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Summary: When Edward leaves, Bella is pregnant and nobody is none the wiser. When Renesmee is born she is taken in by the Volturi as a precaution. Could the prophecy stated more than 1000 years ago actually be coming true. First in the trilogy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Phenomenon

Chapter Two

I've Got The Wand Now Where's My Wish?

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"Bella?! Bells! Calm down! Calm down!" Charlie's voice penetrated my dreams but I kept screaming, the nightmare still fresh in my mind.

I felt strong arms on my shoulder as I thrashed about wildly, I knew it was Charlie. He was trying to pin me down, he was a small man himself so it was no easy task. I kicked something off my legs and they felt colder. I came to the conclusion I'd kicked a blanket or something off.

I suddenly stopped thrashing, still refusing to open my eyes. My breathes came in heavy gasps. The last thing I remembered was I was in the car park, in the hospital. My eyes shot open and I shot upright, panting from fright. I hated hospitals,

I opened met by a small, unfamiliar square room, there was only Charlie here. It was probably a private room. The light flooding in the window from the blinds right next to my bed almost blinded me. I went to rub my eyes but found my hand was still being tugged down. Looking down I grimaced as I spotted the IV sticking out of a vein in my hand.

I shivered. "Needles," I whispered turning my head away, anything to stop looking at it.

Charlie came over and placed a hand on my forehead, wordlessly tossing the blanket he picked up off the floor back over me. "It's ok Bells. Your safe," He whispered soothingly.

Charlie took my hand that was free of needles in both his hands and sighed. I was taken aback, Charlie was never one for showing emotions, I wasn't even sure the last time he'd said 'I love you' to me. Whether he'd said it or not.

"What happened?" I questioned, my brain still foggy.

"Bells, you fainted. In the parking lot, you just went down like a sack of potatoes. The nurses ran out and took you inside. Your heart had to be restarted, you were anaemic. You hardly had any blood left in your body. The doctors didn't think you were going to pull through, they had to give you fourteen pints of blood Bells, fourteen. Then they found something else, it's well … " Charlie started to explain, then he stopped unsure of what to say next.

I was lost in a dreamland. How could I be anaemic? I'd cut my hand on a rose thorn today, that was it. Now I was nearly dying because I was running out of blood. What gives? I nodded to Charlie to tell him to go on, that I was still listening.

"Well, when they brought you in the doctors ran a lot of tests on you. Your stomach was starting to swell, it was really bloated. They done an ultrasound scan and in all honesty they weren't sure what they saw. In your stomach was a growth. At first they thought it was a baby. I knew it wasn't. Anyway, they finally realised it wasn't a baby because they couldn't see through whatever it was that was growing inside of you. Although once or twice they swore they heard two heartbeats, but I told them they were crazy. They think it's a growth, they're planning to remove it, they've booked you in." Charlie explained softly.

My eyes widened and I looked underneath the sheets at my stomach which was now bigger than it was when I was at the Black household. It was no longer swollen, it now had a rounded shape to it and was protruding out of my hospital nightdress a little. I shivered slightly, but not out of coldness. What was happening to me?

"When?" I croaked out, not sure why I was suddenly feeling a deep sense of regret if the surgeons did work on me.

"Three days time. They want to wait to see if they can get an insight into what it was. They're not sure Bells," Charlie whispered, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.

I nodded slowly, my head was still spinning though I was sure it was from just the mere sight of the hospital room. You would have thought after so many trips to the emergency room that the hospital would be almost homely to me, but it wasn't. It was far from it. Every time I thought of a hospital I instantly connected it with James. That maniac vampire who had tried to kill me, only to be killed by the Cullen's. I ended up in hospital, in a room much like this. Only, I had far less injuries this time round.

"Dad? Can we just go home?" I said weakly.

I watched as my father went through a range of emotions and it seemed like he was debating internally with himself over something. He looked back at m and I stuck out my bottom lip, trying my best to pout. "Ok Bells. Whatever you want. I'll tell the surgeon we'll be back in on the day of the operation and that your on bed rest until then. I know how much you don't like hospitals kiddo, otherwise there would be no way I'd be getting you discharged," With that Charlie left the room.

I sighed and snuggled deeper into the hospital bed, trying to find a comfy position. I eventually found this to be impossible. I sat back up and slapped my hands down on the bed angrily. I was tired, sleep didn't come easy to me. Not since the nightmares had started. I had often found myself fighting sleep to stay awake, I had done it for two reasons. The first one was that maybe Edward would come during the night, like he used to do. The second was because I was scared. I was scared of my nightmares, I was pathetic.

