So! Here is chapter 2! While not as long as the previous one, I thought it was a good point to end at. SQUEE! Guys! 5 reviews, 8 favs, 16 follows! People actually like what I'm writing! People are asking for more?! Well I never knew how motivating that was:) Also, I uploaded a little poem called My Cowboy Soldier, it's about Alice and Jasper, and while not completely accurate, I'm SUPER DUPER PROUD! Please, go give it a looksie! Okay, okay, I'll finally get to the story. To those who reviewed last chapter THANK YOU BUNCHES! If you see any problems with this one, gimme a shout:) Starfish love you all, Nellie out(wooosh!)!

-Nellie of the Wolf

"In Which Bella Breaks Up With Edward"

After only a few days into vampire-hood Bella could easily tell you the only thing she missed from her human life.

Sleep.

To close your eyes and get away from the burning throat, the agonizing guilt that flooded in after each whiff of blood, every sinful imagining.

It had been glorious.

She recalled many nights as a child, going to bed hungry, lonely, and neglected, but sleep always took care of her.

Dreams were usually warm and mindless. No walking the three miles to and from school each day in rain, sleet, or snow. No constant pretending that her mother cared a lick about her well-being. No empty feeling where the comfort of a parent should be, the warmth and happiness that she could only compare to hot chocolate.

Slumber had always been a peaceful escape.

Now it was gone.

But, admittedly, her situation was much changed from before.

The three months before Carlisle's confrontation had been lived in a state of constant fear. No matter what time of the day, what she was doing, a low voice whispered in the back of her mind—

Unworthy.

Haunting like a twelve-year-old girl's first crush, awkward in her own skin and confidence. The voice never left, her mental state never varying.

Be careful. They'll never love you if you don't.

She had been so scared of losing the favour that previously in her life had swung back and forth like a pendulum. Renee, however, had never been smart enough to follow Newton's first law. She had punished based on how she felt at the time, usually done through—more than usual—ignoring of her "daughter."

The struggle to appear normal against the onslaught of chaotic newborn emotions was terribly difficult. Bella did her best. When she was conscious of a tough subject, her body remained relaxed and strong, face impassive. But there was one feature she didn't count on tripping up her cover—the windows to her soul. The newborn's eyes always showed her true emotions, usually a combination of fear and guilt.

However, the girl was starting to heal. Carlisle gave her compliments, honesty, and therapy; a perfect combination to start the much needed process.

Each day the immortal girl/woman had to spend an hour in the doctor's home office; Carlisle usually managing to get her to stay longer.

That plush chair was her safe haven.

There she spilled every crappy thing (Bella had just come to the conclusion that they had been crappy things, and that she hadn't deserved them) that she had been afflicted with during her human life.

Slow progress was being made in terms of the teenager's mental health. The scars would always be there, but she was slowly coming terms with the fact that she was worth something.

Don't kid yourself. You'll never be good enough, not for this family, and certainly not for Edward.

Bella was squirming in the chair, more than usual; her eyes flicking along the many mahogany bookshelves as she attempted to box in the bully, because it was a lie.

But you don't really believe that, do you?

Carlisle's topaz eyes watching her nervousness with tunnel vision concentration, like usual.

"You're going to be fine, Bella." He smiled sincerely. Carlisle was proud of his young charge, he could see her confidence growing with each coming day. She wasn't completely recovered, her anger and guilt issues testifying to that, but the newborn was no longer at rock bottom.

Today was the day. Six months after James attack, the Cullens were finally coming home. Bella was excited, insecure, and generally all over the place.

The human memories she had of the family had already become blurry. The only things she had to go from were her recollections of what she'd thought about them at the time. Her mind was bouncing through all the things she could remember like an eternally spinning hamster wheel. Rosalie, Esme, Emmett, Jasper, Alice, and—the one she wanted to see the most—Edward.

Bella was finally going to see her soul mate again. (AN:Take that—pew pew—finally spelled it right, blows smoke off of gun and sticks it in her pocket)

Carlisle was still looking at her, the beautiful girl whose head was down, eyes boring mindless holes into the floor. Bella finally looked up, surprised to see that he was still there.

"I'm so sorry Carlisle, were you talking to me?" he smiled.

"No, I was not, how are you—" a car was pulling up to the house. Bella stood up— knocking her chair over in the process—and ran to the door, leaving wind in her wake and an amused doctor.

There was the car, Edward's volvo, pulling into the garage, closely followed by Rosalie's beautiful BMW. Bella watched with trepidation as the family exited.

"Omph," the newborn was almost knocked off her feet as Alice gave a hug-attack. Jasper was closely watching his wife, smiling but wary; the beautiful blond bombshell, Rosalie, awkwardly stood next to the Mercedes; Emmett snaked an arm around her neck and kissed her forehead, dragging her towards the reunion; Esme was next, pulling Bella into a motherly hug that made her sigh.

