Greetings Mortals! How do? Hm, I just had the heart to clickety-click on my first piece of fiction and I was literally appalled!! The writing is so…choppy. So, I took it and cleaned it up, and hopefully have succeeded in providing you with a smoother read. And now I bring you Pretty Little Things REVISED. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the lovely work of Twilight. I just play for my own amusement and occasionally yours too. Only Damien and Lily Swan are © Savvy Pride.

Isabella Swan let a heavy breathe escape her lips as she stared blankly out the window into the dull, colorless skies of the Olympic Peninsula. She distractedly brushed her hair, hardly noticing the silent tears gathering in the corners of her chocolate eyes.

Today was the one year anniversary of her father's death. It was hard to believe that just a short year ago, he had been alive and well. The reports were still fresh in her mind, making her cringe. According to the local papers, Police Chief Swan seemed to have passed from a heart attack in the forest while scouting. Bella knew it was a lie. Her father had been a strong man with a healthy heart. If only it were the simplicity of simple heart failure…well, Bella would have slept a lot easier. But no; Charles Swan was murdered by a beautiful and sadistic vampire named Victoria. He had been investigating murders and disappearances in the Bellevue Woods, alone and they hadn't found him until almost a week later, dead.

Bella turned her head to glance out the bay window that now overlooked the very woods that had taken her father away from them. She couldn't help but shudder at the thought of the secrets that the wretched forest kept. Too many bad thoughts sifted through her mind at the sight of the tall trees… and just as that picturesque scene reminded her of one man in her life; her thoughts flashed a different face through her head. Very suddenly her mind drifted to him.

The one man who seemed to ruin her life in his wake.

She sighed heavily and let the flood gates go. It had been quite a long time since she indulged in these thoughts and she smiled bitterly as his face flashed before her, just as perfect and inhumanly beautiful as she remembered.

Edward Cullen. Her personal Adonis as well as her personal Hades. The only man she ever opened up to, the sole person she had dared to give everything to. And in return he had left her alone and broken, taking her heart with him. Everything she was and hoped to be dissipated the moment he walked out of her life without a backward glance. She hated him for it, and yet couldn't help but adore him all the same, because when he left her broken, he had also unwittingly given her the opportunity to rebuild herself. And rise up, she did. All with the help of two little treasures left by that angelic bastard.

Her musings were interrupted by a sharp knock at the door before it was shoved open and a little girl sped into the room, diving into her arms.

"Mama, Damien is being stupid again!"

Bella smiled as the little girl clutched at her dress.

"Language please, Lily." she softly scolded, shaking her head. Soon they were joined by a little boy who came in and wrapped his arms around Bella's waist, pressing his face into her skirt.

"Lily started it." He mumbled, nuzzling her hip. Bella couldn't help but smile and her silver coated laugh echoed throughout the room. She gently sat on the window-sill, pulling Lily onto her lap and patted the seat next to her for Damien. He climbed up and she wrapped an arm around him protectively.

'My angels.' She held them for a moment, smiling softly. Lilly sat up then, and asked, "Mama, when is Daddy coming home?"

Bella sat up straighter, eyes wide, and coughed to hide her sudden slip-up. 'Daddy', she thought. 'So much meaning in a single word…'

"Daddy will be home tomorrow." She smiled cheerfully at them and gently placed Lily on the floor, smoothing the black-lace dress that made her look like a miniature porcelain doll. She adjusted the blood-red tie on Damien's small suite and pushed them towards the door.

"Go wait downstairs; we'll leave in a minute."

As she heard their retreating footsteps and laughter, she smiled to herself. It was a sound that would always put a smile on her face and a bounce in her step. She walked over to her vanity, wiping her smeared make-up away and quickly replaced her red lipstick and black mascara. She refastened the buttons on her black dress and pushed extra pins into her Victorian curls. With a glance in the mirror she was gone and walking down the front steps, two little figures behind her. She strapped them into the backseat of a sleek, white Mercedes and within minutes they were speeding down the highway towards Forks Cemetery.

Bella parked at the bottom of a steep hill and the twins immediately raced to the top. She smiled and walked up the path behind them. Charlie was buried at the top of the steep hill, right on the edge of the Bellevue Woods. It was a beautiful spot and at the top of the hill there was a twisted tree with moss-coated barks and gnarled branches. The whole scene was pretty in a morbid sort of fashion. Lily laid down three white roses and entwined her small hand with Damien's.

