I lied. I said I was done with Madison, but here I am again writing her story. You'll probably need to read Halfling to understand this one, but basically this is an alternate ending. This story begins with Albert and Sierra in Madison's room as she's being marked. Once again, only Madison, Caleb, and the Seattle High School kids are mine. And of course, Stephenie Meyer is amazing. On with Sophomore Year.

One minute I was dreaming about Dustin, and the next I couldn't breathe. I tried again and again to breathe thorough my mouth and nose, but something soft was being shoved at my face, clamping my eyes shutface. Even through the thick fluff of the pillow I could feel a man's hand spread across the top, securing it to my face and muffling my screams. The strange man's side was pressed against my body, and no matter how hard I tried to kick and punch I couldn't move from my prison. All the efforts were wasting my limited oxygen.

Then came the pain. The man's other icy hand forced my head down, displaying my left side as his new canvas. Without any warning he stabbed me and began carving his artwork on my head like I was a simple piece of wood. Warm blood oozed across my head into my hair and down my neck as he sliced line after line. The whole time he kept me down and silent in the pillow.

I was growing tired from all my efforts and attempted screams. My head was swimming, and pastel blues, greens, and purples danced in my head as more and more oxygen became CO2. If I didn't suffocate first I'd bleed to death.

And it was over! Though it felt like minutes the brutal…whatever it was was over in seconds. At last I could move, breathe, and scream for help.

"Madison!" screamed Grandpa Charlie from my bedroom door.

I opened my eyes, never quieting, and wiped the tears from my eyes so I could see what had just happened. Everything in my room was just as I left it when I went to sleep. My clothes were scattered around my suitcase and closet, my cell phone was next to the old computer, and the window was still open- a fact Grandpa quickly noticed.

"Is this where he came in?" he asked, running to the window and searching for the culprit . Unable to speak I shrugged my shoulders.

Grandpa looked back at me and began to shake violently before racing downstairs. I heard a faint click from the kitchen that sounded a lot like a gun, and when I looked out the window again I saw him and his gun looking around the house. This surprised me. He never seemed like the violent kind, and I doubted that he'd ever used it before.

Wondering how bad I looked I made my first attempt to the dresser, but instead I fell flat to the bloody ground. That was when I realized how much blood I'd lost. There was a puddle of crimson blood right where my hands landed, and the sheets that still had my feet trapped were soaked in blood. Yet there was no evidence that could point to one specific person. All I could do was sit there and try to make sense of what was going on.

Ten minutes later Grandpa came back with the First Aide Kit and the house phone. I took the tin box from him, always focusing on keeping calm and steady.

This would be a great time for the vampire instincts to kick in.

"Billy, I know it's late, but someone broke into Bella's old room and almost killed Madison. Can you call some of the boys to help me search the woods? Yes, I know the bastard's probably gone, but any and all evidence will help. Thank you so much." Charlie hung up and dialed another La Push number. He repeated this at least three more times before calling the police, and by then he was shouting ever cuss word he knew into the receiver.

Meanwhile I cleaned the cuts on my head the way Carlisle taught me. It was almost comforting to remember all the scrapped knees and elbows from when I was little. Carlisle always said that the dark was my greatest enemy because no matter how vampire-like I was in the light, the dark stole all my grace, leaving me as crumbly as my once human mother.

After covering my scars with the largest band aide in the kit I, finally, stood up and slowly walked to my cell phone. I knew Alice would have seen what happened and called Mom and Dad, but I needed to hear them again. Dad answered on the first ring.

"Madison!" he cried. I heard Mom mutter something to him in the background. I tried to picture them alone in the Alaskan woods with the sun bouncing off their diamond-like skin. The image helped my relax a little, but it was made me miss them more.

"I'm OK; I promise. I've lost some blood, but Charlie had a First Aide kit on hand, so I'm better now." I was lying, and they could tell. My voice wavered too much.

"You're on speaker. Oh, Madison, Alice just called! What happened?" Mom was shaking, too.

"I don't know. I'd just got done emailing Christina and went to bed." Grandpa sharply said good-bye to whoever was at the station and grabbed the phone from my trembling hands.

"Bella!…" I didn't pay much attention to what he was saying. I heard him briefly explain what we knew. Maybe the vampires knew something we didn't, but if they did they couldn't tell Grandpa.

To distract myself I picked up the old rag at the bottom of the box and tried to soak up as much blood as I could.

"No, Madison, don't worry about it," softly said Charlie who was starting to pace across the room. "I'll clean it up. Go to my room. Now!'

I grabbed a clean pillow and a little blanket before going out to the hall. I shut the door behind me, but I didn't go to Grandpa's room down the hall. Instead I curled in the corner between the wall and door. A few stray tears rolled down my cheeks again, but I didn't bother wiping them away. On the other side Grandpa was trying to keep Mom and Dad away, but by the sound of it he wasn't a match for Dad's determination.

"Edward, be realistic! If-…but-… Listen, Madison's fine with me, but I thought you should know… Bella, talk some sense into him! Fine. Come if you must, but there's no need." Grandpa gave up and hung up the phone. I heard him sigh as he bent down to clean up the mess. I couldn't take it anymore, but I didn't know what to do either. I stood up and sat on his bed before he noticed me outside the door.

I picked up the phone next to Grandpa's bed and dialed Carlisle and Esme. Alice had called them, too, and Esme was worried about me. She told me to call my aunts and uncles because they were upset, too- Rose more than the others.

"Rosalie loves you! She was jealous of Edward & Bella at first, but she's grown to love you like her own child. Bella had to fight to get you back after you were born. Rosalie just cradled you forever in her arms because you were her dark hair baby she could never have. Call her & tell her you're OK," Esme scolded after an embarrassing outburst. I agreed and called them before Charlie came in.

"Knock, knock," came Grandpa Charlie's tired voice from the door. He smiled as he stood there. Both of us didn't look at each other for a moment, and then he sat down on the bed. He turned on the little lamp and shuddered when he finally looked me in the eyes.

"My God," he whispered as he held out a trembling hand. He cautiously brushed the band aide and ripped it off. I screamed louder than I did after I was attacked, and this time I couldn't hold back the tears. He held me close as I whimpered and cried. Seconds later the doorbell rang, but he didn't flinch.

"That'll be the Pack," I whispered into his shoulder. "Go let them in." He held me out to get a better look at me, sighed, and wiped his tears before leaving.

Downstairs I could hear the men talking about the attack, but I didn't want to listen to the plan. What if they found the man? What would they do? They'd get hurt, that's what. The Quileutes were family to Charlie… through him and Mom they were my family, too. Soon police sirens approached the house, and everyone downstairs went outside.

I climbed out of bed and looked at the damage for the first time. My already pale face was death white, and my bronze hair had sticky, blood cakes stuck in my hair. There was still some bloody trails on my chin and neck which only added to the zombie- vampire look I was pulling off. My beautiful green eyes were blood-shot from crying so hard and hidden behind puffy eyelids. Worst of all the left side of my head was branded with three sets of Vs each getting smaller and smaller as they closed in on the three small dashes. The way my bangs were cut and styled I'd never be able to cover it up. The sight was a nightmare. I shook harder than I had ever shook before and fell to the ground in unimaginable misery.