(Author's note: I read through this…and it totally sucks… but, I'll post it again So, this is my third time posting this. I finally have a plot in mind. Lol. I changed a bunch of things. It should make a hell of a lot more sense this time. As always, Stephanie Meyer owns twilight…and I like reviews.)

(Bella's point of view)

I started screaming. He was gone…I…I…he didn't love me. Everyone was gone. I felt as if I were just rammed into by a wrecking ball. And every time it hit, I only felt worse, and worse. I fell to my knees, and gripped large tuffs of hair between my knuckles. It felt like I was trying to rip it from my scalp. I was almost literally coming apart at the seams. Sobs overtook my form. I was shaking from head to toe. Then, I lost consciousness.

When I awoke, someone was standing above me. I gasped and scampered back against a tree.

"Well, well, well…what do we have here?" Asked a high-pitched and wild feline voice.

My eyes went wide. Then I narrowed them in an attempt to see who was staring intently at me. Surprise quickly changed to fear when I saw the wildly tangled, bright orange hair. I gulped. So Victoria had found me.

"V-…Victoria?" I barely breathed.

"No." She said with a roll of her eyes.

"It's the tooth fairy, what do you think?" She asked in heavy sarcasm.

I didn't respond.

"You know, I've been waiting to kill you for quite some months now….but, you'd love that, huh?" She asked her voice suspiciously polite.

Her eyes grew darker, and her expression became furious. "Well, you pathetic little human," She sneered at me. "To damn bad."

"You are going to feel all the pain I felt when James was killed."

"You are going to beg for death, but I still won't give it." She laughed emotionlessly at the end. Then she approached me, smiling in anticipation. I cowered against the tree; whimpering a bit. She only snickered. I closed my eyes, and waited for the obvious torture she planned to inflict on me.

No! My mind screamed. I don't want this! Not from her! Not like this!

It was too late, I knew it. Her approach was inaudible, but the next thing I knew, I had been flung against a tree.

She definitely took her sweet ass time. I'll give her that. She made sure every bone in my body was broken. Yet, she kept my heart beating so I could endure even more pain. She was ecstatic at my every scream. She loved the sound that my bones made, when she snapped them. She was thoroughly pleased by my pain. Finally, when she was finished with her torture session, she bit me. She only injected a small amount of venom, so, I was burning in hell for 5 days. The pain was so unendurable. I suppose she figured that I should live forever without my true love…..because she had. She left me after that one bite.

I was glad that I had asked Emmett-I winced at the thought-about how vampires hunt. I let my instincts take over. I was able to track down a grizzly, and some buffalo.

After that, I knew I had to get out of forks. I took my chances. I ran to Charlie's place and packed my things. I breathed a sigh. I walked silently into my father's room. He looked so…worried, and upset. He had bags under his eyes. My eyes pricked with unshed tears. I choked back a sob. I kissed the top of his head, and left, for forever.

I suddenly realized that I was broke. I made a quick side trip to the Cullen's-wince-house. Then, I left once I had $96,000 in cash. I knew it still hurt to think of them, but in my 5 day period of hell…I had time to think. I was so angry at the Cullen's for what they did to me. I never wanted to return to this place. I never wanted to see them again.

I made my way to Denali. Once I got there, I had to hunt. I was lucky enough to find a polar bear. That's when Elezar, Tanya, and Kate found me. They immediately took a defensive pose. I knew that they were frightened by my red eyes. I had to explain. I was glad when there postures, and expressions softened, when I finished my story. They told me that they didn't know where Carlisle's family was. Not that I cared, still I was glad that they wouldn't come. Even though these were the cousins of the Cullen's, I needed to be taught how to live. I decided to stay in Denali for a few months. I grew extremely close to them. Elezar and Carmen were like second parents to me. Tanya, Kate, and Irina were like awesome sisters. Laurent, Garrett, and Stuart were like very protective and great brothers. Elezar and Kate helped me develop my powers. I figured out that I had an unexplainable gift. I had a mental shield; it was able to block any power that took place inside the mind. I was able to extend over a large area with my shield. Within that shield came the ability to reflect and obtain any powers used against me.

I was very happy. I felt like I finally belonged…Like I had a place in the world that I never seemed to fit into.

