Chapter Two

A/N: yea, I'm not writing anymore about her transformation. It was painful and 3 days. What more do you need to know? I'm starting again at the very end. Oh- to Jasper's number one fan- yeah, it was Bella screaming

After what seemed like years, this torture finally started to cease. I could hear everything around me- someone getting up, out of their chair, the person holding me whispering in my ear, though I still couldn't understand quite what they were saying. Above me, someone was yelling, but they didn't sound mad. Their voice was calm, but they were yelling. It was like someone had turned up the volume to high.

The pain was slowly weaning away, and I became more and more aware of my surroundings. There was someone under my back, holding my head, and someone else under my legs. I could only guess that there were sitting under me on a bed, or a couch, but as my eyes were resistant to my attempts at opening them, I couldn't be sure.

Finally, after some cursing, some pleading, and some sweet talking, my eyes opened to see the ceiling. A plain, off white ceiling. Except for the fact that I could see every brush stroke around the molding, every miniscule line the rollers left behind. I must have been extremely close to it, I mean, how else could I see that?

I slowly shifted my gaze from the intriguing source of my confusion, and found myself staring straight into a pair of topaz eyes, practically bursting with... love? I knew that I had seen them before, but I couldn't remember when or where. I racked my brain, knowing that it was important to remember this, but came up short. Where would I have seen them, though? I just woke up from hell. Unless he was there, I must be wrong.

So as the topaz eyes watched me, I looked around. Three other people were in the room- a very handsome man, who looked to be around 30, with blond hair, who had his arm around a beautiful woman with light brown hair, and a kind look in her eyes. They were both watching me, looking almost proud, as was the girl holding my legs. She had short, black hair, and from my perspective, looked to be not much more than five feet tall. She looked positively euphoric, and was bouncing in her seat. We were, in fact, sitting on a couch, in huge, very bright room.

"Bella? How are you feeling?" Figuring they couldn't be talking to me, I didn't answer. I had never heard of a 'Bella'. That wasn't my name. But… if that wasn't, then what was? I couldn't remember ever having a name. You don't need one in hell. Still slightly upset over my realization, I looked around the room, trying to figure out who Bella was. They were all still watching me, though, with slightly bewildered expressions.

"Bella?" The blonde man was talking, so I looked him. Hopefully, his gaze would clue me in as to who Bella was. He was looking back at me, though. "You just woke up from your transformation." His voice had a very calm, medical edge to it. I listened, interested. If he was talking to me, I might as well listen. He seemed to know what was going on. I stared at him with uncomprehending eyes, however, as I had no idea what he was talking about. "Can you hear me?" He now sounded worried, so I nodded, telling him I could. At that he looked relived, and, though I expected him to continue, looked instead at the man holding me.

Avoiding the eyes that I knew would pull me in, I looked over the rest of him. His hair, which was a bronze color, was unruly, his perfect lips were pulled down into a frown. His entire face looked perfect, actually. And through our thin clothes, I could feel well defined muscles all down his body. Through all of the confusion, I couldn't help but appreciate how handsome he was. He reminded me of an angel, and that confused me further. Did I leave hell and go to heaven? But before I could ponder that any more, the angel spoke.

"Bella? Love, why aren't you talking?" My blank stare seemed to tell him something, and I could almost see a light go on in his eyes. "Do you know who we are?"

I figured now would be as good a time as any to test out my vocal cords, and was pleasantly surprised as the beauty of my voice. "No, I don't. I don't who you are, I don't know why I'm here- all I know is that I was in hell, but now I'm here. Where is 'here', but the way? And would you mind telling me who you all are?"

A look of pain crossed the angel's face, and I felt horrible for causing it. But what else could I have done? I really wanted to know who they were.

The blonde man was the first to answer me. "I am Dr. Carlisle Cullen," he paused, maybe to see if I remembered anything. But that name was foreign to me. Sensing my ignorance, he continued, "and this is my wife, Esme. That is Alice," He pointed to the black haired girl holding my legs, "and Edward." Carlisle told me, indicating to the man holding my head. I finally allowed myself one more look into his eyes, and was surprised to see love, betrayal, fear, and confusion. How could this man I had never seen before feel all those things about me? Carlisle continued slowly, as though he was talking to a very young child, "Edward is your finance."

I couldn't help the shock that spread across my face. I was going to marry an angel? The second my face changed, however, his almost crumpled in pain. He looked like he should be crying, but he wasn't. He slowly slid out from under me, and gently placed my head on pillow. He practically ran to the door, but stopped before opening it, and said, to no one, "Yes." At this, Esme relaxed considerably. He then pulled the door open and left, and before it could swing closed, I could see him sprinted towards the woods.

I knew that his leaving, that everyone's misery was my fault, but I couldn't see how I caused it, or how I could have done any differently. But Carlisle sat down next to my head, and I sat up.

"Bella, you don't remember anything besides the pain?" I shook my head. "You moved to Forks to live with Charlie, your father, because your mother, Renee, remarried. You met Edward at school, and eventually became friends with him. Well, more than friends. We were at a baseball game last year, when we ran into another coven on vampires, an-" He stopped at my alarmed expression.

"Vampires?" I asked fearfully. What did vampires have to do with anything?

"Yes, vampires. We are vampires, and the pain that you remember was your transformation. You are a vampire now." Esme answered gently. She came and sat down next to me. She reached for my hand kindly, and I responded. The second she touched my hand, however, everything went black.

A/N: yea, I know, you probably all hate me right now. But oh well. :D Well, this one's a lot longer, huh? And I'll have the next chapter up the second I finish writing it! Review, please!