A/N: I am so sorry for taking so long. This chapter was hard to write, as I was having a bit of Writer's Block. I'm pretty much over it now thanks to your wonderful review for both the first chapter of this story and the last chapter of Sugar Plum Princess. Speaking of which, the last day of voting is the 20th and I'd really appreciate it if you would go to the link on my profile and vote for my story. You do not have to be a FanFiction member to do so. Enjoy!

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CHAPTER 2:

ELLA'S POINT OF VIEW:

When I woke up in the morning, I saw that I had thirteen missed calls from Dad. What was going on? Was someone hurt? I was just about to call him back when my phone began to ring. It was him, of course.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Ella, are you alone?" he asked.

Alec started to stir. "No."

"Go somewhere private," he said.

I got out of bed and walked out to the balcony, shutting the glass door behind me. "Okay, I'm alone. What?"

"Are you hiding something from me?" he asked.

"Hiding something?"

"Like something that you haven't told anyone. A secret, you could say."

"Umm . . . Alec and I bought a house yesterday, but I was planning on telling you," I said.

He was silent for a moment. "Well I'm happy that you two have found a place to live. You'll have to take pictures and send them to me. But is there something else that you haven't told anyone?" he asked.

"Why are you being so cryptic?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because your mother found a syringe of heroin under your bed."

Shit, he knew.

"What the hell Ella! Do you know what those drugs can do to you? They can kill you! Is that what you want? Huh?! Why would you bring those damn drugs into my house?! How long have you been doing them?" he demanded.

"Two years, okay? I am an adult now, I am not going to stand here and listen to you yell at me. Goodbye," I said angrily.

"Do not hang up on me Young La –" I pushed the "end call" button.

I ran back into the bedroom crying. Alec was fully awake now.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"My Dad found out about the heroin," I sobbed.

He took me into his arms and kissed me. My phone rang again.

"Don't answer it," he said. "He's just going to upset you."

"I was so happy until now," I cried.

"Last night was wonderful," Alec said, trying to change the subject.

"It was," I agreed.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked.

I smirked. "No. You gave me sexy heaven.

He chuckled. "That's what I am. The sex god."

I giggled. "I can't say I disagree, but this is getting really weird."

We decided to go shopping. We got the rest of furniture that we needed for the house, food, and clothes. I spent one hundred and seventy-five thousand on clothes for us, twenty-three thousand nine hundred on stuff for the house, a thousand to stock up on heroin, and one hundred on food. That left us with five hundred thousand dollars left, still plenty to survive on.

It took us the rest of that day and then next to get everything put away. I don't think that Alec was going to let me go shopping for clothes ever again. It was a good thing that one whole wall of our bedroom was a closet.

We flopped down into bed after getting everything put away. Let's just say that we were dancing in the dark.

When we were connected like that, it was like we were one body. There was a certain light between us. Pure bliss. We just forgot where we were, and gave into each other. Fingers gripping the blankets, lips like the inside of a rose. We were in our own world, our own beautiful world.

CARLISLE'S POINT OF VIEW:

"She's not answering any of my phone calls," I said to Esme.

"Of course not. She knows you're going to yell at her. She doesn't want to face that."

"So you're saying she's afraid of me? Not likely, Esme," I said,

"She's not afraid of you, but she doesn't want to think about it. It's not something she's proud of. If she's been doing drugs for two years, she obviously went to extremes to keep it from you. From us. Perhaps you had the wrong approach. Instead of getting angry at her, you should have told her that you know, and you should have given her time to explain herself. Right now she knows you're angry and disappointed and doesn't want to face that. Give her some time, Carlisle," she said.

"I am angry and disappointed, but all I really want to do is help her," I said.

"Then tell her that. You need to go to California and talk to her. It's been three days since we've seen her, and you two are already going at it. Fix this," she said.

I sighed. "I will. I'll take the day off of and run. If she'll just let me talk, maybe we can get through this."

