Chapter 1: How Did We Get Here?

"Ayyyy, what the hell…?" Nashma rubbed her head as she came to her senses. Headache was something that she rarely featured, and right now, her head felt like it was gonna split in two. She suddenly became very aware of the light overhead, so she put her hand over her face to block it out as she squinted her eyes open. Where am I? How did I get here? She asked herself.

"So, you're finally awake!" A kind, smooth male voice celebrated. She barely managed to open her eyes, her hand still hovering over her eyes. She sat up, hand not moving from the front of her face, and saw her feet covered in a white sheet, and at the foot of her bed, the bottom half of someone in doctor robes. As her eyes became more accustomed to the light, she slowly moved her hand away, and then she saw that the one in the doctor robes was utterly the most absurdly handsome man she had ever seen in her meager existence.

"Uh, I, ah…" she desperately searched for words in her currently mushy and pained brain, "Um, where am I?" was the smartest thing she could say at the moment.

"You're in Fork's Hospital. Don't worry, your companions are fine as well. You're the first one to wake up," he said serenely, his voice making her brain mush again. She shook off the shivers on her skin and tried concentrating on the information she had been given.

Forks… where is Forks? I've never heard of somewhere like that in Puer… hold up… why's he talking English? He doesn't have an accent, either… and why would he talk English to begin with? Where the hell am I? And what did he mean with companions?

"If you need anything, I'll be right outside—"

"Wait!" she moved forward somewhat desperately, her hand extended towards the doctor, "What do you mean companions?" she asked in a rush, "Where am I? Where is Forks? What am I doing here? How did I even get here? Who are you?" she stopped practically gasping. She noticed that she had rudely bombarded him with questions as if things were his fault.

She regained composure, and cleared her throat, "I'm sorry for coming out like that. Its just that…" she trailed off, looking down at her hands, but her head snapped back up when she heard him laughing. Not a mocking laugh, but more like an amused chuckle.

"Don't worry, you must be scared since apparently you don't remember anything," he said, and she shook her head meekly, "That's fine for now, you'll remember eventually, for now let me introduce myself: I'm Dr. Cullen, and I will be taking care of you and your friends." The doctor said pleasantly. Nashma just blinked.

"I'm sorry, I just hallucinated," she shook her head smiling, "What did you say your name was?"

"Carlisle Cullen."

"Ohhhhhhh."

"What?"

"Everything makes sense now!"

"How, if I may ask?"

"I'm dreaming!" She beamed, feeling intelligent.

"I'm afraid not," he chuckled

"Come again?"

"I'm pretty sure that you are not dreaming. This is reality," he seemed to find something in the situation amusing. Her heartbeat, on the other hand, was currently skyrocketing at an alarming pace, and Carlisle noticed, "Now, no need to be that nervous," he soothed. It almost worked.

"How do you know that I'm nervous?" she asked with a straight face, though she was afraid that he could be able to see her heart hammering against her chest.

"I can see it in your face."

"Wrong answer," she instantly regretted blurting that out, but she didn't drop her gaze, her poker face not betraying her for a second.

"Really?" he smiled curiously, "Then what is the correct answer?"

"'I can hear your heartbeat,' would pretty much cover it," Shit, shit shit, what am I doing?!

"Is it really beating that hard?" his warm smile never left his face.

"No, but you're a vampire, so you should be able to hear it." Why did I just do that?!

Any other person would've overlooked his tiny reaction, but since she was looking for it, she saw it. He flinched ever so slightly, but it was gone in a nanosecond… then he started laughing.

"What's so funny?" she squeaked, a little slighted.

"Wow, kids sure have a vivid imagination these days," he laughed.

Of course, he's gonna try and cover it up, its his family's peaceful life that's at risk here… that or my life. "Yeah, don't we? Too bad that if I touch your chest, there won't be a heartbeat to feel." Agh! That sounded evil! Gotta lower my defenses…

Evil as it may have sounded, it certainly got his attention, seeing as he was looking more serious by the second.

"Why are you saying this?" he asked.

"Because its true. And if this is reality, I might as well come clean," okay, that sounded less hostile.

"…Let's say I really was a vampire; you really shouldn't go around saying something like that. What if I killed you?" he said calmly

"But I know you won't."

"You can never know for sure."

"Oh, believe me, I know for sure." You have noooo idea… "So, what are you going to do now that I know your secret?"

"I never confirmed it."

"But you're not denying it, either," she laughed this for some retarded reason.

