Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. I wish I did, but I don't.
Charlie groaned in his hospital bed. Every muscle, bone, and fiber of his being, ached fiercely. He had been in his death bed for the last few days. It wasn't as much of sickness as it was old age, 93. Forty years ago it was exactly, was the anniversary of Bella's and Edward's death. A car crash killed both of them on their way to their honeymoon the day after their wedding. Apparently the bodies were too mangled to have a funeral home for and in their will they had wished to be cremated which the Cullen family saw to. So they merely filled their coffins with some of each of their possessions which were buried in a cemetery in town. The ceremony was well attended with many of Bella's relatives, friends from school, and neighbors. Many people like Angela, Jessica, Quil, Embry, and Renee all cried, but the strange thing was, was that none of Edward's family and Jacob cried at all. He nearly took it as an insult because Edward was part of their family and Bella was even before the marriage. On top of that, he was utterly bewildered that Jacob hadn't even had much of a reaction. It was as if he had gone entirely numb except for defeat. Bella's death had only seemed like an utter defeat to Jacob, like the last hope of his heart existing was destroyed. Over the years the family broke apart and moved to different parts of the world. Emmett and Rosalie were the first to depart to Europe. Next was Jasper and Alice moving north to Canada. Last Esme and Carlisle had left to Australia, and it seemed as though the entire Cullen line vanished from Fork's forever. People even had a difficult time recalling anything about them when Charlie brought them up, all except Billy Black. He reacted much differently that everyone else, like they were vermin and he was happy to be rid of them for good and even when he spoke of Bella, he could heard a slight bit of venom in his voice. So he gave up on the subject completely and tried to move on with his life without his daughter.
"You doing alright?" Billy asked from his wheelchair sitting a few feet from the bed. Charlie weakly smiled, attempting to sit himself upright.
"As good as I ever will", he grinned at his old friend looking around the room. The walls were painted with a tinted white with small daisies. Not exactly a manly room per say, but hey when you're dying you're not picky. The white door swung open and a doctor dressed in a long white suit poked his head inside.
"Mr. Swan you have a visitor", he announced Charlie was at a lost for an idea of who it could be. If any of the friend's of Jacob showed up, they usually would come with Billy. Renee usually called if she wanted to visit. Despite their marriage failure, she still cared enough about him to stop by the hospital.
"Who?" he asked curiously. His question was answered when a pale figure entered the room. "Carlisle?"
"Hello Charlie", he smiled. A deep growl like sound rumbled in the back of his throat. Charlie raised an eyebrow, he never figured out why exactly they hated each other. Then a thought occurred to him. Carlisle looked at most and this was stretching nature greatly, 30. HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OVER SIXTY!!!
"What are you doing here?" Billy hissed his hands clutching the grips on his wheelchair so tightly that his dark leathery skin was paling. Carlisle brushed off the unnerving glare easily.
"I am just paying a visit to a member of my family", he replied lightly. "How have you been feeling?"
"Well how am I supposed to know, you're the doctor", Charlie chuckled.
"I'm a medical doctor, not a mind reader", he laughed along with Charlie whom was missing half the joke as he didn't know what Edward could do. "Is there anything I can do for you?" Charlie immediately stopped laughing and sighed.
"If I could have anything, I would choose to see my daughter again. Oh well, I'll be with her soon", he dreamed. Carlisle bit his lower lip as if he was containing something important from him. Billy almost looked sad and pitying. "Why are you two looking at me like that?"
"Tell him", Billy growled. "He has the right to know what his daughter has become".
"It's not that simple", Carlisle whispered. "Besides I don't think he'll want to hear it from me".
"Then who would he want to hear it from?"
"Bella", he breathed. Charlie's eyes widen at the mention of his 'deceased' daughter's name.
"What?! Bella's not dead!?" he nearly yelled.
"I wouldn't say that", Billy answered in disgust. Carlisle withdrew his cell phone and began tapping a few digits.
"Who are you calling?!" Charlie asked. Carlisle looked up from the cell phone momentarily before bringing the device to his ear.
"Hello." Pause, "Edward, can I talk to Bella?"
"ARE YOU INSANE?!?!" Charlie bellowed. For the time being, Carlisle ignored him. "BELLA AND EDWARD ARE DEAD!!!!"
"Yes they are but not in the sense you're thinking of", Billy mumbled.
"Hello? Bella?" Pause, "Your father isn't doing well, and his last request is to see you again". Charlie gaped.
"Carlisle! Both of them are dead! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO PULL?!" Carlisle sighed and handed the phone to Charlie. At first he wasn't sure what to do, he had just been handed a phone that was supposedly connected with a person who was supposedly dead.
"Hello? Carlisle, are you still there?" a voice rang through the end of the phone.
"Bbbb….Bee….Bella?" he asked.
"Dad?" it was definitely her except her voice seemed different in an explainable way. It seemed like velvet and contained that strange yet beautiful note in her voice.
"Oh my gosh! BELLA!!! I thought you were dead, how, who, what, how is this possible?!"
"Dad", she whispered. "I'll catch a plane to Forks, I'll be there soon."
"Bella, you didn't answer my question, HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!" he yelled before realizing that the line was, dead. Bella was gone. He numbly handed the phone back to Carlisle before promptly passing out.
He awoke to a spray of morning light from the window. He sat up and rubbed his temples, his thoughts debating if it all was a dream or not. It was proved true when he heard three voices and none of them was Billy. One of them turned their head to look at him.