"Hello Grandpa." They said in unison. They all stood there for a minute, listening to the wind as it rattled through the trees. Thunder clashed overhead, warning that the sky was just about to give. Bella moved foreword, placing her hands on her children to steer them back towards the car. She was just opening her umbrella when a sharp burst of wind tore it from her fingers and crashed it into a mess of metal and cloth against the trees.

"Bella…"

A high feminine voice drifted on the wind, making Bella's head whip around as she searched for the source. Her eyes peered into the thick forest that bordered them on the left.

'It can't be', she thought. 'Victoria's dead!'

"Bella!"

Bella immediately picked up Lily and took Damien's hand. Instinct was telling her to run. Without a second thought, they were sprinting through the trees. She concentrated on breathing and moving her feet fast enough over the twisted roots and broken logs. 'Don't stop!' she screamed at herself. Her eyes were constantly moving, desperately seeking out the source of that damned voice. Something flickered in the corner of her eye, no more than a flash of red. She shook her head and kept running.

'Maybe…if we can get there…' she prayed and called out with all her being. 'Somebody help us!'

She was carrying most of Damien's weight as well as Lily, who had buried her head into her mother's shoulder, silent and frightened sobs wracking her tiny body. Even while running for all of their lives, Bella still managed to coo sweet words into her daughter's hair, willing her to calm down. But it wasn't working, and Bella could already feel Lily's anxiety automatically flow towards Damien. The little boy glanced up at his mother with a terror in his eyes that broke Bella's heart. A sharp burst of wind surprised them head on and sent the three crashing roughly to the packed floor.

Victoria had found them.

On instinct, she turned as quickly as she could and hit the ground before Lily and Damien, safely catching them against her. She winced in pain as her leg went numb and dragged the twins over to where there was a decent cover of trees. She set Lily on her feet and looked at both of them with hard, determined eyes.

"Damien, Lily, you have to get out of here." She whispered quickly.

"You know the forest well, this is where we are." She grasped Lily's hand and showed her a mental picture of where they were and where to go.

"The big white house. Do you remember?" Lily nodded and took Damien's hand tightly.

"I want you to run. Run as fast as you can and don't stop until you get there. Don't look back, and no matter what happens don't let go of each other. Okay?" she explained everything in a harried whisper, but she knew they understood her. They both nodded and entwined their fingers- locking their hands.

"I love you." She said, kissing their joint hands before pushing them towards the trees behind them. "Be safe."

Then, they were gone. Bella took deep breaths, attempting to calm her racing heart. She tried to stand up on her good leg but it was too shaky and she quickly fell down again. With great effort, she pulled herself up again and leaned heavily against a thick trunk. At least like this her back wouldn't be completely exposed. She settled into an awkward crouch, half her weight balanced between her good leg and the tree.

"My Bella, haven't changed at all have you?" an annoyingly high voice echoed around the clearing. The devil herself came into view, wild and beautiful as ever with her flaming hair and ruby eyes. She slowly circled Bella, studied her, and then laughed.

"Bella, Bella, Bella! Think your little darlings are safe now that you've sent them away? Oh don't worry. I'll make sure they're taken care of wonderfully!" she purred, her eyes gleaming. She smiled a sickeningly sweet grin that showed off her perfect, pearlescent teeth. Bella's eyes flashed.

"You will not touch them!" She growled.

"I'm not the same as before, Victoria. I'm not the broken little girl you left for dead last year."

"Oh, but aren't you?" Victoria asked in a sing-song voice, knowing she had struck a nerve from the twinge in Bella's glare.

Bella just stared at her, waiting, while Victoria kept pacing.

Alice Cullen spun around the front room of the great house once more.

"It's so good to be home!" She laughed. Jasper picked her up and spun her around even faster making her squeal in delight. Everything was in neat disarray, with boxes lining the walls and furniture still leaning in awkward places. It was the messiest that one would ever see in the Cullen household. The rest of the family was moving about the house, getting settled in. All except Edward, who had immediately gone to see Bella.

'If she's still here.' Alice thought, frowning. Five years ago she had stopped getting visions of her best friend. No one could figure out why, but eventually when Alice tried to see into Bella's future or tried to check up on her, there would be nothing but a thick haze and muted noise – like white noise on a television set. Then, everything pertaining to Bella Swan faded to nothingness. It was unnerving to experience for the little pixie.