He sighed, "I guess there's no use denying it since you can apparently prove it. What are you going to do now that you know my secret?" He asked, paying rapt attention to her expression.

She thought for a minute, then she shrugged, "I really don't know," she said sincerely, "But you could always offer me lodgings for my silence," she smirked playfully.

"Despite the very subtle threat," he smiled amused, "I'd be happy to oblige. I have to warn you though: I live with my family of 6."

"Oh, I don't mind at all, its all good," she smiled sweetly, and Carlisle looked at her with a mixture of amusement and pity. He probably thinks I'm out of my mind, she thought, I can almost hear him: "We've found ourselves another Bella". Edward ni Edward, I totally kick his ass mind reading, haha, as if! "Oh!" she suddenly became aware of something, "May I see my companions? I don't remember how I got here, much less who I was with…"

"Certainly. If you can stand then just follow me," he said pleasantly.

If I can stand? She thought. She felt just fine, so she wondered why he had said that. She took the bed sheets off, and she noticed for the first time that she was wearing her school uniform; a simple light blue polo and her blue square patterned tablet skirt, her vest was folded neatly next to her shoes on a nearby chair.

"Eww," she groaned in disgust at her getup. She put her feet on the floor, and she could feel the cold through her thick wool socks. Yet when she completely put her weight on her legs, she let out a yelp of pain and fell. Carlisle moved too fast for her eyesight and he caught her in mid-fall.

"Ow! What the hell? Why do my legs hurt so much?!" she asked, looking down at her shaking legs trying to hold her own weight.

"I was hoping you would tell me, but apparently they've gone through an enormous amount of strain. Maybe badly done exercise, or too much running, perhaps?" He said as he put her arm over his shoulder, helping her stand.

"I-I dunno," she stammered, the previous gesture catching her by surprise, "Don't remember…" she let herself be led by Carlisle to the next room.

Once inside, her heart gave a jolt as she saw a familiar bunch of brown hair in the hospital bed.

"Karla!" she let go of Carlisle to get to her friends side, "OW!" ka-toom, but she fell down at the first step, "Dammit… thank you," she said when Carlisle helped her up once again without the merest strain, and placed her next to the bed. She looked at her sleeping friend, and she suddenly felt unsure if she should try to wake her up. Maybe I'll just let her sleep until she wakes up, she probably needs her re— her thoughts were interrupted by nothing less than a tackle. She slid across the floor and stopped by hitting a wall. The only thing she saw was a big bushy batch of long wavy chestnut hair.

"Nashma! Oh my God, I was so scared! I thought I was alone! And then I thought that you were hurt! Where are we? What happened?!"

"Sol… ow… bones… lungs… air… ow…" Nashma squeaked out at the lack of oxygen.

"Ah! Is Karla okay?!"

Nashma gasped noisily for air after the crushing pressure of her friend Solmarie's hug was finally off her. She sat up and saw her leaning over Karla's sleeping figure, her face horrified.

"Que le pasa?!" Solmarie asked desperately. [What's wrong with her?!]

"Same thing that was wrong with the both of us a few moments ago, ow," Nashma groaned as she got up shakily. The pain on her legs was slightly more tolerable, just enough for her to stand on her own, but they were still shaking like crazy. She held on to the edge of the bed for support.

"Y a ti que te pasa?" Solmarie asked when she saw her friends trembling legs. [And what's wrong with you?]

"A ti no te duelen?! Godammit, was I the only one doing actual exercise?!" Nashma complained. [Don't yours hurt?!]

"Psh, K'se yo? Anyway, how did we get here?" [I'on't know]

"Good question," Nashma scoffed.

"Nnnnn, callense…" Karla shifted in her bed, groggily putting the pillow over her head. [shut up]

Solmarie and Nashma exchanged equal looks of disbelief. What happened in the next second made Carlisle—who was still standing in the doorway watching—laugh out loud.

"NOOOOOO!!!! No, no no!! Suelta, sueltaaaaa!!" Karla shrieked as she held on to her sheet for dear life as Solmarie tried to snatch it away. [Let go, let gooooo!!]

"Oh – no – you – don't! You are – so – getting – up!!" Nashma said hitting her with the pillow with every word.

The scene in the room seemed to come out of a comedy movie or a manga. Carlisle laughed wholeheartedly at the situation, but then an approaching smell made him turn his head.

"Sorry to bother you, Carlisle," the new, silky voice made Nashma turn to the doorway. She froze on mid blow, the pillow slipping from her hands and hitting Karla anyhow. There are no words to describe her current expression.