Then, about a month after staying with them, I oddly started to have a few human qualities. I suddenly needed to sleep. My eating patterns changed, though I still drank blood. I gained weight rapidly; a little too rapidly. Elezar figured out that I was pregnant. It took a month to have my four children. Renesmee, Carlie Swan. She was born first. Second, was; Jazem, Masen Swan. Third; and looking exactly like her mother; Allie, Emmalie Swan. And fourth; but also looking exactly like his father; Anthony, Jake Swan. They all were extremely beautiful. They, too, had powers. Anthony shared his father's gift, mind reading. Allie shared her aunt's gift of future seeing. Jazem could control emotions and put people to sleep. Renesmee could project her thoughts to everyone, and sense when someone near. She could tell you about someone just by one whiff of their scent. When they wanted to, they could read each other's minds.

Our theory was that my gift somehow was active when I had been pregnant, and the children assumed the powers of the Cullen's. Sure, a long shot…but what else?

We were like a small, incomplete, and happy family.

(Twenty years later…)

But now, we were back in Forks. After 20 years, it really seemed distant to me. My kids, on the other hand, were anxious to be in a place where mom seemed so reluctant to go. They wondered why I so vehemently rejected returning to Forks before. I'll give them this; they have their mother's ability at perception.

"Mom, are you sure?" My youngest son, Anthony, asked me. "I mean, we would never ask you to do something that would hurt you so much. It…..hurts you, to go there, doesn't it?"

I didn't answer him. He REALLY didn't need to know just how much it hurt me. My family, all 9 members of them, were in Forks with me.

"Bye mom!" Allie called to me before rushing out the door to catch-up with her siblings. I laughed. 20 years, and I still can't get used to being called 'mom'.

"Annie!" I yelled. "We have to get to the hospital! Hurry up!" My twin sister was wasting precious time, kissing her husband from head to toe.

They growled, the scent of arousal blooming upstairs. 'OKAY!' I thought to myself. And with that, I rushed out the door before I could think of what they were doing.

It was in times like this that I was reminded of Edw- STOP! I wasn't even able to think of his name without a heap of pain drowning my body. It already felt like I was gasping for air that I didn't need. My sister knew this. Why she tried to torment me, I don't know…

I gunned the gas pedal down, and rushed to the hospital. You see, I wanted to be able to help people. I wanted to save lives. I wanted to give people what was taken from me…humanity. I loved what I did. It didn't hurt me to be around their blood. I was immune to the scent of it. My sister was SUPPOSED to be helping me. I guess today is a sick day for her. I sighed, and rolled my eyes. I guess a sick day is required. If we want to stay inconspicuous, that is. It would be a little suspicious if we were always there, never sleeping, never eating, and not a hint of exhaustion touching our forever flawless frames. Such is the life of a vampire. I could never stay in one place for too long, it would be bad if I did.

"Hello, doctor Swan." Grace, the receptionist greeted me.

"Hello, Grace, good morning. How are your children?" I asked courteously.

"Oh. They are well, thank you for asking." She said impassively.

"How are your kids?" She asked curiously.

"Oh, they are good. I just think they grew up too fast. I love them dearly." I said fervently, speaking composed half-truths.

"Yeah," She agreed, looking away. I sighed, and changed the subject.

"So, anything new?" I asked, diving into my work.

"Um…yeah…we have a new doctor coming in next week, and a pregnant patient arrived this morning. Er…she is demanding that it be you that deliver the baby. Also, she wants an epidural, but she has a crown, so it's not an option." She explained quickly.

"Okay, which room?" I asked, throwing on my lab coat.

"16, in the ER." She called to me as I walked swiftly away. I grabbed my clip-board, and walked quietly into the room.

"Hello?" I asked quietly.

"Doctor Swan?" A voice rasped out.

"Oh. Yes, Mrs. Breedlove?" I questioned.

"Yes, um…I NEED you to deliver my baby. And, call me Shannon." She whispered, exhausted.

"Of course." I said.

"May I take a look at how far along you are?" I asked hesitantly.

"Please," She insisted, fighting a contraction.

I decided to ease her pain. "Call me Bella." I said smiling at the would-be mother.

She smiled in return.

"Is this your first child?" I asked her as I snapped my gloves to my wrists.

She nodded. "Why?" She asked, gritting her teeth.

"Yes." I answered her simply. Her eyes widened. I took advantage of her distraction and ducked under her gown. Yup, that's definitely a head. She cringed as another wave of a contraction hit. She clenched her teeth, and dug her nails into her husband's arm.

"Ow! Shan. Dammit!" He yelped.

I snickered.

She glowered at him, and said; "You! This is your entire fault! Wear a damn condom next time!" I giggled a bit. Oh, this guy had it coming to him. She screamed in pain, and said;

"You, mister, are on the couch for the next century."