Suddenly, the front door burst open and something crashed into the jovial couple, slamming into them hard. Naturally, they both landed on their feet, but the others weren't so lucky. Two small children sat, staring up at them with wide eyes. Alice and Jasper stood there motionless, eyebrows raised curiously. Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie and Emmett were all standing on the edge of the stairs, staring and speechless. The little girl looked at them all closely, her gaze hard, before stopping on Carlisle. Her eyes seemed to change for an instant before she pried her hand away from her brother's death-grip and ran to him.

"You have to help us!" she yelled, tugging hard on his jacket and lifted her arms towards him to lift her up. Carlisle scooped her up and rested her on his hip, a frown creasing his forehead.

"What's wrong?" he asked calmly while discreetly looking the girl over, making sure she was alright.

"You have to help Mama! Someone's trying to hurt her. She told us to run and go here! Help her or she's gonna die!" Lily screeched, on the verge of hysterics. Carlisle lost himself for a minute and Lily slipped from his arms, but much to their astonishment she landed lightly on her feet. She looked around at the rest of them and started crying.

"Please help her! It's not time for her to die yet!"

That seemed to snap them from their daze and the house was immediately put into motion. Esme picked up the hysterical Lily and brought her down to where her brother was. Rose was behind her, her forehead creased in slight confusion and worry. Carlisle had gathered Emmett and Jasper and was making a quick beeline for the door.

"But we don't know where she is." Jasper said, trying to put everyone in a calmer mood, especially Lily who was eventually reduced to sniffles.

"She's on the other side of the stream. Towards the northern end of the woods." Alice's voice was hardly over a whisper. During all of the chaos of the last few minutes, her eyes had never left the little boy's. Jasper nodded and they were gone in a heartbeat. Alice stepped lightly towards Damien, as if he would bolt if she made any sudden movements. Damien just stood quietly, staring at her with unnervingly blank eyes and an emotionless expression.

When Alice had seen him, she automatically thought of a mini Edward. But it wasn't, though there was an extreme likeness. The boy had the most extraordinary pair of deep, green eyes which she marveled over, because his eyes seemed to not be meant for someone his age. They were too knowing, too wise and just too old. It was like looking into his eyes was looking into the soul of someone of their kind. World-weary and ancient, with too many endless lifetimes filtering through his mind. It was most definitely not the feeling a person should get when looking into a child's eyes. There was also the fact that he could talk to her through his mind. Not exactly like Edward, who could just read them; but could actually respond. It made her wonder just who exactly these kids were.

With their contact broken, Damien shied away from Alice's scrutiny and walked over to where Esme was holding Lily. He sat down next to her and beside Rosalie, who looked at him with wonder. They both immediately held hands again and Lily instantly seemed to calm down. She slid off of Esme's lap and snuggled next to her brother, gently resting her head on his shoulder. After some time of Rosalie's soft singing and the warmth of a blanket, the two were fast asleep. Esme slowly stood up and walked with Rose over to Alice, who was still sitting cross-legged on the floor, studying the two children.

"It's quite magnificent, isn't it." Esme whispered.

"What?" Rose asked, laying on her side next to Alice and propping her head up with the palm of her hand.

"The likeness, it's too much for words." Alice replied. So they all studied the two little dolls resting on the couch.

'It was true.' Esme thought.

The little girl reminded them immensely of Bella, though they weren't identical at all. The girl had pin-straight, bronze-colored hair that fell to her waist. Her skin was unnaturally pale, almost like theirs, yet it still had that red flush that showed life. She was a tiny, little thing, with a heart shaped face and a ballerina's grace. She seemed too pretty to be her age…too perfect. Though the little girl looked like Bella, it was the boy that had them all on the edge of sanity. He had very unruly, dark-brown curls that seemed to stick up in all directions. It wasn't the same copper hue as his sister's, but it did have a faint red glow in the light. He also had the unnaturally pale skin of his twin, and his face was all softened angles that would one day define into sharper, more prominent lines. He was also almost too perfect.

But what Alice had been marveling over the most were their eyes. They both had wide, ancient eyes that were too big for their faces which were a beautiful shade of hunter-green. The color you got when you mixed chocolate brown and emerald green. Alice smiled. Dark green eyes that flashed gold at times. So it was true.

" I may not be our resident mind-reader, but if I think what I think you're thinking, then you're correct." Alice laughed, a twinge of bitterness leaking through. Esme and Rosalie both looked at her warily, their eyes widening in recognition as events began to click together in their heads.

"No, he wouldn't have…I mean, he couldn't have!.." Esme's eyes narrowed.

"Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. When I get my hands on you."

Rosalie sat up, her golden eyes narrowed and alert. "Are you sure?"