Esme smiled before leaving to go shopping with the girls. I was going through the mail and noticed that I had a rather think credit card bill. I opened the envelope and the paper unfolded down to the floor. I read through the stuff quickly before finally getting to the bottom. Nine million, five hundred thousand dollars.

Dear God, Ella! What had she been spending all her money on? I knew that she had bought a house, but it couldn't have been that much. This told me that she was spending a substantial amount of money on unnecessary things. Perhaps on drugs. She also has the same shopping drive as Alice. But still, it shouldn't have gone so quickly. I had known that Ella was too young to be on her own. People should really start trusting my judgment.

ELLA'S POINT OF VIEW:

Alec was gone for the day. He had to drive to Stanford to get things set up for school. It was ten in the morning and I was in this big house all alone. Not a nice feeling. I wanted to call Mom, but I felt like that would be giving Carlisle some glory. He had really upset me. I didn't even get a chance to explain, he just blew up on me. I knew that it was my fault for not telling him, but he didn't even ask if I needed help. I had always taken Carlisle as a very compassionate person, on everybody's side, but right now he had a one-track mind. I thought that he was the one person that would always understand me, but apparently I was wrong. I was too different for this world.

Before I had time to think about it and tell myself to stop, I went into the kitchen, grabbed a small, but still really sharp knife. I cut my wrist, and then the other. I cried out in pain and dropped to the floor. I started to get dizzy, and then lost consciousness completely.

CARLISLE'S POINT OF VIEW:

I had no trouble finding Ella. Her scent was at the forefront of my mind. I was surprised to see the house, though. It was apparent that Ella had spent quite the amount of money on a house. I pressed the button outside the gate, but there was no answer. Perhaps she was avoiding me. Well, that wasn't going to work. I hopped over the gate and walked up to the door. I knocked, but there was still no action. I tried the handle, which was surprisingly unlocked.

When I stepped in, I was immediately met with the smell of blood. Lots of it. I followed my nose which led me to the kitchen. There, on the floor, lay my still, pale, and bleeding daughter.

Not letting the horrid sight faze me, I pulled my medical supplies from my satchel and shot the lidocaine into her wrists before quickly stitching them up. Her heart was still beating, and she was breathing, so her body was just shocked from the loss of blood. I cleaned up the floor and washed the knife while I waited for her to come to. I picked her up and carried her to the living room. It looked almost exactly like ours. The colors were similar, and the white drapes looked as if they were taken from the house. It was apparent that Ella wasn't ready to let go, and that worried me.

Her eyelids began to flutter, until they were able to stay open. They widened in surprise.

"Carlisle, what are you doing here?" she asked.

Carlisle. Something definitely wasn't right. "I came to apologize. And it's a good thing I did. Imagine what would've happened if I hadn't come." I gestured to her wrists. She examined them and looked back up at me, remembering what she had done.

"Why would you do something like that?" I asked her, keeping my voice soft.

"Like what. Suicide attempt or drugs?" she asked.

"They're both suicide attempts in my eyes. Right now I want you to explain why you decided to . . . cut yourself." It was so hard for me to say.

"I . . . I'm too different for this world," she said before bursting into tears.

I rubbed her back. "Everyone is different. What makes you think you don't deserve a place on this earth?"

"No one understands me! I'm a dirty freak, that's all I am! I'm just a pile of shit!" she screamed.

I hugged her. "Nonsense. You are not a dirty freak, nor a pile of . . . shit. You are special, Honey, very much so. You are loved. I love you, your mother loves you, your brothers and sisters love you. Alec loves you . . . Think of all the hearts you would break if you killed yourself. You may be having a hard time right now, but things will get better. I am here to help you," I told her.

She was quiet for a moment. "I do them because they make me feel good."

"What?"