It was at that point Charlie came back into the room, loaded down by paperwork to which he was glaring daggers at. He tossed a pair of clothes onto my bed. "Come on kiddo. Let's go home," He grinned.

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As I emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet pan yet again, I felt like crying. This had been the second time I'd been sick this morning. I'd gotten home from the hospital yesterday and had spent the full day in my bed. I'd had no word from Jacob and was wondering if he'd listened to Sam.

I let out a sigh and raised my head, looking around the tiny little toilet. What was wrong with me? The doctors had ran some blood tests, several in fact but they'd all came back inconclusive. The doctors were as stumped as I was with my mysterious condition. I groaned as a fresh wave of sickness hit me, causing me to slump over the toilet and once again empty my stomach.

My stomach had only gotten bigger since leaving the hospital and I now looked about two months pregnant. I knew that was impossible, but that didn't stop anybody else from spreading rumours about me. Especially Lauren and Jessica, who seemingly lived to make my life a misery.

I slowly rose from my place next to the toilet, being careful not to move too fast in case it brought on a fresh wave. I stumbled over to the bathroom sink, managing once again to live up to my nickname of 'Klutz' as I somehow tripped over flat ground. Opening the mirrored cupboard above the sink I rummaged around for my toothbrush and toothpaste, determined to rid my mouth from the taste of sick.

"Shoot." I cursed as I knocked half the contents of the cupboard all over the bathroom floor.

Bending down to pick up the contents of the cupboard my hand skimmed over something and I froze. In slow motion I moved my head back to look at the box. Tampons. The label read loud and clear. My breathing hitched in my throat as I realised I was due my period two weeks ago. I was late. Late, or it just wasn't coming. I'd completely forgotten all about it, what with the drama about Edward leaving and all. I'd pushed it to the back of my mind, now I was regretting it.

No! I was just late. I told my brain stubbornly. I'd only had sex with one person and that one person was Edward and he wasn't able to have children. I should know, that was one of the main things Rosalie missed about being human - not being able to have children -.

It was impossible, wasn't it?

Then again, that would explain the symptoms.

Being sick every morning, or every time I ate something. Morning sickness. My period not coming. Another sure sign of pregnancy. Then there was the bloating, I looked about two months pregnant. That one stumped me. At most I would be two weeks pregnant, not two months. Then I realised in horror that was why I suddenly liked the taste of blood, I was having cravings,

I leapt up quickly, a little too quickly. I felt dizzy afterwards. Forgetting all about the spilled items on the floor I raced down the stairs, grabbing my keys for my truck and my jacket at the same time. I needed to be sure and there was only one way I could be, a pregnancy test.

"Bye Dad. I'm away out, be back soon!" I called in a rush as I scrambled out the door.

In a haste I dropped my keys and that took time off my journey as I had to scramble around for them. I leapt into the car, throwing the truck into reverse as I revved out of the driveway. I was sure I was speeding as I headed up toward Seattle. It was a long drive to Seattle but I couldn't risk buying one in Forks, it was a small town. News would travel fast. One word drifted in and out my brain during the long journey.

Impossible …

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I groaned in frustration as I drifted through the supermarket. This was my fifth time casually strolling down the pregnancy test isle. I don't think I could disguise this any longer as just being lost.

What one to buy?

There were far too many!

There was about twenty different home pregnancy test kits and it done nothing but confuse me. Weren't they all just made for the same purpose? To find out if you were pregnant or not.

As the shop assistant who had been watching me for the past five minutes, took a step toward me, I panicked. Blushing a light pink shade I grasped the nearest test and made a break for the checkout. Leaving a very bewildered shop assistant in my wake. I snuck a glance down at the test to find it's name was 'Clear Blue' Pregnancy test.

My blush only intensified as I handed over the money to pay for the test. I'd half expected the woman to narrow her eyes at me and scold me, then tell me she was going to tell my father. I guess I'd forgotten. Seattle wasn't like Forks. In Seattle, everybody didn't know everybody's parents. There was no privacy in Forks, it was a fact. Especially when your fathers the Chief of Police.

As the Check-in woman handed me the test in a paper bag she looked me straight in the eyes with a strange emotion. Was that pity? I felt the rage bubble up inside me. She was feeling sorry for me? I didn't need anybody feeling sorry for me. With a loud 'hmpff' I snatched the bag out of the woman's hands and stormed off to find the nearest café or something. I had to know, it would put my mind at rest. Of course, there was always the outcome that it could be positive. We'd cross that bridge if we came to it.

