Disclaimer: I do not own twilight, unfortunately... or any of the characters. But at least we have the wonderful world of Fanfiction where we can mess with our beloved characters and the world of Twilight.

Author note: I'm honestly surprised by the response 'Blue Moon' has received and to be honest, it's boosted my confidence with this story. A part of me feared that Twilight was a dead story on Fanfiction, maybe I was just over thinking and that each possible story had been done. Bella as a vampire has been done countless times, so my story isn't so fresh but I hope that with a few tweaks and changes that it will feel different. Newer. That's why Jasper is the one to bite her, not Edward; I felt that with his not so strong resistance it would be believable. Also, Alice's visions are subjective, so it works. Bella will be slightly different in this story, but also the same. She made the choice to continue her visits to Charlie, but she didn't prepare for her change and it came out of the blue. Bella is also fifteen, nearly sixteen, which works with my time frame for this story. I'm not going to give anymore away, but any questions or criticism you have is more than welcome. I'm just overjoyed that so many have liked this and I'll try to update once a week, if possible.

With that, on with the story...

Holy Crow.

I could see everything. It was like a blindfold had been over my eyes my entire life and someone had finally lifted it. The brilliant light overhead was blindingly bright, and yet I could plainly see the glowing strands of the filaments inside the blub. I could see each colour of the rainbow in the white light, and at the very edge of the spectrum, an eighth I failed to name.

They were so vibrant, so full of life. Sharp. Defined.

Behind the light, I could distinguish the individual grains in the dark wood ceiling above. In front of it, I could see the dust motes in the air, the sides the light touched, and the dark sides; distinctive and separate all at once. They swirled and danced like small overlooked planets, moving around each other with a will of their own.

Slowly I breathed and the air whistled unneeded up my nose, swirling the motes into a vortex. The action felt wrong, I considered, and realised the problem instantly. There was no relief to the movement; my lungs weren't waiting for the influx of air. I didn't need it, but I found I liked it. In it, I could smell the room around me - taste the lovely dust motes in the air, the mix of stagnant air mingling with the flow of slightly cooler air from the door. Taste a lush whiff of silk. Taste a hint of something that was warm and desirable, something that should be moist but wasn't... it made my throat burn, faintly compared to the fire though the scent was tainted by the bite of chlorine and ammonia. I could taste an almost-honey-lilac-and-sun flavoured scent that was the strongest of all, the closest thing to me.

I heard the sound of others, breathing again now that I did. I counted four separate intakes of air, two by the door, lighter than the two that was closer to me. Their breaths mixed in with the scent that was something just off honey and lilac and sunshine, bringing new flavours. Flavours that I thought I knew but when I tried putting them with the names, they didn't feel right. The cinnamon was more than cinnamon and so was the lavender and the freesia and the honey. A million different scents that was a thousands times better than I remembered. Just like seeing, it was like I was breathing for the first time. I found that I liked one smell in particular, a mix of lilac and honey and sun. They said I wouldn't be able to go in it without sparkling, but at least I could smell it. I smiled, allowing myself to enjoy it for only a second.

I didn't realise someone was holding my hand until whoever it was squeezed it lightly. Instantly, my body froze, before reacting instinctively. This was not a touch I expected. The skin was perfectly smooth, but it was the wrong temperature. Hadn't they felt cold to me before, when the fire had raged it's war on my body?

Air hissed up my throat, spitting through my clenched teeth with a low menacing sound like a storm of bees. Before the sound even left me, my muscles bunched and arched, twisting away from the unknown. I flipped off my back in a spin so fast it should have turned the room into an incomprehensible blur - but it did not. I saw every dust mote, every splitter in the wood-paneled walls, every loose thread in microscopic detail as my eyes whirled past them. I pressed my back to a wall, crouched, lips curled defensively as I took in the room properly.

I realised now that I had overreacted. That the danger was all in my head, that it had been my angel holding my hand, as he had been during the blaze.

I looked towards him and blinked. He stood two steps away, a hand half outstretched towards me. There was no words for how handsome he was. I needed better words, I thought with dismay. I found myself drawn to his eyes, I remembered those easily. The golden tone, the way they looked during the fire, how they calmed me. His eyes calmed me now, as I forced myself out of my feral position.

Some of his family stood behind him, staring, two by the door, the kind motherly one and Alice, and the doctor, Carlisle. Once again I was reminded of a human-sized pixie, with all the happiness and excitement they possessed. Alice had a big smile and was almost jumping up and down with excitement despite my reaction, until the lady besides her placed a hand on her shoulder causing her to stop. The movie star doctor was even closer but not as close as my angel. He wore a cautious expression, like the kind you saw on the face of someone who wanted to keep a rabid dog under control. Emmett, the one who saved me, was missing as was Jasper.

They were so different but at the same time, the same. Each of them were chalky pale, deathly so, and they were all inhumanly beautiful with perfect features but each had the same golden colouring in their eyes.