Standing beautifully in the doorway, some unimportant rug (a.k.a. Bella) being held bridal-style in his perfectly sculpted arms, his stylish, manly clothes sticking onto his perfectly shaped chest, his face seemed to be carved by angels, and his short, reddish brown hair sticking up in perfect odd angles; though Nashma had always liked the long hair type, it was just a sight too glorious to behold.

She was too brain-dead to actually utter something, so everything went on inside her mind, going in a flurry of thoughts as fast as a movie being fast-forwarded at 3x.

Edward Cullen. Its Edward frickin' Cullen!! Oh my God, he's more gorgeous than I'd ever imagined! I don't have the imagination to think up such a spectacular face! I don't think I could ever draw him! I wouldn't do him justice! It would be an insult! And is that Bella? Ew! She's not ugly!

…Edward can read minds. Why do I think of it now as if I just found out! Of course I know he can read minds! He's probably reading mine right now! Oh, no!!!! He'll find out that I know his family's secret that they're all vampires, and that I know basically almost every detail of their lives and their powers and everything about them! Agh, stupid, you just told him!! He's looking at me weird! He's gonna eat me! He's gonna kill me!! AAAAAAAAGH!!!!!

"Get out of my head!!!" Nashma shrieked. She had a random thought of Heroes in her mind's eye.

"I can't help it! You're practically screaming everything at me!" Edward raised his voice uncharacteristically, probably because the information overload and the sudden outburst startled him.

Nashma glared at him, as if he were really reading her mind on purpose. She hadn't noticed both her friends had ceased their fighting, and they were both staring at her and Edward (mostly at Edward, though).

I don't care! My mind is the only place I'm free to be as absurd as I please! This is going to be impossible if I'm going to live with them… Oops…

Edward had a look of pure disbelief, and then he turned to his father, "I think I need an update of what's going on…"

In a flash, Carlisle told Edward the current status through his mind. Edward opened his mouth in shock and disbelief.

"Why did you agree to that?" Edward asked with exasperation.

'Cause I kinda threatened him I would expose him to the world if he didn't, that's why, Nashma answered in her head as a reflex. Edward's head snapped towards her. His expression was dark, it held something evil, almost hate, the kind of look you would give something that was threatening something important to you, like a lion protecting his pride.

Deeeeeeeeep inside her, she admired this passion for his family and loved ones. But she was too concentrated in her fear of his face to actually make those feelings concrete thoughts. The only thing on her mind at the moment was: Ooooh shit. Bad move.

"Okay! Either you talk with your voices and tell me what's going on, or you start working on my ankle!" Bella broke the tense atmosphere into a million pieces, "Its embarrassing, being carried like this," her eyes shifted a bit, giving her characteristic blush.

Betch, what wouldn't I give to be carried like that… Nashma decided to be a little careless with her thoughts, since she didn't really think she could control her whimsical mind on such short notice, so Edward would just have to deal with it.

"Yes, yes of course. Come with me. Can you limp? Good, I'll help you," Carlisle gently removed Bella from Edward's iron arms, put her arm over his shoulder, and he took her away. The room was silent, everyone was stiff, and no one really knew what to do. Well, at least Nashma didn't.

Edward was leaning against the door frame, still as stone, looking at the floor and taking slow, deep breaths. He was so spectacular. Then his head tilted only slightly upward, and his ember eyes locked with Nashma's black ones. She wanted oh-so desperately to look away, to just run out screaming her head off like a maniac, but his gaze tied her in place like invisible binds. She felt her heart thumping hard, but she stood her ground and held her gaze. No pretty vampire's making me back down…

Edward seemed to have had enough of Nashma's mind, and moved on to glaring at Solmarie and Karla. They both somewhat recoiled under his gaze. He eyed them viciously, his glare seeming to turn more into a look of concentration, then into one of frustrated amazement. The two girls had the same scared expression in their faces. Nashma was surprised that they hadn't said anything at this point, especially Solmarie, who was more prone at snapping than any of them. Nashma guessed that the sense of preservation that Edward was always so keen on indicating that Bella completely lacked was taking control over their actions. She couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop that!" she exclaimed, "Haven't you had enough? Can't you see you're scaring them? I'm pretty sure that's clear to you!" she finished, breathing heavily, more out of fright than anything.

Edward then unfroze and stood up straight, and he looked at Nashma. He seemed to be deliberating what to say.

