So, hey everyone, this is the first chapter of 'Looks Can Be Deceiving!' Ooh, exciting, isn't it? xD Yes, no prologue, because I am lazy. Hmm. Too bad. This is my very first fanfic and I have had this idea stuck in my head for weeks, and I had to voice it somehow. Sorries for any spelling or grammar errors, and please go easy, this is my first fanfic. I am unsure on whether or not I should continue this, so please review! If I get at least one review, I shall continue. :) Oh, and sorry that it's short. But I'm just beginning... Laughs evilly So, onward with the read!

Disclaimer: Well, uhh, let's see, I don't own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse or Breaking Dawn, heck, I don't even own this computer! It all belongs to Stephenie Meyer, and I don't want to end up being sued!

Chapter 1 – Looks Can Be Deceiving

The day started off as it normally would. Ever since Edward had left, my life had no meaning, no purpose to it at all. I would have already put an end to my pitiful existence, if it was not for my father, because I just could not do that to him.

By now, it still hurt to say his name, but it felt as if it was all I had left of him. The shrill ringing of the telephone startled me from the deep pits of my dark thoughts. Barrelling down the stairs, I clumsily picked the phone off of the receiver.

"Hello?" I answered breathlessly.

"Bella! Is there something wrong? You seem out of breath... Well, anyways, Ange and I were wondering if you were alright, I mean, we haven't gone out for weeks ever since Edward..." I tuned out her voice once she had mentioned that fateful day, barely standing as the searing pain lashed through my chest.

"Bella?! Bella?! Hello?! Are you okay?" Jessica asked worriedly from the other end.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, I'm okay..." I answered distractedly.

"So, as I was asking, would you like to join Angela and I down at Port Angeles? We were going there for a girls' night out, you know, to just relax and get away from it all!" she giggled the last part out excitedly. It wouldn't really hurt to go out for one night, would it? Maybe I could track down the men who had attacked me all those months ago, and that could possibly bring Edward's voice back. It couldn't possibly hurt any more than I already am, could it? "I-I mean, I know you probably wouldn't want to go, but we were just hoping..." she trailed off, stuttering as she misunderstood my hesitation.

"Oh, sure Jess, I would love to go, what time are we leaving at?" I answered in what I could only assume to be a hopefully cheerful voice.

"Oh, well, we will come pick you up at 5 O'clock tonight, and head out to get something to eat. Does that sound good?" She asked.

"Yeah, that sounds great! See you then!" I answered and put the phone down, heading up to my room for a quick shower before heading out. Shortly after, I heard a car's horn honk. Picking up my wallet, I dashed down the stairs and out the door, where I met Angela, and we were off.

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I kept running as the obviously drunk man barreled after me. He was shouting utterly vulgar things towards me. With a sigh of relief, I saw the faint outlines of the local downtown stores coming into view.

I quickly surveyed my surroundings. There were very beaten apartment buildings, warehouses and trees that dotted the streets. This did not in any way help my condition. The buildings were withered, the paint on the windows chipped away, with graffiti all over the warehouse walls. The rotting trees towered over, casting shadows and leaving an overall creepy atmosphere. Three blocks up were the downtown stores. Ironically, it seems as though I have ended up in the same predicament as I was in almost a year ago.

I do not know what brought me back to this fateful town; but I do know something.

One: I was in Port Angeles again, and that was internally tearing me to shreds already.

Two: I was in some serious trouble; and that was what could cause the physical damage. I started to get hopeful, realizing it was what I want all along, is to end the searing pain that was going through my chest.

I could not do that to my family though. Their names were running through my head. Charlie. Renee. Angela. Even him. Edward Cullen. He did hurt me, but I loved him with my heart and soul. Heck, I still do. I decided I would keep my promise to him, even though he hurt me. The man's rough voice snapped me out of my trance.

"Bella-BOO, where are YOU?!" he shouted, bumping into various objects along his run. The fact he knew my name shocked me, and I snapped my head up. Me being me, I tripped over a rock and slammed on the ground. With a whimper, I pulled myself into the sitting position and pulled my ankle up closer. Pain coursed through it, and it was badly bruised and throbbing, most likely sprained.

The scuffling of feet caused me to look up and gasp in surprise. There was the man, towering over me, with a sneer on his face.

"You honestly thought you could get away from me, didn't you? Well, you thought wrong!" he laughed harshly, sticking out a disgusting hand to touch me. Something made him stop midway, though.

"Don't. Touch. Her." The figure growled. This growl was not a human approximation, no, it belonged to the species that the love of my life belonged to. The same love who had broken my heart three months ago. I looked up at the growling figure and my heart leaped. There, standing in the shadows, was my sparkling angel.

He was snarling, and his teeth were bared, glowing white in the darkness. His figure was shaking with what I would think was fury, although that did not make sense, since he did not love me, or even care about me. I noticed something was completely wrong with him though. I could not quite put a finger on it, though. He took a graceful step towards my attacker and I, the moonlight shining on him, glowering.

With a jolt of shock, I noticed the change, the fault in his features. There were his eyes as they glowed in the darkness. But, that problem was, they were not the mesmerizing golden butterscotch I would get lost in.

They were glowing a bright crimson.

So, how'd ya like it? Was it bad? Was it good? Please review, and tell me if I should continue. 'Cause I'm still unsure about this story... :)

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'Till next time, Kolored.