A/N: Hope you guys like it. I am trying to be original but I don't quite know how well that is working for me. Enjoy reading and review if you please

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters of Twilight or New Moon. All characters of both stories belong to Stephenie Meyer.

This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect
Give your immortality to me; I'll set you up against the stars

I closed my eyes and quickly reopened them hoping they were just trying to shake off dreams from the previous night, but they still stood there, their eyes boring in my face, analyzing my body. I felt quite self conscious and took to staring at the wall.

The clarity in which my eyes saw was unbelievable to me. The wall took on a completely new meaning, before it was just something that kept people separate but now if I were to look at it I could see every single brush stroke the painter had put on the wall. I could see the intricate details, the technique at which the painter had chosen to use.

The sound of a bird chirping rung loudly in my ears, it was almost painful. I wondered why this place would allow such loud animals to permit its walls, but I didn't bother asking.

There was a distinctive feeling in the back of my throat, it burned and it itched. I quietly attempted to clear my throat to make the irritation go away but it only succeeded in making it worst. I was desperately in need of a glass of water, but due to the awkward situation I put my thirst needs on the back burner. I needed questions to be answered. My curiosity was sparked. Why was I here? What was that intense pain that my body had just gone through? Was this hell? I guess I could understand if it was my hell, I had never been one for attention and spending the rest of my days with seven gorgeous people staring at me and never letting their eyes stop roaming my body could definitely be considered hell to me.

The burning in sensation in my throat continued to get stronger. My throat began to feel as if it was swelling shut on me, as if I wouldn't be able to breathe in a few moments. I slowly raised my hand to my throat and rubbed circles right below my chin hoping it would make the irritation pass. I attempted to clear my throat once again and the air that passed through my lungs only irritated the ever rising flame more.

I closed my eyes tightly and began to hope and I have never been a religious person but I began to pray. I began to pray that this truly wasn't hell, that this was just a horrible dream that I would awaken any moment now with cold sweat running down my forehead and the sound of pattering rain against my window panes. I needed to wake up, this truly couldn't be real, but I knew it was a long shot; my mind wouldn't let me rid the remembrance of the pain I had just been through. The burning sensation, my last few breathes, would forever be seared into my mind.

The burning in the back of my throat now felt like a blow torch had been set on high and left to sit. I couldn't take it anymore it was so to much, this wasn't like any throat ache I had ever felt before. I opened my mouth and let out a blood curdling scream.

My own voice sounded foreign to me, it was musical, even throughout the screaming it still sounded unique, and beautiful. I felt strong, cool hands enclose my mouth and other hands encase my wrists into a tight grip. What was going on? I began to thrash wildly. Why were these people holding me down? What had they done to me?

My ears were met with a soothing voice "Bella you are going to have to calm down. I can explain everything if you just calm down. I can help you get rid of the pain; I just need you to listen to me."

I willed my body to stop thrashing and instantly felt the restraints on my mouth and arms weaken. I recognized the two men letting me go as Emmett Cullen and Jasper Hale. What could I have possibly be doing at the Cullen's' house?

The girl I had to come to know as Alice, while in my short stay at Forks, came and sat down next to me. She shot both boys a reassuring look before they finally backed off and went to stand else where in the room.

She grabbed my hand into hers and squeezed tightly. I couldn't say that I wasn't shocked by her affection. After all these were people I barely knew yet I have awoken in their home after suffering immense pain, to find my self with a burning throat, and being restrained by two rather large men.

The older man who had talked before turned to Alice with a concerned look upon his face. "Alice is she going to be okay?"

The small, jet black haired girl closed her eyes and with her free hand rubbed small circles against her temples. When she reopened her eyes she gave me a smile, her teeth glittered in the low light of the room. I could tell by the way the smile was that it was not her normal smile; it looked as if it was a smile of sympathy and hope. The type of smile you receive when you are attending the wake of a family member and people are trying to bring up your moods, but they understand that only you can bring yourself true happiness and you will have to grieve on your own.

Her musical voice rang through the room "Yes Carlisle she will be fine, it will take time, but she should be fine."

Everyone in the room sighed in relief, it felt as if the tension in the air had finally been cut and the room was now filled with anticipation and nerves. I began to feel calm as if I had spent the day with my mom during her yoga class phase.

The older man began to talk again, "Bella my name is Dr. Carlisle Cullen and as you have met these are my children. Edward, Rosalie, Emmett, Alice and Jasper," he pointed to each as he said their name and I simply nodded my head in acknowledgement. "This was is my wife Esme." He grabbed the hand of a beautiful women who looked as if she could not be a day older than 26. "As you have probably realized you have gone through some changes." He waited for a response but I did not answer, I was listening intently, my curiosity was sparked again. "You have entered our family in unpleasant circumstances but I hope that we can accommodate you as best as possible."

Mr. Cullen's talking was not helping me figure out the situation anymore. I finally opened my mouth to talk, the sudden intake of air set my throat on fire again, and I could see worry and concern pass through their eyes. I cleared my throat slightly and parted my lips again to talk "I don't mean to be rude sir, but can you please tell me what has happened to me."

The eyes in the room all flickered to Carlisle; it was obvious that they all had an unending respect for the man. "Bella you have become a vampire."

As soon as the words left his mouth the only thing my body allowed me to do was double over and laughter.

The sea is wine red
this is the death of beauty
the doves have died
the lovers have lied

The lyrics are from Wine Red by The Hush Sound. Thanks for reading and review if you please.