He was suddenly in front of Nashma, taking her hand, and an intake of breath later, she was out of the room, in the middle of the hallway. She stood frozen in the spot, feeling as if she had been teleported there. Edward stood tall in front of her.

"Do they know?" he finally said, jerking his head towards the room. His voice caught Nashma off guard yet again, making her heart go cold. The close distance in which she found herself to Edward was doing her already battered brain further damage.

"Kn-know what? ...Oh! oh!" she caught on before he could explain, "No, not yet." Once you say your name I'm pretty sure everything will become clear…

"Why once I say my name?" he asked, looking deep in her eyes, looking for the answer in her mind.

But there was something more important surfacing in her head, "Why are you asking me?" she asked confused, "Can't you just read their mi—" Edward's hand quickly slapped against her mouth.

"Careful. What. You. Say." He said lowly and intensely, yet not menacingly. She could see a couple of nurses walking by and some random people going to the next hallway, and she noticed that she was being careless. He slowly removed his hand, knowing her realization.

"I'm sorry," she said meekly, "But you know my question, so answer it. Why must you ask me? Why not find out on your own?"

"Because I can't," he made an expression of frustration like if it hurt his head to say this.

"You can't…?" she didn't need to finish the question. Edward shook his head gravely.

Nashma laughed. Edward looked bewildered at her reaction. He certainly thought she had mental issues.

"Oho my God…" she giggled furiously, "pat, pat," she stood on her tip-toes and patted the top of a worried Edward. What was he worried about? Her sanity, of course.

"Wait till they hear about this!" she squealed. He was not expecting this part. His quick hand was instantly on her forearm, holding her in place in mid-turn. She looked at his hand, and then at his face, and she raised both her eyebrows. That's quite a lot of physical contact for a normal human, don't you think?

He opened his mouth to reply, but his eyes darted over her head. She looked behind her, and saw Karla and Solmarie peeking at them on the doorframe. They looked like little girls spying on their parents, a head on top of the other. This made Nashma laugh even more.

"Guys," she said, barely out of her laughing fit, "Hear me out; got some news. Go back in, I'll tell you now." If our dear Edward Cullen would let me off his iron grasp, then maybe we could get to it… She thought jokingly in her mind, tugging her arm lightly twice. He let her go, and she smiled what she called an "XD" smile, with her eyes shut and a toothy grin. But it didn't last long, since Edward caught her once more before the first step.

"Are you sure its prudent to tell them?" he asked seriously.

"Prudence really isn't something that's high in my list of priorities at the moment," she reflected the vampire's seriousness, "And, as I said, they'll figure it out anyway, so might as well save them the trouble."

With this, she slipped her thin hand free and practically skipped towards her friends in the room. Edward looked at her intently, trying to find out why exactly would it be so easy for them to figure out something as bizarre as that he is a vampire, but all he found was her imagining her friend's reaction at the news. They were relatively happy, hysteric images. The hysteric part he could understand, but how in the world could being in the same room with a vampire could be happy in any way?

Nashma clung on to the doorframe as to easily turn to enter the room. She felt Edward stand behind her (since she couldn't exactly hear him), and heard for anyone walking too close to the room, so they wouldn't overhear.

"There's no one in hearing range," Edward answered her thoughts before she could even get to it. She threw him a sideways glare, and then turned to her currently ignorant friends.

"Um, okay, uh..." she suddenly didn't know what words to use, so she decided to just go with the truth, no introductions, "Um, please don't freak out, especially you, Sol, but--"

"What do you mean, especially me?! You bi--"

"Shht!" Nashma shushed her friend short, and she continued, "but, we are in Forks, the Doctor you just saw was Carlisle Cullen, and this person behind me is Edward Cullen."

There were approximately 4 seconds of absolute silence. Then the bomb exploded: Karla started to scream and squeal and ask incoherent questions, or maybe they just sounded incoherent because Solmarie's booming laugh and phrases of denial got in the way. Edward marveled at the utterly different reactions. One of instant acceptance and the other of utter rejection. He looked into Nashma's mind and saw that she was remembering her own reaction, being somewhat a balance between the two before them, since she had been unsure at first, but was pretty much easily convinced.

"You know, I kind of figured it out," Karla smiled, "With the whole exchange he did with—that was Carlisle, right?"

"One and only," Nashma beamed, "Oh, and another thing: You guys took Bella's specialness away!" They had to think this one for a few minutes before it dawned on them.

"Oh my God, seriously?" Solmarie said excitedly. She involuntarily smiled at Edward.