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I sat there staring at the screen on the pregnancy test. The small wand was clutched tightly in my left hand while I held my head with the other. It was there, in black and white. It flashed in clear letters 'Pregnant'. I pulled my mouth into a tight frown and a small tear rolled out of my eye, no matter how much I tried to stop it.

"NO!" I protested. "I can't be pregnant. It's just not possible!"

Then a contented smile spread across my face and I shook my head deranged. I knew what was going on! This was a faulty test! It was an old cheap test. I would just go back to a different shop and buy a new test. The top of the line test. I'd ask the shopkeeper this time, telling him it was for my mother. "Yes!" I whispered triumphantly.

I leapt up, throwing open the door so quickly it startled a poor older woman who later walked past me mumbled something about 'the young these days' and how they had 'no respect for the elderly.

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"Um - err - excuse me," I stammered, my nerves already getting the better of me.

The shop assistant who had been watching me so closely earlier turned toward me and hitched an eyebrow at my appearance. I'd realised I'd never even so much as ran a brush through my hair this morning, in my panic.

The shop assistant was an older woman, that I could tell. She tried to hide it though, by bleaching her greying hair bright blonde and wearing clothes woman half her age would be ashamed to wear. Her bright leg lipstick was smudged all over her teeth when she smiled falsely at me. The only indication that she was older was the lines around her eyes and the creases on her forehead. I looked down at the name plate pinned to her workers uniform. 'Anne Williamson,' It read.

"Yes?" She asked in a sickly sweet voice.

"C-could you help me? I-I was here earlier and bought a pregnancy t-" I stammered.

The woman, held up a hand to silently tell be to be quiet. I bit my lip, stopping myself from speaking. "So, you think your pregnant, do you?" She questioned. I saw her eyes travel down my body and linger on my swollen stomach longer than necessary . She mumbled something under her breath. I only caught a few of the words. ' Don't need .. Stomach .. Two months,'

I cleared my throat, signalling that I was still here and her eyes immediately snapped back to my face. "I don't think I'm pregnant, it's for my mother. I gave her the test, she said she needed another one," I lied on the spot, my words weren't spoke clearly. I never was a very good liar.

Anne looked at me sceptically, snorting before picking up a test off the shelf. "This is the top of the line test. It's 99% accurate, give it to your mother. Tell her congratulations." She said emphasising the fact that she knew it was not my mother who wanted the test. Was it that obvious?

I nodded repeatedly before turning and walking away, a bead of sweat dripping from my forehead. It couldn't be that hard to lie, right? As I placed the test on the checkout again, I froze. This test, the '99% accurate' test, was the same test I had bought the first time.

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It was true, all true. My shaky world, that had just begun to repair itself after Edward left me had just came crashing down on me again. I was pregnant. With Edward's baby. The letter's flashed bright and clear in the screen. 'Pregnant' That word sounded so much like a curse now.

At the moment, I didn't know what emotions were running through me. I didn't feel anything, I was unsure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Then as I looked at the little white wand again, a range of emotions hit me so hard I felt dizzy.

I cried out in anguish as the pregnancy test clattered loudly onto the tiled floor. I slipped onto the floor, curling my knees around my ever growing bump. Why me? I was pregnant with a child. Not only a child, but with a vampire child. "NO!" I screamed, my eyes wild.

As soon as one tear escapes from my eyes, they all come. They come in floods, rivers and I can't stop them. I just lay there sobbing my heart out. I wasn't crying because I didn't want a child, of course I wanted a child, maybe not right now, but that wasn't the point. The point was I'd have to look at a child every day and be reminded of what I lost. Be reminded that the one I loved was superior to me in every single way possible.

Then cold, hard fear gripped me. This baby would be half vampire, I was only human! This only brought on more tears, but this time I struggled to breathe. I was gasping for air as the sobs restricted me.

That's how Charlie found me. He came home from work and heard my sobbing. I heard his heavy, rushing footsteps as he took the stairs two at a time to get to me quicker. If I were in a better state I probably would have been touched at his worries for me. The door was locked, but he kicked it in. My eyes looked up to him as he entered and he took a step back.