I shook with silent laughter.

"Alright." He said, embarrassed and self-conscious.

"Get on with this thing." He ordered at me. I nodded, and knelt down at the end of the bed.

"Okay. Shannon, when I say push, you push. Do you understand?" I questioned, serious now.

She nodded, grimacing in pain. "Push!" I yelled.

She screamed, and gave her best. And before we knew it, she was the new mother of a baby girl.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Breedlove, you have a baby girl." I smiled.

They nodded both shedding tears of joy. I felt the need to leave them to their moment.

"Um…I'm just going to…er…go." I walked out and cleaned myself up.

"Hey Bella!" Someone called.

I turned around to see a man running towards me.

"Oh. Hey Tommy. How is it going?" I asked.

Tommy was a suck-up intern. He always came and asked me if things were right, or if I would do something the way he did. Really, he acted a lot like a golden retriever. I often imagined him with a wagging tail.

"Oh. Well, it's good. I was just wondering if…maybe…you'd like to have lunch with me?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

My eyes widened. Well, that was a surprise. I looked down, thinking my answer through. I wanted to turn him down without giving him the idea of a future mind change. I wanted him to understand.

"Tommy." I sighed. "I don't date. Plus, you know I always have lunch with my family." I told him, my eyes pleading.

"It's the only time we have together as a family. All of us are always busy. So, please, just don't. I'm not interested." Well, my cruel words did their job.

He walked away, all hopes crushed. I hated hurting people, but he had to understand. I was a monster; he could never love a monster. Plus, I didn't return the feelings. My heart already belonged to someone else. Then, as a sudden reminder, my heart ached. I think I knew how Tommy felt. He had feelings for someone who could never return those feelings. To love someone who didn't love you back….it hurt.

I gritted my teeth. I wasn't going to suffer right now; I had a family to get to. I pushed my thoughts back and flew to my Ferrari. It was a glossy blood red. I loved this car. It went fast, and was a beauty. Again, I gunned it until I was in front of the house. I pulled into the garage, and walked into the house. I gasped at the wreck. "Annabelle, Miriam Swan! Christopher Joseph Delano! Get. Down. Here Now!" I growled, furious.

"Bella," Anne started.

"No! What the hell did you do to my house?" I screamed at them.

"Uh, well, we…" Chris started.

I held up one finger, controlling my anger. "Just, clean everything up. Now." I ordered, to angry to ask nicely.

They nodded, rushing around like angry tornadoes to complete my order. I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself. I noticed that the wind outside died down. I must have influenced the weather. When I opened my eyes, the house was spotless. They were nowhere in sight. Good. I didn't want to kill my sister right now. I sat down on the couch, and flicked through the channels. I stopped when I hit the 300's.

There was nothing on, so I flitted to the music room. My hands flew across the piano's keys. I felt a twinge of grudging admiration for Renee's choice to put me through lessons. I played my favorite tune. Something I'd made after my kids were born. The melody weaved happily through my composition. 'Blushing Swan' was only the first song I'd composed. I wrote it for my children. I had needed a better way to express my love for them. They loved each song I played. I had even composed a song for each of my children. The melody I played now was a mixture of all of their songs. I had weaved it together to make a light and happy tune. I hummed as I played.

My mind was empty of all but Ren, Jazz, Ali, and Tony. I pictured my beautiful sons and daughters smiling. All of them were side by side. Their eyes, all warm. They were laughing with the family. Then the picture changed.

Everyone bore the intense pain I felt daily. The gift my daughter had absorbed from Alice-wince- reflected on me, and I saw an image she'd experienced and shown me just days before. I knew what it meant. The pain, the shock, the anger. I was staring balefully into a pair of eyes I thought I'd never see again. To a pair I never wanted to see again. She saw-I forced myself to think their name- The Cullen's. They were returning to Forks, and though I didn't know why…it couldn't be good.

"Mom!" Renesmee called. I flashed down the stairs. When the kids saw my worry, they got suspicious.

"What is it, mom?" Jazem asked.

"Is something wrong?" Allie asked.

Anthony's eyes just darted everywhere in the room, trying to find the trigger of my unease.

"Well," I started, taking in a deep breath. "It seems we are going to have a visitor." I said hesitantly, unsure of their reactions. I had decided on the truth because I knew they were wracking their brains, trying to discern Allie's vision.

"Who?" Anthony asked, already pledging to protect his family.

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