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Never the Same

Bella is coming into Forks in her senior year of high school, for her mother. Her mother gets sick after a few weeks and Bella must return to her, but little does she know, somebody else is there. somebody she's seen before, but never talked to. somebody who gave her that deja vu feeling on her first day. someone with the strangest colors to their eyes. somebody who truly is a monster.

ok, this is gonna start out kinda like Twilight, but notice some differences. the deja vu thing will be explained in the next chapter. I refuse to copy any direct quotes from Twilight. everything I write is written by me and not anyone else. This chapter is the only one that will be this close to the book. all others will be FAR different. it started out as trying to add as many twists and turns as possible into Twilight. but, it turned into so much more. does anybody else know how boring the first few weeks of school are? well, I wrote this absolutely HUGE outline in Core over that time,(aka English and History) and it's developed into an absolutely amazing plot. I can't wait to write it all!=] Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Twilight, but.........it's just too irresistable to stop writing about!=]

5. Just a Little Walk

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Bella’s POV

Throughout my flight towards Jacksonville, I was overcome with the fear of what Phil could’ve meant by “sick.” In other words, the worries that had been instilled in me before the long ride to the airport had not subsided. They wouldn’t until I knew Renee was safe and sound; and, of course, not freaking out about my sudden arrival.

The plane landed with a thud on the brightly lit tarmac. I pulled my duffel bag—the same thing I had brought with me from Phoenix only a few days before—over one shoulder as I exited into the bustling community people liked to call an airport.

Phil stood up from his seat immediately upon noticing my arrival into the terminal. He seemed to be far away as her subtly greeted me and led me toward the exit.

As soon as the automatic doors slid open I was assaulted with the sweltering heat. Even at night neither the temperature nor the humidity had died down much from its level during the day. I had not yet had time to become used to the extremity of the frigid temperatures present in Forks; so I was able to easily adapt to the new scene.

I’d never been to Jacksonville before. It wasn’t like I hadn’t intended to come to visit my mother and Phil, but my plans had never including coming this soon. Well, apparently fate doesn’t like me to be in Forks either. Although, I was a bit intrigued by the duo back in the parking lot. And the boy among them had been rather interesting. But family comes first, and Renee was sure family.

I could’ve been watching the lush greenery flashing through the glass windows while we drove, but instead I focused my line of sight straight ahead through the windshield, staring at nothing in particular. The only thing I really saw was the black and yellow highway zooming past.

I had thought that Phil would drive us to a hospital, but instead he pulled up to hotel. It did not tower like others I had seen, but was instead short and wide, with black iron balconies bordering the second and third floors. It was painted in a light green color all around, blending in with the landscape. This must be where they were staying. After all, they couldn’t have already bought a house after so little time.

“Isn’t she at the hospital?” I questioned my stepfather.

“Yes,” he replied, “but it’s past visiting hours, I fought with the nurse about it last night. Apparently, since she isn’t dying, visiting hours still apply. Even for family.”

My thoughts of that nurse were not of a pleasant nature as Phil pulled into a parking spot near the southern end of the hotel. How rude of her to not let Phil stay with his own wife when she is sick. Of course, now was not the time to worry about such matters. It was probably a good idea for me to get some rest while I could and go to see Renee when it was “allowed.”

I followed Phil up a thin flight of stairs leading to the second floor. I followed silently behind him down the long hallway until we were almost at the edge of the building. He stopped abruptly and dug two keycards out of his pocket.

“Your room is right there.” He pointed to the room two doors down from his and handed me a keycard before disappearing behind the door of his room.

I walked to the last room on the second floor and slid the keycard in to enter the room. Once I was in, I threw my duffel bag to the floor and flopped down on top of the covers of the well-made bed. I didn’t feel like sleeping at a time like this. It just didn’t feel right knowing what was going on while I would be here sleeping in a hotel room. I decided to take a walk instead. Maybe the wonderful Florida heat—still nowhere near as comforting as Phoenix, but it was a start—would be able to calm me down.

I stuffed the magnetic card back into my pocket as I opened the door to go outside. I found a set of stairs closer to my room and wondered why we hadn’t taken these in the first place.

I was only a few yards away from the cover of the overhang when it began to rain right in the middle of the parking lot. I groaned. I thought I was getting away from the damp climate of Forks when I came to Florida, not coming right back into it! Well, at least it wasn’t cold. That was definitely a plus.

I reveled in the possibility of a wet place being hot at the same time while it rained. If it just had to rain in Washington, then why couldn’t it at least be accompanied by such blissful heat? Was that really so much to ask?

I didn’t realize how far I had gone until I looked around. The hotel was merely a small figure in the background from my place on the sidewalk of a deserted and dimly lit cross street. I looked around for the simplest way to go back. Had I really walked that far? It sure didn’t seem like it.

A flash of bronze caught my eye. The figurative light bulb flicked on in the back of my head with the memory of where I had seen such a color before. That boy back in Forks; the one with the little black-haired girl. But he could be this far east could he? Especially in such an odd place. How, well, odd. This probably wasn’t a very good place to meet him anyway even if such a possibility rang true,

A figure stepped out in my peripheral vision. It was, of course, the very boy I had been thinking it was. I turned to fully face him only to be stunned by his pure beauty yet again. His eyes flashed up to meet mine as mine threatened to pop out of their sockets. Those eyes, they weren’t right. Nobody had that color eyes. Not like the gold I had previously seen on him, the mysterious one that seemed to make his face glow in the middle of my personal hell. No, these were the deepest shade of ruby red; the color of fresh blood.

I immediately started backing up, merely his threatening eyes moving my feet. I was turning around to run—never a good idea for me—when I tripped over a raised crack in the old sidewalk. A sharp pain was sent to my head and felt nothing more as I was pulled into a state of unconsciousness.