Alice nodded, "What more do you need Rose? It's all here. You just need to look close enough!"

Rose stared at them apprehensively. Alice closed her eyes and concentrated for a few moments. When she opened them there was a triumphant grin on her face.

"Their names should release all doubt. Her name is Lilliana Isabella, and his name is Damien Edward. They are both a little over 5 years old."

Esme gasped, shaking her head. Rosalie's fists clenched tightly and the smile was immediately gone from her beautiful face.

"So there was a reason he wanted to up and leave so fast. But how could he leave her like that? Edward couldn't be that harsh…not to leave her just like that…"

"Couldn't he." Alice hissed. There was suddenly another presence in the room, making them all stiffen and move protectively in front of the children. Alice greeted him without turning around, her voice dripping with venom.

"Welcome back, brother dear."

Carlisle cautioned Jasper and Emmett to be silent as they approached the clearing where voices could be heard. They crept stealthily to the edge to see what the damage was and silent gasps left their mouths in horror at the sight before them.

Bella pushed herself up on one arm. A thin trail of crimson dripped from the corner of her lips as she coughed hard, clutching at her side where Victoria had kicked her, no doubt breaking a few ribs in the process. She breathed heavily now, attempting to calm her racing heart. There was a great fire spreading through her chest and her vision was on the edge of a knife. She shivered as rain soaked through her skin and gasped in pain as the icy water stung the wound on her shoulder.

On a desperate attempt to escape, Victoria had ripped her dress back to reveal the pale flesh of her shoulder. Then, she pinned Bella to the muddy ground, laughing cruelly as she sank her teeth into her. Blood and excess venom was still running down from the bite. Victoria was pacing back and forth before her, striking her down whenever she felt the need to. Those watching could clearly see that Bella was barely holding on and Victoria was losing her patience. She grabbed Bella by the hair, forcing her to look up at her.

"Dearest Bella, why don't you just give up?! Your Edward," she sneered, spitting his name, "isn't coming to rescue you this time. Is it because of those two brats? Well take rest darling, those two will be well taken care of." She scoffed, throwing Bella down. Victoria seemed frustrated by the look in her eyes so she hit her again and resumed pacing.

"I already bit you sweetheart, it's just a matter of time until you're as dead as that father of yours." She laughed. Bella let out a muffled cry as the venom seeped deeper into her bloodstream. Consciousness was quickly leaving her. Carlisle winced. Enough was enough.

With a slight move of his hand, Jasper and Emmett were on Victoria with nails and teeth. The sound of marbled flesh tearing was thankfully drowned out by the rain.

Carlisle kneeled next to the half-dead woman. Her eyes widened in recognition and a small smile crept onto her blood-stained lips.

"Carlisle." Her voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper. He gently pressed a cool finger to her lips, quieting her. She grasped his hand tightly, gripping his fingers in a vice, afraid to let go. His eyes narrowed as her breathing began to slow significantly.

"I know I don't have much time left." She sighed heavily, tears running down her face. He frowned down at her broken body. He leaned close to her, whispering gently in her ear.

"I can save you Bella. We owe you so much…this is but one way we can repay you.."

She looked up at him with dark eyes and it was like finally seeing him. There was so much pain, so much suffering, so much tragedy in that one look before she roughly shook her head.

"No…I can't, not yet."

Carlisle frowned. This was the girl who had begged each of the Cullens to change her…and now she was so adamantly refusing even though her life depended on it. Bella Swan would never cease to amaze him.

"Bella, love, you're dying." He whispered.

"I know. Take me to Damien, please. Time's running out."

She closed her eyes and slowed her breath even more, conserving her energy. Carlisle gently picked her up, a frown still resting on his brow and motioned to Emmett and Jasper that he would be taking her. They nodded and Emmett pulled out a lighter.

Carlisle was running as the first licks of flame and the overpowering scent of incense permeated the air.

Edward entered the room to three frigid glares. He frowned, eyes flashing straight to Alice.

"What did I do?" he growled, crossing his arms.

"You bastard! How could you leave her!?" Alice shrieked and suddenly she was on him, ramming him into the opposite wall faster than the speed of light. He tried to fight back, but her rage won out.

"What the hell are you talking about!?" he spat, trying to fight her off as she attempted to claw his face. Alice snarled and struck out with her leg, catching him in the stomach and making him double over in pain before Esme pulled them apart.

"Calm yourselves and be quiet. Something's happening." She whispered. They all looked over to where the twins were, silence washing over them. Edward frowned in confusion. Why on earth were their children in the Cullen house?