Half a second past while I looked at them all. The one thing that hadn't changed was the slowness of time. I was acutely aware of the ticking clock on the floor below, the sound of the late night news, the sound of someone shifting their weight from one foot to the other and further out, the sound of a car radio and it's engine. I looked in the direction of it - towards the glass window that was darkened by the black sky and even blacker forest. It was possibly miles out on the highway. They said my hearing would strengthen but still, that would take some getting use too.

I felt my muscles lock down as I saw the reflection in the window. It seemed completely normal to freeze, as if I were a statue, just as it seemed normal to not breath. For a second, I was living marble.

Who was that? She looked familiar, but different at the same time. Her hair was brown, so many different shades but brown none the less. It was long, as she had grown it out over the summer. And her features were almost the same but resembling the others in the room. Perfect. Angular. Beautiful. But there was my nose, my uneven lips and I could see the shape of my eyes, the same ones on my father's face. Only the features had been heightened, perfected, leaving no flaws. I saw what my angel meant, my eyes were not brown but bright, like the gentle lady said. A bright terrifying red. I looked down, and saw that someone had changed me, I was now wearing unfamiliar clothes that were far to expensive to belong in my wardrobe and frowned.

Who had changed me? That must have slipped past me, I only had the memory of Alice mentioning clothes.

"Isabella?" My head snapped towards the doctor and I heard his voice with new ears - even at the end of the fire, he hadn't sounded so clear. It was surreal. He had taken a tentative step forward but my angel held him back with a raised arm. I was glad for it, I was already beginning to feel crowded. How did he know my name? Was Charlie here? Only he called me Isabella, usually behind my back as I was always correcting his friends. "My name is Carlisle Cullen, my wife Esme, my son and daughter, Edward and Alice, you will meet the others soon. How are you feeling?"

"It's Bella -" the sound of my voice sent a jolt through me, distracting me from the doctors question. My voice was as clear as his, but bell-like. I sounded inhuman - was that my voice or was my ears playing tricks on me? I turned towards the Greek God beside me, panicked. "You didn't mention I'd sound different." My tone was accusing.

"I'm sure it slipped his mind," Alice offered gently before Edward, my angel, could open his mouth. "Are you well?"

I thought about that for a spilt second. Was I? Sure, I was confused - befuddled. My memories were vague, hard to wade through because of the cloudiness in them. It was like wearing goggles in muddy water, where you can hardly see through the dirt. Yet I clearly remembered what happened to me, the monster, and then Edwards stories which helped me deal with the burning. I remembered the bear, Emmett, stopping him and the way the fire knitted my bones back together. I remembered that I was suppose to be like them now; a vampire, an undead being. So far, all the evidence supported that theory. My looks, my voice, the way my body worked all pointed in that direction. But physically, I was well. The fire was gone, all except the ball of flames in my throat. The fire there was dry, more of an annoyance than pain, making me want to scratch at it. I could feel my body - something I couldn't do during the inferno. I felt like you would at the end of a cold, when the sense of smell returns and you can finally breathe. The appreciation of such a small thing.

"I'm fine - overwhelmed, I think... how is Jasper?" I asked testing the air. Would she be angry that I asked that? I remembered that she had been worried about him. "He's not angry with me?"

Loud snorts of laughter could be heard from downstairs, a manly laugh and I wondered if that was Emmett. Alice looked unsurprised by my question, unlike the three others in the room. Edwards face twisted in confusion, as if my question had confused them. - I remembered that she could see the future. Had she seen me ask that?

"Angry with you? It's you who should be angry." My angel said almost outraged. He stepped closer and I fought the desire to touch him despite his anger. Would the electricity still be there? Or was the fire just playing tricks on me? He was so close that all I could smell was him. The honey-lilac-and-sun scent poured off him and clouded my head. "He bit you."

I flinched as Alice gave a warning hiss, her upper lip curling slightly at him. The memory of Jaspers sharp teeth cutting in my weak flesh coming to the front of my mind. My wrist, which had been bitten, had a crescent shaped scar. It was ugly, and I wondered what the bite on my neck looked like. Was it just as ugly? Or worse? I couldn't imagine it being better.

"Now isn't the time to discuss such things, you two." Carlisle said in a calming tone, trying to stop the fight before it started. "I'm sure this is all very confusing for Bella without adding more on top. I'm sure she is quite thirsty."

Now that he mentioned it, my throat burst with new heat - drier than before, the itch worsening beyond belief, even my mouth dried up as if I hadn't drank anything in months. I swallowed, trying to rid my throat of the fire. It didn't work.

"The fire." I muttered, clutching my throat. "Will it go?"

"Once you've hunted." Edward said gently. Hunted? As in, kill something? The thought alone was terrifying. "We drink the blood of animals, do you remember?" I nodded and the corner of his perfect lips turned upwards into a smile. "It's up to you what lifestyle you pick-"

"No, I want to give your way a try." I cut him off, the thought of harming someone like I'd been hurt was the last thing I wanted to do. Plus, their way was the right way; I didn't want to harm anyone. Or inflict that fire onto some unsuspecting person. "It's the right thing to do, isn't it?"

