DISCLAIMER: Stephanie Meyer owns all the character. :)

CHAPTER 1:

I'm running again. Whoever is chasing me is getting close. I'm scared. So very scared. I'm hoping he doesn't catch up with me. But this thought is not supported by my heart. It tells me to stop running. To reach out to the person who is behind me. He is close now. I can feel his presence. Abruptly, a hand reaches out and winds itself along my waist. His grip is tight and he is panting. Though I can sense an air of victory coming off of him. Like he has won his prize. "I've got you now Isabella."he coos in my ear…

I wake up drenched in sweat. It's the same nightmare I've been having for some time. I sighed. Nothing new there. My digital clock at the bed side said 6:15 am in neon green letters. Well might as well wake up all the way. I slowly made my way out of my bed and headed to the bathroom. I needed a coffee soon and I'm not drinking any without having my teeth brushed. Once I brushed my teeth, I look into the mirror and saw flat brown eyes , a button nose, pale pink lips and boring brown hair reflected back at me. Well, that's me. Plain old Isabella Swan. Though, according to my friend and colleague Angela, I had deep chocolate brown eyes and mahogany hair with pouty lips. Her words ,not mine. We have worked together for about two years now. Ever since I first met her, Angela and I shared a deep bond. Sisterly even. We have worked together on many projects together. We were Google's best programmers.

Yup. You heard it right. We worked at Google. I loved my job. I've always been a "nerd" ,I guess you could say. I was always best with computers and software and what not. I graduated early at 16 years old from Forks High School. After many discussions it was decided that I would go to Stanford. There I took a B-Tech degree in software engineering. After attending Google's examination , I passed with the top score and was asked to attend an interview. The interview went without a hitch and at 20 years old, I was offered a job as the Assistant engineer for systems development at Google. I met my best friend turned sister ,Angela there. And after working my ass off, and submitting the best projects out there, I was promoted within a very short period of time. Some might consider me lucky. But it was pure hard work.

After washing my face, I headed straight for my coffee machine at the kitchen. I lived in a moderate sized flat at Chicago. Though why I decided to accept a job at Chicago, I have no idea. I just felt that I had to. That inexplicable pull…..

I looked at the clock that hung on my wall. 6:45am. I better get ready. I took a long shower and put on my work clothes. A black pencil skirt and sleek white blouse that hugged my curves. I blow dried my hair and it hung in waves. I decided to stop at starbucks nearby to grab a bite. After wearing my black pumps, I felt ready to tackle the day. I took my car and keys from the shelf in the living room and after locking my apartment, I headed down .At the parking garage, I headed to my baby, a black Audi R8. By then it was already 7:15. After pulling out the car out of the garage, I headed straight to Starbucks.

My mouth started to water at the prospect of a chocolate glazed donut from starbucks. I was feeling kind of weird today. A feeling of… anticipation? What was I anticipating? I had already submitted the Newman project. So then what was it? I decided that I didn't like this feeling. And instead of taking the highway I decided to take a shortcut.

I drove through the narrow road at 50 miles per hour. I didn't want any accidents. Actually I haven't had any accidents ever since I had gotten my drivers license. I was a little smug about the fact that I was a really good driver. With those thoughts in my mind, I didn't see the black form that almost jumped out of nowhere infront of my car. I slammed on to the break, but I was a little late as what appeared to be a body splay in the middle of the road after the impact from my car. I was instantly alarmed!

Oh my god! It had to happen to me. I knew I was getting way too smug about my driving. I looked around as I exited my car and saw that there was nobody around. I prayed to whoever was up there . "please god! Please let him be alive"

Because as I neared I saw that it was a man in what appeared to be a very expensive suit. Armani I'm guessing. What was a guy like him doing in the shady parts of town? I wondered. He was lying in the road facing away from me. I kneeled down next to him and put my hands on his shoulders and turned him around.

"Hello? Sir ? can you hear me? I'm so sorry. Please wake up!" I cried.

It was then I saw him. I had no words…. Handsome seemed to be inadequate. He was, for the lack of a better word, beautiful. Big and thick lashes, straight nose, pink lips that begged to be kissed and a prominent and angular jaw. And from what I could feel he was well toned. And looked to be atleast about 6"4.

As I sat in shock I felt something wet coat my hands and when I looked down , I saw blood… lots of it. And not just by hitting my car, by the looks of it.

As I was pondering all these thoughts, suddenly, his eyes opened. Emerald green orbs stared at my chocolate brown as I was stunned to silence.