Hey guys, I'm back. Um…well not very many people even noticed the whole THE END thing, and I definitely wasn't kidding. That was the end of that fanfiction. This is the start of THIS fanfiction. Which is the sequel to THAT fanfiction. So…here goes :

Wait, wait, wait, this story is going to contain LOADS more about those itty bitty OC's I created. I know that DEFINITELY confused a few people, and this is the place I'll clear it up. Esther, Lane, and Hillary will be making appearances, as well as a Taylor eventually. And…uh…if I told you that you could be an OC, and I didn't just mention you, then tell me in a review and I will SO make it up to you.

P.S. Yes, I know that in my story Edward is a bit bipolar. I can live with that. Personally, I think Edward's a bit bipolar in the books as well.

Onward…

Hillary's POV (remember that itty bitty OC? She's getting biiiiigger. Er…hypothetically?) POV

Edward and Bella have always been so cute together. Tanya…well Tanya is a big blonde bimbo. She's about as smart as a rock with dyslexia and she's one step away from being so blonde it hurts to look at her. I mean, I haven't known her as long as Bella or Edward, so I really can't judge her past by what she is now, but from what I've heard, she hasn't changed much.

"Hillz?" Esther called. In real life, Esther was an ugly duckling, but in this vampire world we both now live in, she's as gorgeous as anyone, and she's definitely the sweetest person (vampire) I have ever met. We're best friends because of that.

"Yeah?"

"Do you know why Bella and Anthony are yelling at each other in the game room? Or why there is that young girl talking to Alice upstairs?"

"No…I'll ask Bella later though, if you want me to," I offered.

I've known Bella for as long as I've been a part of this coven, which has been about a year. I was dying of hypothermia when Alice Cullen found me and changed me because I was beyond helping.

The way Esther came to be this way is much harder for her to live with than something as simple as hypothermia. She was kidnapped when she was about 13 and the man who has kidnapped her abused her – sexually and physically. Eventually she couldn't take it anymore so she tried to run away, but he locked her in a room. Her kidnapped did not know that there was a gas leak in the room. She was so close to death that if Alice had seen it a moment later than she did, Esther would have died. To my delight, she didn't, and now we're great friends.

It seems that everyone in this family is simply attracted to danger. Then again, maybe danger is attracted to this family.

Bella's POV

"Honey, you know you really shouldn't have told that poor girl that she could stay here without asking your father and me," I say to Anthony.

It simply floors me that my responsible son would be yelling at me because I won't let his friend stay with us, usually he's so quiet and reserved.

"But Mom, she can't go back to her house!"

"And why not?" This confusing conversation has gone on long enough, if there is such a good reason for her not to go back to her own home, then why won't he just tell me? We've never had this problem before.

"Because…because I can't tell you why!"

"Anthony Brandon Cullen, tell me right now or that poor girl may, under no circumstances, stay in this house."

"Mom! Stop calling her 'that poor girl'! Her name is Adria and…and she has to stay here because…because…" He took a deep breath. "Because her dad beats her and if she goes back she'll have to continue living like that."

Oh. My. God. Someone get me a doctor, I may just faint from the trouble me and my family seems to be attracted to. Well, if I could faint that is.

"Edward! Get down here!" I called my husband and he was standing beside me within seconds.

"Bella?" He questioned with a concerned tone to his velvety voice.

"Edward, one of Anthony's new friends has a problem."

"Oh?"

"Her father is beating her," I laid it flat out and prepared for an overreaction.

It didn't come. Maybe he's been getting better at that, practicing in front of a mirror or something.

No, instead he shut his eyes, took a deep breath and said, "When did this come to his attention?"

"Last night when I went over to Ted's house – you know, for our movie night – we were playing truth or dare and we dared her to prank-call her dad and she freaked out. We asked why she was freaking out and finally she showed us her bruises on her legs and stomach and she told us the entire story," Anthony answered. "I told her that she could stay here because she can't go back to her house and her father. She can't."

"Anthony, it's illegal to take someone out of their parent's custody without proof," Edward said, rubbing his temples, knowing already that this was not going to turn out well.

"Half of her body is purple and brown Dad, what more proof do we need?" Anthony was starting to panic, I'm sure he thought it would all be great and that there would be no strings attached. God, I wish he was right, unfortunately he's not.

"Anthony, I know you want your friend to be safe. I want her to be safe too, but we can't just take her out of her home. We'd have to gain legal custody of her, and as long as she has a living relative, that's not going to happen anytime soon," Edward said, he was absolutely miserable seeing his son like this.

"What if she has no living relatives?" Anthony asked.

"It would take forever to take custody away from her father," I stated, finally getting my two cents in.

"Well, then just kill her father!"

"Anthony-" I started, attempting to reason with him.

"Don't! If that's the only way to make her safe, then we have to do it!"

"Anthony-" I tried again.

"Mom! Stop it! She needs to live better than that! If you won't listen to me, I'll go get Emmett."

Adria's POV

Please excuse me while I scream the top of my lungs off.

Thank you.

Why did I get myself into this mess? Anthony's downstairs yelling at his mom, his aunt is up here trying to explain what's going on, and my father's at home trying to get a hold of me.

I hate that man. I hate him for making me live like this. I hate him for making me hate him.

I'd kill myself before I spent the rest of my life with that man.

Mwuhaha…that was not a cliffhanger. Grrr. I am mad at myself for not making you mad at me. Unless of course you took that as a cliffhanger…because it probably COULD be taken as a cliffhanger…wink wink…

I've finally decided to tell you how old I really am. DUN DUN DUN and I am also going to put the results for my poll. At first, no one got the right answer, but after my birthday it was the 4th most popular answer. So…

15…ten votes
14…nine votes
16…five votes
13…three votes
19…two votes
12…no votes
11…no votes
17…no votes
18…no votes

So which one is it??

I was twelve when I wrote all of my stories except this chapter; I turned 13 on June 10th.

GASP…shocking, isn't it? Oh, it is.

Anyone severely surprised by my age?

Til The Poptarts Burn.
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