Bella's point of view.

I was in bed, even though I couldn't sleep. Could you, knowing your father was out there, fighting against The Dark Creatures Of The Night? The things that sucked blood. Humans blood, to be more specific. I was scared for him, what if – what if he didn't come back? My father had thought I was just being silly, had laughed playfully when I voiced my concerns, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was going to happen tonight, something bad.

So I lay awake in my bed, straining my ears to listen, hoping each second I would hear my father's footsteps coming in to check on me before he too went to bed. But I didn't hear it. He had left several ago, and was taking much more time than usual, hours more than he'd said he would take.

I heard footsteps come in the directions of my room, but not my father's light, careful footsteps, a heavier set, but one I recognised never the less. Mr Cullen, the grandfather I loathed, who loathed me right back. I couldn't think of why he was in my room. Except for one reason. But that wasn't it. It couldn't be it.

"Bella," he said in that loath-fulled voice, the one he reserved just for me and my father, whom he didn't like because Carlisle had gone into medicine instead of priesthood, though my father still did participate in the hunts of The Dark Creatures Of The Night. He continued, "Much to my displeasure, you are now mine. Your father, my son, whatever you wish me to refer to him as, has sadly died," he didn't look sad at all at the thought of his only son dead, merely annoyed he now had to take care of me.

But I didn't think about that much. How was I to? My father, my only living realative was gone. Was it not enough that my mother had died giving birth to me. I knew not to miss what I had never had, but sometimes, my father seemed slightly unhappy and I'd always blamed myself. Though he called me silly when I voiced this, ruffling my hair playfully, I still felt as though I had taken something from him, something irreplacable. Love.