Oh God. Oh no. Not this, not another pain, another problem. I stared at Charlie, looking at him for the first time in weeks. He looked stressed, agitated, and now, annoyed. He was holding a neat, elegant envelope in his hands, looking at in confusion every few seconds, and looking up at me in expectantly. "What is this? Who is it from?" He asked.

"I-I don't... I need to..."I didn't finish my response; instead I reached for the envelope. I didn't get mail. Especially not like this. Who could it...? I didn't open it immediately, as I caught sight of the sender's address. Italy. Italy? I didn't know anyone from Italy... My mind worked quickly, and my hands suddenly froze, midway through tearing the envelope open. This was exactly what I had been afraid of. Ever since... then, I had been reading up on some people in Italy. They were very hard to find out any information about, and none of it was accurate. You can't exactly type 'Volturi' into Google and find out about an ancient vampire family. And this was it; they were coming to get me.

Dear Bella Swan,

Unfortunately, your situation has come into our view, and though we regret what has happened to you, we do have some news. As you know –hopefully!- the secret we share has been wrongfully given to you. Not that we don't trust you my dear, it's just, with the latest developments we feel it shall be very difficult for you to keep our secret, and now yours too. I hope you already know what choice a mere mortal has when they know our secret, and yes, the same applies to you. We will have you come down to Volterra, to clear things up, yes?

You have one month. We greatly hope you survive that long, if you don't, you will have ruined us all. Don't think a trip to the castle means you survive.

Do forgive my brother, Caius. One month now Bella!

Lots of love, Aro, Caius & Marcus, Respectively The Volturi.

Ugh, so they knew. Was there anyone who didn't? Yes, there were lots of people who didn't know... Charlie, Jacob, the human and werewolf population, and....the Cullens. "Bella? What is the letter about?" Charlie asked softly. Oh, no. What would I do about him? 'Hey Dad, you know how I've been suicidal for a while? Yeah, well I'm over that now. I'm going to Italy to meet up with strict, homicidal vampires so they can sort out my vampire baby and vampire ex-boyfriend situation. Might die, see ya.' Perhaps not...

I opened my mouth to say 'junk mail,' when my daily routine started early. There it was, that regular sickness feeling. It came at least five times a day, though I was normally only actually sick once every day. Yes, it was abnormal, yes, I was going to die. What did it matter to me? The only ones to suffer would be some vampires. Especially the Cullens, when Charlie found out... I smiled sadly through the pain at the image of the Cullens; every scene I could see Charlie hidden in the corner with a gun, or some other weapon. I don't think he will look after her, once I'm gone. In fact, everything in that sentence I know to be true. Charlie won't care for some vampire child; not even if I asked him to. I knew it was a she; we could communicate. Not in the normal way, not with words, but more with feelings, ideas, images. I already knew that we wouldn't connect in a mother-daughter kind of way, even if I was going to survive. If this was a normal pregnancy, a normal birth, and I stayed alive, I'd be that kind of depressed mother who is certain the child isn't theirs, simply because she feels no motherly connection toward them. And I knew I wouldn't survive. There was no way I could. Pain this intense could only build up to something bad... Plus, I was a mere mortal human, trying to support a vampire child. It was like me, trying to carry Emmett up a hill, all the time.

Though I only found out a few days ago, it was only a matter of time before Charlie would find out. At the rate it had been growing, no more baggy jumpers would cover it. It was only a while till Jacob would call, or visit, and he'd be more intuitive than Charlie, what with the extra senses. I couldn't get help from any of them. But now, with the Volturi in the picture, I don't know if they were a plus or not. They could help me, make sure she survives, look after her. And no matter what, they would give me a choice, join them or die. And I didn't particularly want to live. Not with Edward gone. Not without my best friend. Not without my humanity.

I realized then that I still hadn't answered Charlie. "Junk mail." I sighed, putting the letter back into the envelope. Ironically, I got a paper cut. This was the catalyst to them leaving, and I smiled sadistically at the crimson blood that trickled from the tiny slice. Oh, yuck. It actually looked delicious. I couldn't help myself. As soon as the tiny amount of blood was gone, the sickness disappeared. What was I now? Cannibal? Vampire? No, not cannibal, technically it was only blood. Not vampire either, but the little thing inside me was. I picked the letter back up, and realized there was a number to call. I would need to use that, soon.

"Are you sure? You seem pretty interested in it." He mused. Then, his voice turned sharp, "It's not from any of those Cullens, is it?"

"No," I said in a deadened voice. I wouldn't be able to bear it if it was. He would have been able to tell. "I feel sick, I'm going to bed," I told him, getting up and walking away, envelope in hand. He didn't respond. In my old, simple room, I could just lose the facade. I was going insane with everything that was going on. Though I didn't care about my own life, I cared about plenty of other things. I cared about my daughter, though I didn't feel motherly. Maybe it was just because I would never truly be with her, though I still cared. Why would I give up my life for her otherwise? I cared about pain; I'm not a masochist, so if I'm dying, I hope this pain business stops soon. Charlie. I hoped that whatever would happen to me wouldn't affect him too badly. And Jacob. Everyone else I cared for.

I worried a lot about the Cullens. Would they get in trouble for my knowledge? Would Edward be in trouble about my – our, really- daughter?

I was pregnant. With Edward Cullen's daughter. Edward Cullen, the wonderful, beautiful vampire who didn't want anything to do with me. In a few minutes time, I was going to call the Volturi, an elite group of vampires to come and get me sometime in the next month. They were possibly going to kill me, my daughter, and both the Cullens and my father. I was in severe pain every hour, going to be found out any day now by my police cop father who would just love a vampire baby, considering how much he liked the father. My best friend was a werewolf, sworn enemy of vampires.

I was in a good situation, right?