Author's Note-I know I'm kind of rushing everything, but I really want some things to happen and I hate stretching it out. Hopefully, I'm not going too fast for your liking. Tell me if I am!

The last "mystery" thing that Bella threw into Anthony's crib last chapter is the dolls. I might be a bit confusing, but the dolls are important.

Anthony's birthday is on July 16. The chapter takes place in October. So he's been 5 for three months.

Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Twilight.

Changing

Five Years Later

Five-year-old Anthony bounded down the stairs, his bronze hair tousled, his emerald eyes shining. He was the mirror image of his father—as a human. In his arms were two dolls that he never went anywhere with. They were a golden lion hugging a white lamb, sewn together. (A/N-My profile picture) They were given to him by his parents.

"Anthony!" Renee called, trying not to startle the little boy. Too late, he jumped in surprise. He tripped on the third last step and went sprawling onto the carpet.

Unfortunately, he'd inherited some traits from his mother.

Picking himself up and dusting off his jeans, Anthony asked, "Yes, Grandma Renee?"

"It's time for school."

Anthony ran into the kitchen and gulped down his cereal, grabbed his backpack, and ran to the car. Renee smiled fondly and followed, with a hint of sadness in her eyes. Her grandson was cute, but why did her daughter have to run off and go marry Edward Cullen at such a young age? Why hadn't Bella called her own mother? What if the marriage had fallen apart?

Phil backed out of the driveway and drove to Jacksonville Elementary. (A/N-I made that up because I know nothing about schools in Florida.) Anthony's kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Williams, came out and led her student inside. Anthony liked school, and he hated it.

During math, he sat alone, adding crayons and subtracting grapes. No one came to talk to him, same as always.

During story time, he sat in his own little corner on the rainbow rug. Mrs. Williams started to read, "Once upon a time, there lived a very fierce dragon…" Ugh! Dragon stories. Anthony hated stories about dragons and princes and heroes. He liked books about vampires and monsters.

Anthony drifted into his own thoughts.

The faint memory of a pair of soft, warm arms cradling him invaded his memory. There was soft brown hair and the warmest brown eyes. His mother. It came with the smell of strawberries, lavender, and freesia. Then, it was gone, replaced by something else.

This time, in his fuzzy memory, the arms were hard and cold. The person had disheveled bronze hair and bright gold eyes. His father. The scent was hard to describe, mouthwatering and delicious. Maybe…

"…and the rich king lived happily ever after. Okay, class, now it's free time. Remember, no bullying and no making fun of others. Now, have fun!" The teacher went to her desk and the class went wild.

Anthony went to the book section and found his favorite book, Dracula. He loved to read and was very smart; he could read like a fourth grader. (A/N-Courtesy of Edward, of course.) Everyone was impressed with his skills, but he had no friends.

"Why do you always read Dracula, Vampire Boy?" Mike, a mean blond-haired blue-eyed boy asked. He called Anthony "Vampire Boy" since Anthony liked to read about vampires and even had a scar like a vampire bite on his neck.

"I like it," Anthony quietly replied, trying to avoid a fight. Mike and his friends Tyler and Eric just laughed and called him a nerd. They provoked him, taunting and teasing.

"Hey, gimme your gold necklace. You shouldn't have it since your family is so poor. You probably stole it from a rich person. You're a thief." Mike taunted, and made a grab for Anthony's locket.

This was too much for Anthony. The locket was special, solid gold with diamonds on the perimeter and a ruby in the center. But that was not why it was important. Inside was his parents' wedding picture and engraved on the back were the words Edward & Bella.

He stood up with anger flashing in his bright green eyes. Suddenly, his eyes went from emerald to blood-red, like a pair of rubies. Tyler and Eric stepped back in fright, but Mike was not scared so easily. "You're just a little baby who steals stuff and can't even push someone hard enough to make them fall. You're so clumsy you fall all the time!"

Anthony's fingers, trembling in rage, snapped the book he was holding in half. The hardcover splintered like a twig under a sneaker. Mike shoved him hard, but he didn't budge. He pushed Mike, and the blond boy flew ten feet away into someone's wooden block castle.

