Okay people; another new story! Its kind of a re-writing of I know Too Much. I had several more chapters of that, but –and I will admit– they were terrible. I also had not completely thought it through and so on. This one is hopefully better. And people: review on my stories of there will be no further chapters. I'm writing them for you, so all I need is that in return! Here we go!

~Suzie Q~

(it starts off during New Moon, before Bella jumps, so Alice never saw her jump, werewolves are werewolves and Bella knows)

Bella Swan

I walked down the beach kicking pebbles as I did. This wasn't getting any better. The people I cared about were out there risking their lives for me–again. I looked into the water and saw my own reflection. I was a mess.

I suddenly found myself flying back a few feet into the sand. I blinked against the sun and looked up. I couldn't see much, but what I could see made freeze in horror.

Her wild orange hair whipped in the breeze like a dancing wildfire. Her eyes were black as night and tinted a deep, sinister red. Her expression was cold, like she was trying hard not to enjoy this. She didn't smile.

"Where are your friends," her voice was surprisingly high pitched, bubbly, like a child's. I realized vaguely that this was the first time I had ever heard her speak.

"Not here? What about Edward? Isn't he here? He must not care very much if he left you here unprotected," she continued, her voice bubbling with hate. I clutched my chest as the pain ripped through it. "Not as special as you thought were, huh?"

I winced. "No, I'm not," I said weakly. Admitting it was nothing new, but the pain of it took my breath away.

She smiled like she knew something I didn't, but it was bleak. "Not as smart as he thought either," I thought she mumbled, but it was so low I couldn't have heard right.

"I was going to kill you but… this is worse."

Before I could scream I felt the smallest pinch on the tip of my pinkie and then she was gone. Then the pain began.

At first it felt like my finger was being held in an open flame, then my whole hand was on fire. I screamed.

However much time later I saw the pack gathered around me, every face either hopeless or disgusted. Jake was holding my hand as I screamed, but his usual heat was lost in the fire. I screamed at them to kill me now, they only bowed their heads. Pain tears were rolling down my face, but I burned on…

After an eternity, though it seemed impossible, the fire in my heart got hotter. I gasped and listened to my frantic heart flutter. My back arched as if the fluttering had lifted my off the ground. The fire receded from my fingertips, my arms, my legs, and finally my heart thumped once, twice, and then no more.

I kept my eyes closed, afraid of what I might see. I didn't even breathe.

"Bells?" I heard Jacob's husky voice say. It sounded rougher than I had remembered. "Bella? Can you hear me? Is it over?"

I had barely heard him. For that instance all I could comprehend was the absence of pain. Then my hand felt hot again, like an open flame…

I jerked upright and away from the warm hand holding mine into a crouch and a low hiss escaped my lips. The five mountainous boys all took a step back, looking wary, as if they were in danger. I realized that I was the danger. I stood up straight. The movement was so fluid and instantaneous I marveled at it for a sixteenth of a second. Then I stretched my arms out in front of me, and this too was as fluid as everything physical seemed to be. I actually smiled at the feeling. I heard a hushed growl from someone. Then I looked at my hand. It was pale white.

I blanched. It finally dawned on me what had happened. I studied my hand, briefly noting the already crescent scar, and on the tip of my little finger was a tiny white dot, nothing any normal human would notice. Not that I was normal, or human. This realization made me feel as cold as ice. I stumbled, not out of clumsiness, but out of fear, to the water's edge, getting on my hands and knees. I hesitantly looked at my reflection.

I gasped. The first thing I thought was that I was beautiful. Then I noticed my eyes. They were the sinister red I had remembered on James's eyes, and Victoria's, and Laurent's. They were the color of a vampire's. I hesitantly touched my cheek just below my eye, and the woman in the water did the same. So it was real.

I twisted around and was on my feet in an instant. "Please tell me this isn't real," I begged in a choked voice. Even so, my voice was like chorus of bells. The boys cringed.

"I'm sorry Bells," Jake said.

I turned away and tears rolled down my cheeks, they even stung my skin a little.

"Bella," Jacob called me to attention. I turned to look at him. "You've gotta' leave."

I looked at him, shocked and hurt. But then my throat burst into flames, and I tried to swallow them back. Right. I was dangerous.

"Where can she go, Jacob?" Sam said harshly, but I knew he had to do it.

"Just point to South and I'm gone," I said in my ringing voice.

"Where are you going?" Sam demanded.

"Antarctica," I said. Then I snorted. "Penguins, lovely." I was pretty sure Jake almost cracked a smile. Sam pointed down the beach and I nodded.

"I'm sorry Bells," Jake whispered as I streaked into the water, leaving behind the only life I had left.