Finally, Edward stepped out, Bella paused mid smile, a look of shock crossing her face. She felt nothing, an empty void, where the almighty love used to be. Sure, the woman could see that he was beautiful, but she'd been around Carlisle Cullen for six months, and she had realized something.

People had faults.

Even vampires.

When she had been human, Edward had constantly tried to control her, and from the start the only thing Bella had ever seen was his beauty and interest in her. Now, she could barely even remember anything from that point in her life, only seeking desperately after his love. The more she ignored the voice that whispered her faults, the more she saw the truth. This meeting—in the flesh—just assured her of reality. Edward wasn't her mate.

"Bella," the Adonis smiled, reaching his hand out for her.

"Edward," half-smile grimace, "may I talk to you alone?"

His eyebrows pulled together in broody confusion, the girl waved goodbye to her adopted family, giving Alice and Esme kisses on the cheek and promising to catch up later.

The coven watched the two disappear into the woods with raised eyebrows.

Carlisle beckoned for the group to enter, with a whispered "I need to tell you all something."

There the leader explained—in gentle terms—what he had discovered about the newborn. They looked at each other in shock, each resolving to treat the new addition to their circle with great care.

Bella lead the way through the wet, green forest, a new sort of confidence in her step. When the pair was deep enough into the woods to avoid eavesdropping she turned around. But before she could get a word in, Edward cut off her off.

"What's wrong Bella," the bronze haired boy put a hand on her ivory arm, "have you hurt someone?"

She subtly shrugged the caring hand off, looking deep into his warm yellow eyes.

"No! Of course not. Look Edward, I've realized something—" He took one step forward, she one step back.

"We, we're not meant for each other; at least, I don't think so…" his stare was too intense, the newborn averted her gaze and took yet another step away.

If Edward had been human, his face would've been entirely drained of colour. All emotion was gone from his countenance, the previous faint smile entirely absent.

"You can't mean that," he hissed, "has someone been poisoning you against me?"

"No, why would you—"

"We were meant for each other Bella," a final step forward, the girl was now trapped against a tree, "You're my singer, I'm in love with you, Bell-a."

With reverence, the eternal boy stretched out the syllables of her name. Her doe eyes glazed over with terror as Edward stroked the side of her face tenderly, a mean look hardening on his face.

The frightened doe carefully laid her hand on the captor's cheek, sliding it along his stone-hard jaw.

"I'm very sorry Edward, I—I just don't remember much from my human life, other than the pain I experienced." Her hand raised again, smoothing the sullen wrinkle gathering between his brows.

Adonis bored his eyes into the captured deer's.

He doesn't believe me.

"What is this pain you're referring to?" eyes averted, Bella ducked out of the prison of his arms. She scratched the back of her head awkwardly, wishing to be anywhere but the current situation.

"Can we still be friends?"

"I don't know how well I can manage that," he had captured Bella again, this time using the marvelous yellow orbs that led to his soul.

Her voice grew incredibly soft and timid.

"Well you'll have to try." With that the lovely newborn danced away, one last sorrowful look sent his way.

What she didn't see was those yellow orbs going cold, desperate to take back what had previously been entirely their own.

Trees flew in all directions as a terrible tantrum took place. The cracking sound of demolition echoed through the wild, any hearer of this chaos would've assumed two large predators were engaging in battle.

In a way, they were.

The immature Edward had always known attention. The blurry bits he remembered of his childhood had been his parents, spoiling him. They had been at the high-end of middle class, and as the only child, Edward was the star.

He did have a softer side, the one that played piano, read books, and touched his face when a pretty girl gave him attention.

But, he'd had many opportunities to continue to occupy the place of a dependent. Carlisle—from the start—had taken over the position of father in his life. Then came Rosalie, with whom he engaged in multiple typical sibling battles, usually winning. Finally, Esme completed the package, making Edward the definition of immortal child. He took all he could get and more, using his beauty, talent, and a multitude of guilt trips.

And the fact that the Adonis had encountered so few struggles made him exceptionally susceptible to extreme frustration when one did occur.

What had once been a thick, brush heavy area had become destruction, a dent in the wild, not a tree left standing. A smell similar to that of a saw mill filled the air, the dust of the former trees making the air dusty and hazy. In the middle of all this stood the immortal boy, hands wrenching at his hair, anguish spread across his face.

She was mine.

Bella breathed in a sigh of relief when she was back in Esme's arms. The family was all gathered in the living room (AN:hee hee, anyone else get the joke?), even Rosalie's face had smoothed out, no trace of the sullen thoughts she'd usually had toward the new addition.

Smiles were etched on to everyone's countenance. Emmett's hands gestured widely, voice booming as he told a humorous tale.

The newborn laughed, crow's feet and dimples making their appearance. To some it would've seem forced beyond the usual length, but really, joy has to be made to last, you never know when it was going to disappear.

As easily as snapped fingers, they could stop loving me.

Don't make a mistake.