In the mirror by the sink, Anthony caught a sight of himself. He looked livid. His once sweet green eyes were the most horrifying shade of scarlet. His skin had paled even more, and there were dark purple bruises under his eyes that were not there before. His movements had been graceful, but everyone knew he was a klutz. What had happened?

(A/N-If you don't understand, here's what happened. Anthony's very protective of his parents and he got very mad. When he got mad, he turned partially into a vampire. His eyes are red because he never tasted animal blood before, and he still has his human blood in him.)

Luckily, Mrs. Williams had not noticed Anthony. In her haste to see if Mike was alright, she forgot to find out who pushed him. Thank goodness.

Once Anthony had cooled down, he realized that he was once again a clumsy klutz. Happiness shot through him—wait, what was he happy? All his life, he had detested his klutziness, and now he was happy? Was the horrifying change that unwelcome?

For a strange reason, when he was mad before, he had felt closer to his parents than before. It was like an internal tug telling him that the change would take him to Bella and Edward.

Renee and Phil picked Anthony up and began the long drive back home. In the mirror, Anthony carefully checked his face for anything strange. Nothing. His eyes were dazzling emerald, his skin no longer as pale as during his furious state, and the bags under his eyes were gone.

Renee put Debussy—Clair de Lune into the CD player and soothing music began to play. "Debussy was one of your parents' strongest interests. They both loved it and it was one of the best things they had in common," Renee announced out of nowhere.

Anthony was surprised at this information.

Meanwhile, in a blue van…

"Marcie, would you make that baby shut up? I'm trying to drive!" the angry man bellowed. His wife tried in vain to hush her daughter.

"Derrick, she's carsick," Marcie explained.

"If she doesn't shut up, then I'll crash into—" Derrick began, but was interrupted by a loud wail from his baby girl.

"WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The baby's wailing filled the van and Derrick drove over a red light.

Back to Anthony…

Anthony ignored the conversation going on in the car. He watched as the road passed under the wheels and the long stretches of sand flashed by outside the window. Phil stopped at a red light and turned to speak to his step-grandson.

"Anthony, I know you want your parents right now, but we can't find them. Grandma Renee and I have looked everywhere and we haven't found them yet. Your mother and father don't want to be found. I'm sorry. We've looked for five years already," Phil said. Renee nodded sadly.

Anthony's heart sank. As soon as he had learned the meaning of words, (and that was quite early since he was the son of Mr. Perfect a.k.a. Edward Cullen) he made Grandma Renee and Grandpa Phil promises to always look for his parents. Now, they were telling him that they had already given up and he should give up too.

The light turned green and Phil turned back around to begin driving again. Suddenly, Anthony saw an out-of-control blue van drove past a red light nd slammed into the side of the car. Then everything went black.

Anthony awoke to an annoying beeping sound. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

He cracked open one eye, saw only white, then opened the other. He was in a white room, lying on a very uncomfortable, hard bed. A nurse came in, appraised him with one eye, then left. Another nurse came in and began arranging the things on his bedside table.

Anthony saw the empty beds beside him. "Where are Grandma Renee and Grandpa Phil?" he asked, confusion laced in his innocent voice. The nurse turned to him with a sad face.

"They are asleep and in a coma. But you're five, you don't know what a coma is—"

"I know what a coma is," he interrupted. The nurse looked astonished, but tried to hide it.

"They won't wake up for a long time. Where are your parents?"

He answered mournfully, "Gone. I never knew them."

"Oh, I'm sorry." She did sound sorry. Then, she left the room.

A pale, blond doctor walked into the room. "Hello, I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen and I'm your doctor."

Anthony looked surprised. "My name is Anthony Cullen. And where am I going to stay while Grandma Renee and Grandpa Phil are in comas?"

"Cullen is a popular last name." Carlisle tried to hide his mistake. "Your Grandpa Charlie would love to take care of you, but he is currently recovering from cancer and cannot. So, you are going to a foster home for the time being."

Anthony gulped. This was not good. Welcome to your new life, he thought.