Chapter 2: The Transformation
Alice's POV
I looked up worriedly at my father. He just stared up the stairwell, where my mom has run up and suddenly I knew what day it was. Just today, in school, I had lost 2 points on a test because I forgot a date. Stupid me. This day was worse than any other.
Oh, my parents thought I didn't notice. How on every April 17th, for the past 16 years, my mother would get upset over something. I could remember it as early on as when I was three; my mother had just given me a bath, and she tickled me softly. As she leaned down to smell my clean hair, she froze as my scent passed over her. She had put on a brave face and quickly put me down, and as soon as I was dressed she ran to her room and shut the door.
I noticed a bunch of things my parents didn't think I knew. I knew about the whole werewolf thing, and about the vampire one too; though it was my father who had to explain two years ago, for he explained to me on the dreaded April 17th again. Red Day. The color of blood.
For the vampire who had caused her so much pain. I'm a very good listener, and I'm not ashamed to say I've listened in on many private conversations that were not meant for me to hear; but all I knew was that somewhere, out there, was a immortal being with a thirst for blood that had hurt my mom so bad she couldn't speak on April 17th.
I keep repeating that date, but only because I'm so confused by it. I mean, pick any random day, really, but April 17th??? What's the point? It's not even an even number, and mom loved even numbers.
Shaking my head, I crept past my dad, whose face suddenly grew angry. Not at my mother, I knew. At that vampire. Our whole family despised him, and though I never told my parents, I held a secret wish in my heart:
That I would become a werewolf and help the noble cause of destroying these two-sided bastards. So I was a little emotional; who wouldn't be? After all, you've never had your family torn apart because of the passing fancy of some blood-sucker.
I decided that I'd be making the call for pizza tonight.
Bella's POV
I knew it was confusing for my daughter, and I knew it tore my Jacob to shreds, but I just couldn't stop the pain that tore through me like a hurricane. Jacob suspected it had something to do with Edward, but he would never know the truth. That his immortal birthday was that today, April 17th, and that every year for the short yet sweet two years we had been together he would promise to change me.
Of course, I no longer wanted to be one of them. I didn't cry for him anymore; no, I cried because of the pain he put me through. Of all the lies he told, of us together, forever, of his passing fancy for a pretty human girl who smelled good.
Two hotter-than-normal arms wrapped themselves around me, and I leaned back into the comfort of Jacob's arms. He didn't say anything, so neither did I, and we just sat there, listening to each other's heartbeats, his face pressed in my hair.
A sudden bang as the door broke open startled us, and Alice looked there, upset. She ran into my arms and curled up, sobbing. I could tell something was wrong, because the heat in front of me and in back of me was the same.
At the moment I realized what was wrong, Alice looked up, coughed, and said, "I don't feel well." At that she collapsed, and a rapid change went through her body.
First she grew paws, and then they shrunk into human hands again. A sudden howl ripped from her throat, and her face morphed into one of a small dog. Yet each face was the same; a contorted expression of pain and fear.
That's when Jacob snapped out of it and scooped her up quickly. I could tell with one look on his face what was happening, and I knew if we didn't get her to Sam's quickly, she would have to suffer alone.
And so we ran, as swift as the wind, and the sun set brilliantly on Red Day; April 17th; Edward's birthday; and the day my daughter became a werewolf.
Just-A-Broken-Pencil: Ahhh! I haven't made a new chapter in three months! I'm so horrible! –sobs-
-pulls self together-
Well, I'll make the story go faster. Already Alice's a werewolf! Just for you guys! Please review!
-calls- Oh Nuncle Quil!
Quil: Don't call me that!
Just-A-Broken-Pencil: Fine, but you have to do the disclamer.
Quil: Hmmm…
Just-A-Broken-Pencil: I'll give you lotsa hotdogs!
Quil: Oh, fine. Just-A-Broken-Pencil doesn't own the Twilight series-
Just-A-Broken-Pencil: Though she really wishes she did.
Quil: I thought I was doing it! Anyway, where's my hotdogs?
Just-A-Broken-Pencil: -tosses him hotdogs- Good wolfie.
Quil: -scowls and eats hotdogs-