"Yup. But he can read mine, so yay for me," She finished sarcastically, waving her hands up in feeble celebration. Her friends laughed.

Edward was more lost than he had ever been. He wasn't a person that was usually lost, since the answers to most of his questions were found in the heads of people. But here were these three unique girls, two of whose thoughts he could not penetrate, and one whose thoughts were as fast and fleeting as vapor, not to mention abstract.

He found the previous explanation of their current situation to be very vague. He really couldn't see how they could come to the conclusion that he was a vampire by just hearing his name. Unless there were some new-age standards for vampire names that he didn't know about. He found it highly unlikely. So what was it about what surrounded them that made them so ecstatic? He sighed.

As if the frustration of not being able to hear Bella's thoughts wasn't enough…

"Oh."

"My."

"God."

Solmarie, Nashma and Karla said in order. They were standing in front of the Cullen house—or in Nashma's opinion: The Cullen Manor. It was by far the most gorgeous house she had ever seen. She almost felt like if she had to be dressed in a princess outfit to go in it. She tried not to wince as she remembered that her only current piece of clothing was her horrible school uniform.

"I'll tell Alice to take you clothes shopping when she arrives," Edward said. Nashma's head snapped to him, her eyes wide. Really?!

"Yeah, I'm sure she'll love the idea."

Her heart fluttered. She had never imagined that life could be so sweet. Shopping with Alice. She turned around and then saw that her friends had also been boggling their eyes out at the splendid news. She smiled her "XD" smile at them, and they returned it. Life was sweet indeed.

They went in, and she almost went blind at the shiny whiteness of the house. She was almost afraid to step in and smudge the perfectly white floor, so she followed her impulse and took off her school shoes at the entrance. She felt the floor through her socks. It was almost as cold as the hospital floor, but she guessed that was because of the vampires. It was so white and spotless; it even made her socks look grayish at the contrast. Her friends followed her example for some reason. They probably didn't want to spoil the pristine floor either. They stood in the center of the huge living room, back to back in a circle. They admired the beauty of all that surrounded them, barely believing that they were actually there. It was as if all their wildest dreams had come true in one go.

Carlisle had stayed at work, and Edward had taken Bella home on the way (NK&S had nearly busted an artery when they caught a glimpse of Charlie, the poor dude). So they were currently alone in the house with Edward, since Emmett and Rosalie were out Hunting, and Jasper and Alice were doing something else.

"Um... Where are we going to sleep?"

"Upstairs there are plenty of rooms, you can all pick."

The three girls stared at each other for a few heartbeats.

"Dibs on the largest one!"

"Not if I get there first!"

"No way, bitch!"

The three teenagers sprinted up the majestic staircase like toddlers, fighting for their rooms. They laughed joyfully, going around the house as if they knew it (and they did, more or less, thanks to the books), but Edward didn't have a clue. He just heard them jump on the bed of one of the vacant rooms, scream lots of "MINE"s and "GET OFF"s, and throw pillows at each other. Anyone would say that they were here in a slumber party, and not in a vampire lair.

The three best friends were bickering playfully. They could easily say that this was the happiest day of their lives, hands down. They weren't thinking of how they got there; they would worry about that later. To be perfectly honest, they really didn't give a shit. Right now they would just enjoy being in the world they had fantasized with for so long, and with the characters they loved.

A/N: Oh my goodness. I have not published a story since I was 14... I'm 17 now . So, as you might be able to tell, I'm extremely rusty at the fanfiction thing. My friends basically harrassed me into writing this, just for our own amusement. But my friends (without my permision -_-) started spreading this story all over messenger, and I thought: "Hey, might as well publish it, since practically everyone I know has read it" -.-;; Soooo, here you go!

NO FLAMES PLEASE. This was made for amusing ourselves only. I don't intend on trying to make a really great story because this is just a "what if" kind of story and it has no real plot. Yes, I am making this up as I go. Therefore, updates will be slow, but constant :) I'll try to make it funny making the characters be as less OOC as possible. They will slip from time to time, just for some lulz, but Edward is nowhere near running around naked in Port Angeles with "I :heart: Bella" written across his chest while singing "Bob the Builder" at the top of his lungs out of a bet he made with Emmett. I'll make sure all characters keep... most of their dignity intact w heheh.

Thank you for reading my useless rant. I'll probably put up the next chappie sometime next week, but that depends on the reviews I get. Good reviews = more chappies :) Bad Reviews = it stays between friends :(

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