"Dad?" Charlie stared as the figure approached him. It was Bella, except there was something unbelievably strange and different about her. Her walk was unconsciously graceful, that was really new, her skin was deathly pale, her eyes were a deep golden and sparkled like diamonds, and last she was unconditionally and irrevocably beautiful. Edward sat perfectly upright against his chair as did Carlisle.
"Bella?" He reached a hand out and touched her cheek. Her reaction was strange; she smiled and yet shuddered at his touch. "How is this possible?"
"Does it really matter?" she asked obviously trying to hide the exact thing that the two visitors were battling over right in front him.
"Are you really not dead?" She flinched and turned to face Carlisle asking an unspoken question. He silently nodded in response. Bella still looked unsure about whatever choice she needed to make.
"Go ahead, Bella, he deserves to know what you've talked me into doing to you", Edward chuckled. Reassured, Bella turned back to Charlie.
"Dad, I can explain to you but you must believe every word I say", she whispered.
"Of course, you're such a horrible liar anyway", he laughed. She smiled weakly.
"Okay, well, I'm just going to be blunt about this. The entire Cullen family including me now are vampires", her voice breaking at the word vampires.
"What? But vampires don't exi", he began.
"Yes vampires exist", she finished for him. "When I met Edward, he was always scared that he would lose control of his instincts and kill me".
"But Bella, this is absurd", he plead.
"You promised to believe every word I said! Besides do you honestly believe I'm that creative?!" He shook his head slowly. "I know it's hard to take in but I'm serious, and no I'm not insane."
"She's telling the truth Charlie", Edward calmly added. He regarded Edward for a moment. In the dim light, he did look incredibly inhuman and as Charlie glanced back at Bella and saw the same strange beauty. He shakily raised two fingers to her neck where a pulse could be identified. Nothing…..
"Oh my gosh", he gasped. "Your pulse!"
"My heart stopped the day after my wedding."
"But HOW?! Apparently it wasn't a car crash!"
"Charlie I told you, I'm a vampire now", she soothed.
"Are you serious about this?"
"Yes, very", she replied. He inhaled and exhaled deeply.
"Well this could explain a few things", he mumbled. Bella smiled.
"When Edward left, he did only to protect me. On my birthday, the Cullens threw me a party". He raised an eyebrow.
"But, Bella you hate parties with a passion."
"I picked up on that rather quickly", Edward laughed. Bella rolled her eyes at her husband.
"Anyway, I accidentally cut my finger and Jasper attacked me."
"Because vampires drink human blood", he trailed off staring an accusing eye at Edward and Carlisle. She followed his gaze and guessed his thoughts quickly.
"NO! The Cullens drink animal blood! Not human blood!"
"Oh, but do all vampires not drink…."
"No, not all vampires drink animal blood", Carlisle interrupted sternly.
"I suppose that's why your family left on 'hiking trips' often."
"Yes, but will you let me finish my story?" Bella pleaded.
"Sure", Charlie nodded.
"Then Edward suddenly had a pang of guilt about how much danger he was supposedly putting me in, then left because he believed it was best for me."
"So you felt the need to use Jacob Black to get back on your feet?" he asked sarcastically.
"NO!!" she almost shouted before composing herself again. "No, Jacob was my best friend, and that's how I wanted it to be".
"Then that thing between you two was accidental?"
"Yes…."
"Hmmm, okay. But it was odd….Edward?"
"Yes?" he questioned.
"You really seemed to hate Jacob, and I mean more than just fighting over Bella."
Before Edward could answer, Carlisle cut in, "Yes, Jacob is a werewolf, and the group of friends he hangs out with are also werewolves".
"So they're sorta like a pack?"
"Yes, Sam is the alpha."
"Werewolves and vampires have been battling against each other for centuries", Edward answered before the words could even leave Charlie's mouth. "I'm a psychic".
"That also explains a lot. Basically, in the end the Cullens who were practically Bella's family and who now are and her friends hated each other?" Edward nodded grimly. "Wow, that's pretty amazing."
"Amazing how Bella is drawn to the most dangerous people she could possibly meet?" Edward asked.
"Yea, I suppose", he sighed. "Well I see your marriage has worked out well".
"Is this saying you don't hate me anymore?" Edward laughed.
"Of course not!! I would hate anyone who took my little girl away from me!" Charlie chuckled apparently not meaning what he said.
"OH!!! THANK YOU DAD!!" Bella squealed throwing her icy arms around Charlie's neck.
"COLD COLD COLD!!! C….A…..N'……T…..B….R….E….A….T…H…E!!!"
"Sorry", she murmured embarrassed. "I still don't really know my own strength. I know it's a bit of a shock, but are you okay with me being a vampire?"
"Bella, I had to be okay with the idea of you being DEAD for forty years!!"
"Oh well, I'm sorry, I just didn't want to risk your life and put you in danger as well", Bella apologized.
"Its okay, my final wish has been granted, I got to see you again. Now I'm ready to move on."
"No, no, no! Don't say that! Everything will be okay! We can be a family again!" Bella pleaded.
"Edward, take care of my little girl. Promise me."
"I will, for as long as I exist, she will be under my protection", he promised.
"Goodbye Bella, I know I will see you again someday, but until then take care of yourself."
"No dad, please", she whispered grabbing his hand between hers.
Suddenly his hands were just as cold as hers were.
AN: Okay seriously I used to laugh at the people who were attacked by plot bunnies. Now I feel their pain. Not my best work but hey it's my first one-shot. PLEASE REVIEW!!! If you liked it or hated it, tell me about it. Should I continue it?