Bella Swan sat in her beat-up 1980 Chevrolet Red pickup truck as she cruised down the hill in Chilmark, Martha's Vineyard. The broken car window allowed the cool salt ocean breeze to fill the truck with the aroma of the bay nearby. In late December, the clouds at Martha's Vineyard hung closer to the ground, giving the island an eerie look; always threatening to snow, but never would. A haze hovered above the ground, creating a never-ending fog.

Bella passed by police station right before the Chilmark Store and turned into the vacant parking lot. She glanced at her reflection in the cracked rear-view mirror without actually looking at herself. She already knew what was there. She knew she was not ugly, but she never really acknowledged the fact that she was indeed pretty.

Wide, annoyingly boring eyes would shine back at her that were usually cast down. She was always afraid that her eyes would fail her and reveal the real women behind them. If she looked up, she would see the world that she hardly took the time to care about and know. She was afraid if she looked at someone directly, they would be able to see all of her secrets and her soul.

Bella's brown hair was constantly pulled back in a hair tie. Her long, natural-looking hair revealed scattered highlights created from the heat of the sun. A few tendrils of hair would occasionally be freed from the capture of the hair tie and fly in front of her eyes, frustratingly blocking her vision.

Bella opened her door and as car door slammed behind her, rust fell off the truck from the impact. The rust fell to the ground like a metal rainfall. Bella turned around to check there was no major damage to her car, her baby car. Other than the normal dents that were originally there from when they tried to throw the truck in the junkyard and send it to "Car Heaven", there was no visible damage. Her car could stand a hell lot of damage.

Her sneakers dug a hole in the rock-covered dirt when she turned back around to the porch. She walked up the old, wooden steps and pulled her favorite book out of her purse. She sat in her usual rocking chair, one of the only ones that did not squeak every time you rocked back. Her black sweatpants kept her warm on the cold, wintry evening.

Bella always wore baggy clothes, despite her proportionate body. Her small waist always found it hard to feel comfortable in the tight fitting jeans that everyone wore. She never wanted to look like everyone else. She wanted to be independent. Bella always felt like she needed to be different. Big shirts and sweatshirts were what she practically lived in.

Bella soon began to skim her book to find the page she was on and became absorbed in her book instantly, since she has read it at least 18 times. Every time she would find something different and new that she had never noticed the first 17 times she read it. She much preferred the world in her novels than her own world, which was going downhill.

Fast.

She had lived in the suburbs of Phoenix, Arizona since she was three years old. The mountains always gave her a feeling of openness and security. The desert and endless sky seemed never to care who she was or what she looked like. It gave her a sense of what happiness would feel like. The lakes there always looked inviting to her. They just to let her be herself and to swim freely. The sunrises were what kept her from going completely insane. The different colors reflected on the clouds and the desert sand made her feel like she was someone different and belonged somewhere else. Somewhere more important.

Every summer she would visit her grandmother in Martha's Vineyard and return to her unsocial life in Arizona, but her mother finally decided that the isolated suburb of Phoenix was not good for her 17-year-old senior in high school. Her mother was remarried to a young baseball player named Phil barely a year ago. They were crazy in love with each other, but because of Phil's job, he was constantly moving and rarely got to see his wife. Bella's mother was always upset when Phil was gone. So, Bella decided to move to Forks, Washington to live with her dad for her senior year. With Bella gone, her mother could be with Phil all the time and be happy. So, she was enrolling into the high school in Forks after Christmas break. What a great holiday gift.

The screeching of rubber tires skidding on the rocks interrupted Bella's train of thought. She looked up and saw a silver Volvo tearing through the road and into the parking lot, with dirt and rocks flying behind the car, threatening to crash directly into her truck. Bella sprang up to her feet immediately out of impulse and gasped as the car just barely brushed against the poor paint job on her truck. The car screeched to a stop as Bella tried to get a look of the driver through the black tinted windows.

"What the hell?" Bella found herself yelling at the stranger. "You do realize you could have just totally ruined your car, you jerk?!"

