Chapter 1: Intruder

This selection is from New Moon, while Bella and Jake are in Bella's truck, and Bella jut ditched Jake because she saw Carlisle's car in front of her house. Luckily for her, it was Alice, but what if it wasn't...

(DISCLAIMER: I am not the creator of these characters; I have just improvised the story line created by Stephanie Meyer.)

I grabbed the key with sweaty hands form under the eve. My heart was already crashing in chest from when Jacob first caught the scent of Carlisle. On my second try, I was able to twist the knob and head into the dimness of my house. It felt too real, too good to be true, and I shuddered at the cliché.

To make sure my eyes weren't deceiving me, I cast a quick glance at Carlisle's car, faintly glowing in the dimness of a nearby street light. It had the same glossy black exterior with the tinted windows that made it feel like dusk even at noon. But as I squinted in the mist, I realized I could see the faint outline of the seats, the steering wheel...a feat that would have been impossible for a car with dark tint. It wasn't Carlisle's car at all.

Nausea hit my stomach, and I inhaled to prepare to let out a scream, and a flash of white blinded my vision, and rammed into my mouth. Hard. Like cement. I squeezed my lids, praying Charlie hadn't come home. The hand on my mouth stifled the sobs that threatened to explode. But even behind my closed lids I imagines fiery curls, a crouch, and the deranged face of Victoria and her thirst. A low hiss escaped from the intruder's throat, suddenly calming my frantic heart-beats.

It was a hiss too low to belong to a female. I prayed this time that this vampire would be more merciful than Victoria had intended to be. My hallucinatory Edward was defining me with his growls. The unfamiliar vampire spun me around and pinned me to my now shut front door. I knew I was facing him, I could feel his eyes on my closed ones. I gathered the courage...or bravado I had left to look into the eyes of a new hunter. I stared back to an unfamiliar face, who's menacing burgundy eyes locked with mine. A surge of useless relief washed through me as I realized he wasn't thirsty.

It what useless relief because it meant he had come here for another intention.

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