Lily was sitting up now, staring straight ahead. Her deep eyes were blank and faraway. She was holding Damien's hand tightly, who was whispering to her softly. They all heard his small, liquid voice clearly.

"What's happening Lilly? Where is she? Is she okay?"

Lily shook her head and Damien squeezed her hand. She was still for minutes before her eyes cleared. She shook her head as tears started forming in her wide eyes. She looked at Damien with worry and he understood, nodding. In the span of a few seconds, something passed between them that no one else could decipher. Their minds were even blocked to the all-knowing-Edward.

"When?"

"Now." She whispered.

Lily's hand flew towards the door and it blew open, making them jump. Two seconds later, Carlisle came in, a limp figure hanging in his arms. The twins were already up and rushing him, pulling him to a wide, vacant space on the floor. Carlisle gently laid Bella down between the two and stepped back. Everyone else was now hovering slightly behind him, awed by these mysterious kids. Edward choked as he recognized the lovely figure of the woman on the floor. It was Isabella Swan.

His Bella.

The woman he had never once forgotten or stopped loving. She was just like he remembered, yet different somehow.

Her skin was still marvelously white, and her face still held the same classic beauty that had caught and held him years ago. She was the same but older. She still had that wonderful grace of a teenager, but now matured.

It tore his heart to see her broken and barely breathing there before him. 'And who were these kids anyway? They couldn't possibly be hers, unless…'

Carlisle went to get his bag, but Lily quickly stopped him by placing her small hand in his.

"This is beyond your power." She whispered, her hunter eyes boring into his golden ones. Her voice seemed to have changed. It was wispy and melodic, almost like a siren and definitely not the voice of a five year old girl. He nodded slowly and went back to standing behind Damien, who all eyes were now turned to.

Damien looked closely at his mother, his eyes getting even bigger with the intense scrutiny. He gently lifted her arm, twisting it this way and that and his fingers danced across her bruised and bloody skin. He prodded gently at her ribs and held his hand there, pausing. His eyes went blank and distant. They all had the idea that he was calculating something in his head. Edward just hissed with impatience.

"You couldn't have found anything that Carlisle wouldn't have already fixed by now, little boy."

Damien either didn't hear him or was choosing to ignore him. Instead, Edward felt even colder when Lily's dark eyes bore into him. They were no longer green, but a deep shade of black. It was a warning. Damien opened his eyes and brushed the hair away from Bella's neck. There was a nasty bite which was still leaking blood and excess venom on her collarbone. He glared at it and looked up at Lily whose eyes had gone even darker. She nodded and he put a small hand over it, covering it.

"Now's not the time-" Edward started but he was cut off by the flash of light emitting from the little boy on the floor.

Damien's small hands had started glowing and when he passed it over the vicious bite, it disappeared, leaving no trace. It was as if the bite had never been, and the skin was just as flawless as if it had never been touched by anything. They stared at him in amazement and shock as he worked, passing his hands over all of her wounds. Every injury that the light touched was gone. Carlisle noted Damien's eyes, which were wide and bright gold as he concentrated. The sight reminded him of Edward, who was standing beside him.

Finally, after passing his strange glowing light over every inch of her, Damien seemed satisfied. He closed his eyes and when he reopened them they were back to the deep, hunter green.

The child's eyes. Carlisle thought. Lily's eyes had also faded to the dark green of her twin rather than the menacing obsidian they had been. She went over and sat next to her brother, who, without warning, collapsed into his sister's waiting arms. She held him close, running her tiny hands through his messy curls. Esme and Rosalie wrapped blankets around them and sat down.

Bella's eyes were still closed but her breathing was deeper and more even. She didn't have one bruise or scar left on her pale skin, which seemed to glow faintly. Her face was flawless. The color had returned to her complexion, making faint, rose-tinted blushes appear on her cheeks and lips. Her thick, chocolate-colored hair fell around her like a halo, every curl in perfect disarray. She was completely relaxed, and was the image of peaceful slumber. Edward could do nothing but stare as he remembered how beautiful his Bella really was.

What do you think? I cleaned up a lot of the dialogue and just went back and edited the whole thing because I was so surprised at how awful my writing had been. I guess it really does help to go back and re-read. Hopefully it flows a lot smoother this second time around, and I apologize for the crude editing in the first place. As always, I love to hear those pretty words of criticism from the lovely readers! Reviews are Motivation, mon cheres. Even flames are welcome here, just post a review.

Kiss-Kiss,
Serena