The stranger opened the door and stepped out smiling. His smile revealed whitened teeth that were obviously their natural color. His voice sounded like velvet as he spoke to her with amusement. "Ruined my car? I believe I was just speeding towards your truck, head on, at 72 miles per hour, and you're worried about my car?"

He pulled off his dark sunglasses that matched his dark collared t-shirt. He dressed completely in black, even down to the shoes. The only thing that was not black was a deep purple amethyst stone that hung casually around his neck. The black brought out the paleness of his skin. Deadly pale.

"Whatever. My car can stand up to..." Bella's voice trailed off as she looked up for the first time at this stranger and into his eyes.

He had bronze hair that attempted to cover his curiously distracting eyes. The darkness of the twilight and approaching stars reflected into his eyes, creating a dark and mysterious look in them; and yet, they looked vacant and empty, despite the fading flawless smile on his face. There was sadness deeply hidden behind them, as if he was trying to hide it from the world so they would not judge him, as Bella was now. His eyes traveled into Bella's eyes as well, interpreting them just like her.

His features seemed somehow familiar to her. Familiarly strange, yet beautiful.

This stranger, to whom Bella felt somewhat drawn to, took a small, timid step to her without a smile. "I'm Edward." He tried to smile again, but he somehow stuck out his hand even when he was more than three feet away, so that she would know he was not going to hurt her. Bella took his hand as a friendly gesture and slipped her fingers into his.

Then the world stopped moving as Bella and Edward fell into their own minds, triggered by memories they never knew they had.

--

The overwhelming heat of the sun beat down on two lovers as it began to hide behind storm clouds, not far off in the distance. You could feel the electricity of the storm building up in the air and between the two people. Thunder echoed in the distance of this empty desert with only one source of water running through it. The Nile.

The two lovers walked hand in hand along the banks of the river, leaving their footprints behind in the sand so the wind could whisk it away only seconds after their feet left.

The girl stopped along the shore and slipped her golden sandals off, studded with emeralds, and left them carelessly in the hot sand. She gracefully floated towards the water, pulling the boy along behind her. She looked seductively back at him with her piercing brown eyes, shining brightly with amusement. They were darkened by ashes of antimony. Her cheeks and lips were reddened with powdered rock lichen. Her forehead was whitened with chalk to protect her from the sun's harmful rays.

She smiled as she placed her carefully manicured feet into the Nile's cooling water. She pulled the boy close to her and he placed his face cautiously in her neck behind her, next to her artfully curled hair, with long tendrils trailing over her shoulders and down her back or coiled at her cheek. He breathed in deeply her specially blended perfume made from violet and black hyacinth at an incomparable price, mingled with the essential fragrance of a beautiful woman.

The boy smiled as well and began to tease her by kissing her ear softly and pulling at her big purple-gemmed hoops dangling temptingly. Goosebumps crawled up her bare arms, entwined by serpents of rare lapis lazuli. The boy stopped and began to concentrate on untying the sacred knot of Isis that held her gown of rippling golden silk together.

The wind picked up, the Nile's calm waters became rough, and tension filled the air that was filled only seconds with passion. Lightning stabbed at the ground not even a mile away. The wind howled in their ears and sand twirled around them as if they were in the middle of a twister.

The girl's heart picked up and she looked into the boys eyes fearfully. He whispered in her ear with his dizzying warm breath, "Something big is coming, Isabella Marie." He smiled devilishly and gently pulled her soft, pampered skin and kissed every one of her manicured nails. "But do not worry, my love. I will protect you with my eternal life, my eternal love."

Lightning stroke again and a single drop of rare rain fell onto their intertwined hands as the black sky covered their vision.

--

A small snow crystal landed on Bella's and Edward's intertwined hands. Their eyes were dazed and confused by what they had just witnessed. They stood so closely, yet unawkwardly. It was as if they stood in this same position before. Edward's breath blew into her ear and tickled her as he whispered, "What is your name?"

Still dazed and drained from the vision, Bella looked him straight in the eye and answered with her eyebrows arched, "You already know my name, don't you?"

He smiled a little smile and nodded his head. "Yes, Bella. I do."

The last thing she could see before she blacked out was his smile.