I passed the border, not wanting to stand out and attract attention.

Before I get too far ahead of myself, I better let you know who I am. My name is Isabella Marie Swan, but I prefer Bella. I used to live with my mother Renee and her new husband Phil. But was sick of that bloody hussy bringing round any type of trash when Phil was away for work. After one had decided to try an 'visit' me after Renee had fallen asleep, me being the mature and totally not defence less sixteen year old, had kicked him soundly in the junk, screamed for Renee and had left the following morning. I had moved in with my father Charlie, who was the Chief of Police at Forks. Forks was this boring little town in Washington, surrounded by a massive amount forest. Thing were ok, I guess, until the Cullens had turned up. Being as beautiful as they were, they had taken me in after my father had been killed by a grizzly bear. Carlisle and his wife Esme had a small number of adopted children, all of them ranging between seventeen and nineteen.

Edward; five foot nine with an unruly mop of copper hair and the body of a god, Alice; a tiny little sprite at five feet with spiky black hair, Emmett; a massive bear of a man with a linebacker body, black curls and a gorgeous dimpled smile, Rosalie; a tall leggy blonde with a nasty attitude and lastly Jasper; six foot two with blond curls and a lazy smile. The only thing the teenagers had in common was the gold eyes and seriously pale skin they all sported. Carlisle and Esme did as well, except Carlisle had short blonde hair and a permanent kind smile whereas Esme had large and loose caramel curls and an easy grace that was impossible to copy. Oh, I also forgot to mention one other thing they all share.

They are all vampires.

Now before you get your panties in a twist and run around screaming your head off, just wait a minute. They don't drink from humans, so your safe. They actually feed from animals, hence the gold eyes. If they stuck to natural food source, then their eyes would be red. But all new vampires start out with red eyes, the animal blood change it to gold over time.

My musing was cut short as I heard a car making its way down the dusty road, the sun glaring off the metal body. I leant against my car, one foot propped up against the door, the other pointing out straight. I grabbed my hat and perched it on my head, no longer caring about the sweat as the sun had started to make me permanently squint. Eventually the car pulled up, revealing a sexy as fuck '68 black dodge charger. I nearly groaned at the car, it being one of the things in the life that I had always wanted. Maybe apart from endless orgasms supplied by a strong, sexy as hell Texan. I smirked to myself. Then lost it just as quick when the occupant stepped out. I fought to not moan out loud as he stretched and flashed me a sexy half smirk, curling his seriously kissable lips. He was six foot seven, his long legs clad in tight jeans and a black shirt clung to his toned chest, I could see dark brown hair peeking out from under his cowboy hat. Sadly I couldn't see his eyes, from under the hat, but I was betting on green. I had found the orgasm guy. And hot damn did he do my imagination justice.

"Hey there darlin, name's Peter Whitlock. Car trouble?" He raised his head enough this time to see reveal his eyes and I saw the ruby red colour flash. Vampire.

Dammit. I was in so much trouble.