"The drugs," she explained. "When I went to the bar, this person gave me a pill. It made me feel good. I didn't really think about it after that, until after . . . after Zach. Then I started on Ecstasy, then Cocaine, and now heroin. I told myself all that time that I wasn't addicted, but I am. I wanted to ask you for help, but I chickened out several times. Then you called, and I felt like there was no hope for me. What's the point of living if you're addicted to drugs? I didn't like feeling entirely alone."

"Ella, part of that is my fault. I should not have yelled at you. The thought of you doing drugs and lying to me just angered me, and I couldn't control it. It did neither of us any good, and I apologize. I want you to know that I am here to help," I said.

"But . . . I'm not sure if I want help," she said.

"Ella, yes you do. You don't want this to mess up your entire life. I don't want you to end up in prison for doing something so dumb and useless," I said.

"Dad, I don't want to talk about it anymore," she said.

I sighed. "All right. Fine. Then other than that, how are you doing?"

"I'm okay. A little lonely, but okay," she said.

"Where's Alec?" I asked.

"He had to go get things set up for med school. He'll be back tonight," she told me.

Tonight. I really had to get back to work, but I couldn't after what Ella did. I didn't trust her to be alone. I feared that as soon as she was left alone again she would try to commit suicide. That was a risk that I wasn't willing to take. She was like this after only one day of being alone. What would she do when Alec was at school all week and only came home on weekends? I knew it; she wasn't ready to leave my nest.

"Ella, I think you need to come home for a while," I said softly.

"No! I'm fine," she insisted for what seemed to be the hundredth time today.

"Honey, you obviously can't handle being alone for long periods of time. And that's okay, it's good to be around people. Alec was just gone for the day and you acted like this, what are you going to do when he's gone for weeks at a time? I think you need to come live with the rest of us until Alec finishes school and is closer to you," I said.

"Dad, I'll find something to keep myself busy. I'll get a dog if that's what it takes. I don't know why I did what I did today, I've just been really emotional lately. I think something might be wrong with me," she said.

"Drugs do have that effect on you," I told her.

"But it didn't start until just recently," she said.

"Do you want me to take you to a doctor?" I asked.

She snorted. "Isn't that what you're for?"

"I don't have everything with me. Just an emergency kit, which definitely came in handy."

She sighed. "Are you ever going to let me just forget about it?"

"I'm not sure if it's something you should forget about," I said. "Now back to the matter at hand, you need to come home."

"Dad, I can't. We just bought a house, and he won't be here to pay the bills. I'll be fine, I promise. I'll call you every day. Maybe that will make it easier on both of us," she said.

I thought for a moment. "All right, Ella, I'm trusting you. But you will call me every day and if you don't I will come here and you will come home. I'm staying today though, until Alec gets back. I need to talk to him."

"Okay. Hey, since you're here, do you wanna see the rest of the house?" she asked.

"Sure. Show me what you spent my money on," I said.

She giggled and led me through the first floor. I'd already seen the entryway and kitchen, but this was a big house, so there was much more. The living room was beautiful, huge, with the white curtains and white and gold furniture. She showed me the dining room, where she claimed we would have family holidays here because the table was so big. There was an office area, but it only had a desk and chair, no computer yet. Then she took me into the basement. There wasn't much there yet. There was only a bathroom, a storage room which was already bursting at the seams with boxes, and two big, open areas. She said that she planned on making one of the rooms into a home theater, and the other would be Alec's man cave. Then we went up to the second floor where there were four empty rooms that each had their own bathroom, and there was a lone bathroom at the end of the hall. The third story had the same layout, except there were just three doors spaced along the hallway, and then a door at each end of the hallway. It had a very complicated layout, and it very elegant. I felt that now was the appropriate time to ask the question that was just biting for an answer.

"This is a very beautiful home, Ella. Mom will definitely approve. But, I must ask, what made you decide to buy a home that is this expensive when you don't have a job?" I asked her.

"You gave me enough money," she said.

"You need to watch your spending now, though. You have five hundred thousand left, but that will go more quickly than you think," I said.