Carlisle smiled. While it wasn't as perfect as my angels, it would've been enough to knock my breath away if I'd had to breathe.

"If only it were so easy. But it's a noble choice. We'll help you all we can."

"We should hunt now, Bella, it'll make your throat hurt less." Edward held his hand out, this time for me to take it and smiled a perfect crooked smile that dazed me. How could someone be so inhumanly beautiful?

"Alright, then." I said taking a step away from the wall. It was harder than I thought it would be. At the back of my mind I worried that I would be attacked; I was acutely aware of each movement of his family.

My hand fitted his almost perfectly. Whereas before, when I burned, his hand was so cold, we were the same temperature now and our skin was the same deathly whiteness. Yet the electricity was there, almost like static without the pain. What was that? I looked into his golden eyes only briefly and saw the same question in them.

"We'll go out the window, it's easier that way." I sucked in a breath, for a second frozen with fear. Out the window? Was he insane? I couldn't and wouldn't do that. I looked towards the door, blocked by his family and wondered how it was easier. Just walking was dangerous for me, even on a flat surface with no obstacles. I always found something to trip over, I spent more time in hospitals than most people did their whole lives.

The window which was more of a mirror with the darkness outside told me what I feared, we were high up; at least three floors and I considered my chances of survival. It looked slim at the very least. How could they expect me to hunt after throwing myself out off a window? How exactly would we hunt? Was it even hunting season? I didn't think so but then I never kept track - before the thought of killing something had never crossed my mind. But then neither had vampires.

He seemed to sense my fear or at least see it. I was sure it was written all over my face. "You won't get hurt, trust me."

His golden eyes seemed to smoulder, and dazed, I let him pull me along. No time at all seemed to pass before I stood facing the open window, staring down at the dark garden with clear eyes. I realised no one else had moved, not Carlisle or Esme or Alice. Not even the person on the floor below.

"Aren't they coming, too?" I asked, unsure, glancing back at his perfect family.

"Your first hunt will go easier if you can't feel so many of us following. Instinct will kick in." Edward explained. "Jasper and Rosalie are in the woods already, Emmett plans to follow after we leave; though Alice says you'll be fine."

"She will." Alice grumbled, her happy aura disappearing slightly. "I'm wounded that you think I'm wrong. I'm never wrong."

He gave her a long look, to which she glared back. Something told me they were communicating silently, but before I could question them, Edward turned back to me.

"Are you ready?" I gulped as I looked down again, I could see every strand of grass below, the sharp corners of the rocks - they looked sharper than I imagine them to be. I'd never really been afraid of heights per se, but being able to see all the details with such clarity made the prospect less appealing than it already was. Edward squeezed my hand like he did when I opened my eyes. "It's the most convenient exit, the least distracting. If your frightened, I can carry you."

I heard a snort of laughter from below and scowled. Was he laughing at me? I gritted my teeth and shook my head, determination overthrowing my fear.

"No, just show me how to do it." My sing-song voice was agitated and I dropped his hand as if he'd stung me. His perfect face changed slightly, his smile dropping slightly and his golden eyes growing frustrated before he nodded. Did I do something to upset him?

He moved gracefully, more so than I could ever hope for, and stepped out into the open air as casually as if the air would hold him up and dropped. For a brief second, I was reminded of the cartoon show with the Coyote and the roadrunner, where the plan always backfired and the Coyote always lost.

I watched carefully, analysing the angle at which he bent his knees to absorb the impact. The sound of his landing was very low, a muted thud that could have been a door softly closed, or a book being gently laid on a table.

It didn't look that hard.

Teeth clenched, I closed my eyes as it replayed with perfect recall in my head. Each detail as perfect as if he'd done it a thousand times. I held my breath as I stepped out into the open air and fell, the air rushing past me as the ground seemed eager to meet my feet. I landed easily, as if I had taken a simple step on a flat surface, the balls of my feet taking the impact. My landing had been just as quiet as his, almost like I'd been doing it my whole life.

I opened my eyes and breathed, tasting the difference in the air immediately. I smiled as I looked at my bronze haired angel. Ha! I did it and without breaking a bone. My fears seemed silly now.

He smiled, seemingly in shock.

"That was unusually graceful, even for a vampire." He said with a surprised tone. It was the first time anyone had said that to me. I was not graceful and it took me a second to realise he was being truthful. He couldn't know that I was clumsy. I'd never met him before.. when I'd been normal. But now I was like them, it was still surreal to think that; almost to hard to believe. Yet I beamed at him, despite all the oddness of the situation.

"Thank you."

Next chapter will be up soon, next Sunday, I hope and it'll be Bella's first hunt, which I'm looking forward to the most. I hope you all enjoy this chappie as much as I enjoyed writing it and I thank each of you for giving this the time it takes to read. I love each and every one of you 😊