Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the song Daybreak. I only own the story plot of this fanfic.

A/N: Thank you to Project Team Beta and to Savannah and Coreenm for the wonderful work they've done on this chapter.

Thank you to everyone who have read this, left feedback and added my story to their favorites list. I hope you'll enjoy reading the new part. This story is going to get a little tough… though not just yet.

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Chapter 1 – Waking Up

"Edward…"

"Bella?"

Her eyes opened slowly, the black pupils trying to focus. All she could see was a stark white ceiling. Was she lying down? She had to check if she was. After trying to move her hands that somewhat felt encumbered, she felt what seemed to be linens underneath something soft. Yes, she was definitely lying down on a bed. But then she remembered that her ceilings weren't white. And her room didn't smell that sterilized. Where was she?

"Dad?" Her voice gathered strength. She wanted to see who called out to her. She remembered how the voice sounded so much like her father's.

A rustling ensued, and she heard Charlie yelling for a nurse. A few seconds later, she heard his deep baritone beside her. "Bella, I'm here." She then felt her hands being squeezed gently inside his.

"Where am I?" She moved her head to the side. She noted the light green walls, the wooden door at one end of the room, the muted lights overhead and finally, the distraught expression on her father's face loomed above her. She had seen him like this a few times, when he brought the stress of work home. Though Forks was a small town, he was the chief of police after all. But why was the look directed at her now?

"Bella, it's ok. You're in the hospital," Charlie tried to explain as gently as he could.

"Hospital? Why? What happened? Where's Edward?" Bella's eyes darted everywhere. Why was her dad the only one in the room? She started to panic. She saw the tubes running along her arms and tried to pull them off. How were they even able to inject a needle through her marble skin?

"Edward? Who's Edward?" Charlie tried to calm his daughter down. "Are you talking about the boy who was driving the van? His name's Tyler, not Edward." He figured Bella was concerned over the driver whose van almost crushed her. This was his daughter; always thinking about someone else's safety and well being over her own.

"Don't worry about him, Bells. He's fine." When Charlie heard of the accident and that Bella was involved, he thought his heart had leapt out of his chest. Icy numbness started running within him like vines. It spread from his empty chest cavity, down to his fingers and toes. Wordlessly, he drove speedily to the school and saw Bella on a gurney, unconscious with a brace on her neck.

Tyler Crowley was driving into the school's parking lot, and with the icy roads, he lost control and was headed straight for Bella and the truck Charlie gave her as a welcoming present. Bella had the presence of mind to move, but it wasn't enough. She managed to hit her head on the asphalt as she tried to avoid the oncoming vehicle.

It was only a few days since she arrived, and already his accident-prone daughter was on her way to the hospital, in an ambulance no less. She suffered serious head trauma and was in a coma for a whole month. Finally, she had awoken, and Charlie thought she was finally in the clear. Apparently, that wasn't the case.

"Bella, stop!" He held on to her wrists as he pleaded with her to calm herself.

The door opened, and Bella looked over her father's shoulder to see who had come in. Surely Edward was near. What about Renesmee? And how was her father able to hold her down?

Her eyes widened when the doctor walked over to her side.

"Carlisle!"

The excitement in her voice startled the doctor. Seeing her father-in-law caused Bella's heartbeat to skyrocket. Wait, she had a heartbeat?

"Carlisle, why am I here? What's happening? Where's Edward? Renesmee?" Bella started getting agitated once more.

"Dr. Cullen, what's going on? How does she know your name? And she keeps calling this 'Edward'. I don't know anyone by that name." Charlie was beside himself with worry.

Bella's eyes shot to her father. How could he not know her husband?

The blond doctor nodded and checked Bella's vitals before addressing the matter at hand. Though admittedly, he too was surprised by the familiarity the Swan girl seemed to express towards him.

"It's possible she heard my name while she was in the coma. But as for the other, I don't know. The brain does a lot of mysterious things while healing a person who has undergone the kind of trauma your daughter has suffered," Carlisle tried to explain. "But don't worry, Charlie. There have been accounts of such a thing happening. Bella isn't the first."

"What are you talking about?" Bella asked.

Carlisle pulled a chair over to sit by Bella's bed. "My dear, your brain has been under much stress, healing itself from the trauma. It made you go into a coma to fix what was wrong. Now, there have been reports where patients have created a world for themselves while being asleep. It's possible that that was where you heard the name Edward."

Bella was shaking her head to the contrary before the doctor even finished speaking. Tears welled in her eyes. She looked at her father for a moment. "Dad, can you excuse us for a minute?"

Charlie was stunned for a second. "Bella—"

"Please, Dad", Bella cut her father off mid-sentence. "I just need to get something clear and…I'm sorry but…I might say something that you might not like. Please, just a few minutes. It'll be ok, I promise."

Charlie acquiesced, though hesitantly. "I'll just grab a cup of coffee. I'll be back soon." He leaned forward and kissed his daughter's forehead.

Bella nodded, a thin smile gracing her face in gratitude.

As soon as the door closed, Bella turned to Carlisle. "Don't lie to me, please. Where's Edward? Why isn't he here? Is he ok? Renesmee, where's my Renesmee?"

"Bella, I don't know what you're asking." Carlisle gave her a look of sympathy.

The tears began to fall then. "I'm talking about your son, my husband, Edward Cullen. And Nessie, she's your granddaughter, mine and Edward's little girl."

Carlisle was shocked. "H-husband? And a daughter? How do you even know Edward?" He tried to compose himself. He had to tread carefully. It was obvious that Bella was suffering from some type of post-traumatic stress.

"Bella, the accident happened on your first day at Forks High. You didn't even make it into the school. As far as I know, you two never met. How do you know my son?"

Bella's brows furrowed. "We…we were married." Her lips began to quiver. She looked at the IV tube running alongside her arm. The doctor was able to insert a needle in her hand. "I'm not…I'm…" Her mind struggled to wrap around one fact. She was once again human.

"You're what, Bella? Do you feel alright?" Carlisle questioned.

"I'm human." It was merely a whisper, but Carlisle heard it as if she screamed the words.

"Why wouldn't you be?" Carlisle said the words softly, a doubt taking form in his mind.

She looked towards the door, checking that it was closed and that her father was nowhere near the other side. "Um, I was changed. Edward, he…he changed me."

"Changed you how?"

Bella's deep brown eyes stared at him straight on.

"Changed me into one of you."

Yes, the doubt was already planted and had taken root.

"Your family…you're all…" Bella's breath hitched. There was a distinction now. It wasn't her family. It was his. A pain started within, just like the time Edward left. She ached at the knowledge that she was no longer a Cullen.

Carlisle waited for her to finish, but it was clear that she was struggling. "We're all what, Bella?"

The word left her lips as she exhaled and the heartache took over, spreading inside like poison, like venom.

"Vampires."