"I know, I'll be careful. Thank you, by the way."

I had given Ella ten million dollars hoping that it would help her survive if she ever got low, but she had just been frivolous with it. No one needed a house this extravagant. What was she going to do with all the space? Throw parties? I shuddered at the thought. I raised her better than that, or so I'd thought. Maybe I was worrying a little too much, but as a father every worst-case scenario ran through my head. I was beginning to understand why Ella became frustrated with me so easily.

ELLA'S POINT OF VIEW:

Alec returned around nine that night. He looked guilty when he found out what happened. He apologized profusely, and said that he would never leave me alone again. I told him that he was being ridiculous and I swore not to do it again. He took me into his arms and held me tightly.

"I can't believe I almost lost you," he said.

"I wasn't thinking clearly," I said.

"There's just one more thing I need to talk to you about, Alec," Dad said.

"Go on," Alec said.

"There is the drug matter. As a med school student, you know how dangerous they are," Dad said, giving Alec the look of death.

"Yes Sir. I understand that you are worried for your daughter, but this really isn't any of your business," Alec said.

This was going to get ugly.

"Excuse me Young Man! The hell it is my business!" Dad yelled.

"We are adults and are perfectly capable of making our own decisions," Alec said smoothly.

"I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT YOU!" Dad fumed.

Now I was hurt. My father was the most loving and caring person in the world, but for him to dislike the man of my dreams struck deep. I wanted us to be a family. I wanted Dad to walk me down the aisle to Alec. I feared that would never happen now.

"Dad, please go. I'll call you tomorrow," I said calmly.

He stared me down for a minute before stomping out of the house and slamming the door behind him. I felt bad for what Mom was going to have to deal with. I needed to call her.

"Ella, I'm sorry about what I said to your father," Alec said.

"It's fine. You're not the one I'm mad at. Can I have a moment alone please? I need to call Mom and warn her," I said.

"Of course. I'll be upstairs in the bedroom," he said before leaving the room.

I dialed Mom's number. She picked up on the second ring.

"Hey Sweetie? Did you fix things with Dad?" she asked.

"Yeah, but then he got into a fight with Alec," I said.

"A fight? Is Alec hurt?"

I laughed once. "Not a physical fight. Dad was talking to us about our . . . um, drug use and Alec said something about us being adults and Dad just lost it. He said that he didn't care about Alec. Which really hurts, because I love Alec and if Dad doesn't care about him then he's kind of saying that he doesn't care about me, you know? I mean, me and Alec are kind of a thing."

Mom laughed. "Yes, I do know that. You've been with that boy for over a year now. Your father does care about you, and Alec too. He knows how devastated you would be if something were ever to happen between the two of you. He knows how connected you two are. He feels like he's losing you. Dad was always the man in your life, but now you need a man of a different role. He feels like he's being . . . replaced, that's the word. I've tried to tell him that he will always have a special place in your life, but he just won't listen."

"Mom, I tried to kill myself today," I said out of the blue.

Silence. "What?"

"I didn't like being alone and I wasn't thinking clearly so I, cut my wrists. If Dad hadn't come . . ." I trailed off.

"I'm so sorry that you felt the need to do that, Sweetheart. Is there anything I can do?" she asked.

I remembered that Mom had attempted suicide when she was human. Actually both my parents did, Dad when he was first turned into a vampire. I realized why Dad was so upset, and why Mom's voice sounded as if she'd just been choked. They both thought the same thoughts that I had, and my experience reminded them of those thoughts. I had reignited a fire that burned in both their pasts.

"Mom, I . . . I gotta go. Bye," I said quickly and hung up.

What did they know? Suicide was ugly, a monster. It brings someone down to such a low point that they feel like they're nothing, and then they want to kill themselves. I had no intention of ever attempting again, but did fate intend otherwise? I needed to be positive that I wouldn't remove myself from this world. I needed to start over, I needed to be reborn.

I needed to be a vampire.

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