Hello people. This is my first try at a Twilight/New Moon fan fiction. The first thing I've done that's not Harry Potter. So, bear with me if it doesn't fit your standards.

I'm not going to do the whole disclaimer thing, because if you're posting it on here, it's not yours. :)

Okay so this is set awhile after the scene where Edward leaves Bella but the plot is not really the same as what happened after the ditch. The big 3/4 of the book devoted to Jacob is not in here, but he is mentioned. Okay... HERE WE GO!

Large flames grinned evily at me as I stand there. Thank you God.SARCASM. I looked up into my bedroom window, which was fully ingulfed - as was the rest of the house.

" This is so not my fault."

" This is so-oh your fault" Angela said with a laugh. Angela stood beside me, completely in hysterics about what had just happened. I did not think it was funny in the least.

" My dad is going to kill me."

" Your dad is so gonna kill you."

" Thanks for the support Ang."

That's right. My dad has no idea what happened. But seriously it is not my fault. I was sitting in my bedroom, thinking about love, and listening to Muse on full blast, when I smelt it. Gasoline. Yup, but at first I didn't really think about it. Until I saw that hazy stuff that you see when you're barbequeing. Yea. Any ways, I got up and my door would not open. This is were I got really pissy, or it might of been the hallucinations from being poisoned! But I was grabbed from behind and, kind of whired, out of the window and onto the grass where Angela was standing after running out of the front door. And, funny enough, we were the only ones on that grass, and there was most definitly no one in the house.

I had asked Angela what the hell she was doing to the kitchen.

" I was in the living room Bella, getting Your homework while you daydreamed up in your room. In case you haven't noticed, THERES NO GASOLINE GAGE IN THE LIVING ROOM." After I tried to tell her that someday there might be, was when the house kind of , as lack of a better word, exploded. Yep. My house is in flames. All of my stuff is soon to be ashes on the floor. All my photos are probably in a nice crisp, along with my clothes, and oh my gosh, my money. I stifled a fake cry, because I haven't actually been able to cry in months. Angela just kind of stood there watching as if it were the most fasinating thing she'd ever seen, eventhough it was soon to be the cause of my death!

I can hear the sounds of sirens coming from down the street. The smoke from the house was dark enough to be seen from Phoenix - almost. But, most definitly everyone in Forks saw it, which means my dad as well. Within second a lonely firetruck pulled up behind us. A handful of fire fighters galloped out and set themselves to work.

" Gonna call for backup?" I asked the cheif.

" Most likely we wont need it.We're gonna just have to keep the fire under control until it puts itself out."

" Oh. Wait. WHAT?" I asked. " Just spray some water on it, tell it to cool down and it will."

" Miss. Swan, in case you haven't noticed, this fire wont be put out with a little water. That there is gasoline."he said smelling the air, I swear I see satisfaction in his face. The freak.

" So?"

" So that means-"

" Isabella Swan!" An oh-too farmilar voice booms from behind.

" Oh Shit." I whisper to Angela, before I put an innocent face on and turn around.

His face isn't innocent at all.

"Hey. Dad." I say trying to smile.

" What the F-." He takes in a deep breath ( I love it when he tries to swear) " What did you do?" He screamed over the sounds of the now crowded street. It looks like most of Forks. I think I see Mike Newman. " Bella!"

" I swear dad, it wasn't me.We just smelt it and then I couldn't get my door open, and I think I broke my wrist on the land out of the window. Angela almost died-" You can see I'm trying to mess with his mind by saying too much at once. Ha! it worked.

He has me in one of those "You're alive" hugs. I giggle within myself. Why am I laughing? I just lost my dad's entire house.

" Do you believe me dad?" I ask when he looks into my face. He squeezes me. Is he crying. Oh my god. " Okay dad, too much love." He lets go of me.

" I believe you Bells." He looks up at the house. "Guess we wont need any spring cleaning done." His try at a joke did not work.Talk about pathetic fallacy.

" I think I really did hurt my wrist, so I'm just gonna hop on over to the ambulance over there..." I let on, while backing away from him. Thank you Angela, she's asked him a question about some big bears head that Billy gave him. Right on, right on.

The place that I don't go to is the ambulance. I head down the street, making sure no one sees me. I nudge a pebble with the toe of my sandal as I walk. Please don't let this be on purpose. Please don't let this fire be caused by something inhuman.

The streets are completly empty due to their new attraction of a fire. I'm starting to feel like one of those lady's in ditress girls on one of those ' not so scary' horror movies. As if vampires have to be invited into your house. All I need now is the whole jepoardyish song playing in the background. The late hour of about 11:30 pm doesn't help much either.

" Bellaaaa..." Oh my god. Oh my god. Why is my mind doing this to me. Okay, I think I've gone far enough. I turn around and start heading back towards my street.

"Bellaaaa..." I walk a wee bit faster. Holy shit! there is someone standing infront of me. This is were I stop. I sigh. It's just a little girl, maybe 13. She giggles and takes a step forward.

" Hello Bella." she says. creepy? Not really.

" Uh. Hi. Do I know you?" I ask in a childish way. The way you would talk to a little girl.

" No, but I know you." she whispers.

"Alrighty. Not spooky in the least."

" Yes. I heard you're not afraid of anything. Not even vampires." I stare at her for a moment. How did she know? I try to play dumb ofcoarse. Taking a step forward, I say

" Okay, look little girl, did you get lost? do you need someone to walk you home." I put my hands on my knees and look down at her.

" No I do not need a walk home. Do I look like a dog to you?"

"Well..." Thats when the lamp post put her face into clear view. No. She couldn't be. She had the same white, pale skin as E - one of them. She's noticed that I've noticed.

" It was suppost to be your father in the house." she says. " We didn't think you'd be there on a friday night."

" Hey it's not my fault I have no social life - hold up. My father?"

She grins and I see a wide smile of perfect white teeth.

" My name is Jane Volturi. I think you might want to know me a little better."

END OF CHAPTER ONE!!! PLEASE REVIEW.!