I was on the floor, still in a ball with my arms wrapped round the middle. My eyes were puffy, red and swollen. They were also glassy and wet, I still had tears to cry. There was a small puddle of water where my tears had dripped from my face. Scattered around me were the various toiletries I had failed to pick up this morning. I realised a little too late that wasn't what Charlie was looking at, it was the white wand that was laying next to my head. It flashed in clear words. 'Pregnant'

Charlie's mouth fell open and he took a step backwards, bring a hand to touch his forehead. Then he done the thing I least expected, he swayed on the spot for a few moments before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and ;

He fainted!

I looked up and a whimper escaped my throat as I subdued my sobs for now. Pushing myself up I forced my self to swallow the bile rising up my throat, grimacing as I did so. I crawled toward my father, who was on his back in the hall. He was lucky, his head missed the edge of the small table by inches. He would have a banging headache when he woke up.

I had no medical experience, ironic considering the amount of time I'd spent in the emergency room.

The Cullen's, - I winced just thinking the name - were gone, so no Carlisle to help. There was no-one else I could turn to. Except … I picked up the phone and dialled the number. It rang a few times before somebody picked up.

"Hello."

"Billy! You've got to help me!" I pleaded, panicking.

"What is it Bella? Calm down!"

"It's Charlie. He's fainted!" I said in a rush.

"It's ok Bella. He should wake up soon, but just in case Jacob and I will be right over. Sight tight. Put a damp cloth on his head and a pillow under his head, he should be fine." Billy insisted.

I nodded, although Billy couldn't see it. I hung up the phone and stood up, although I knew I'd done it too fast. The very thought of my father in that condition subdued the sickness for now.

I felt an increasing sense of guilt that threatened to floor me as I placed the damp rag on my fathers forehead a few moments later. I caused this, not intentally of course. I never expected him to kick in the door and see the pregnancy test. Heck, if I had it my way Charlie wouldn't know about my pregnancy, period.

What would I do when the child was born and if it liked blood. Wait until it was sucking the life out of my father and then decide to tell him. 'Hey Charlie, I forgot to tell you, Edward and his family are a family of vampires, but don't worry, they don't drink human blood. That isn't the same about your child, it's too young to know the difference,' Yeah, that would go down real well.

The door was rapped loudly, jolting me from my musings, I leapt over Charlie's still unconscious body, taking the stairs two at a time at some points. Of course being me I did manage to fall a few times, but no lasting damage was done.

I threw open the door, not even pausing to register the bewildered looks on both Jake and Billy's faces. "Upstairs!" I called even though I was already half way up stairs myself. I heard heavy footsteps and a few moments later Jacob was beside me, his father in his arms since he couldn't get his wheelchair upstairs.

Charlie was beginning to stir now, the cold cloth must have been doing the trick. Billy, who was being held up under the armpits by his son looked from Charlie to me than back again. "How did he faint, Bella?" Billy questioned.

This was the question I had been dreading, for two reasons. The first was I'd grown up with Jacob and thought of Billy as more of an uncle than my father's best friend. They would be disappointed in me. Although, that wasn't the main reason. Jake was the one who told me about the Qulliette legends, he said Billy told him about them. Those legends turned out to be true, the Cullen's being vampires and all. So Billy obviously knew the Cullen's were vampires and it wasn't just a myth, so what would he say when I told him I was carrying one of the Cullen's children.

"I-I'm pregnant." I said slowly, unconsciously resting a hand on my now even larger bump.

Three things happened.

Billy, who already had an idea nodded slowly as if trying to comprehend it. Then he turned to me and scowled, "Stupid girl!" He hissed.

Jacob's face paled a few shades and he almost let his father fall out of his arms.

Charlie who had been regaining consciousness and thought what he'd saw earlier was a nightmare, fainted again.

"Charlie! Dad!" I cried, rushing to his side and nudging him gently.

"Forget it Bella. He's unconscious, Jacob will put him to his bed and then we're going to Sam's house. There are some things you need to know," Billy said softly.

Jacob made a sound of protest that sounded like a squeak. I watched him curiously as his grip tightened on his father as a warning. It was like he was trying to purposely hide something from me. I frowned, crossing my arms and hitching an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" I questioned slowly, my eyes darting from Charlie to the Blacks' then back again.

"Everything will be explained in due time, Bella. Now if you will Jacob." Gestured Billy toward Charlie. "Follow in your truck when your ready, Bella." His tone was frosty.

There was something in Billy's tone that I did not like and it gave me a deep sense of foreboading.

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A/N: The next chapter will be called, Explanations and Forced Goodbyes. I'm just telling you all this because I've already started writing it, hehe.

I was wondering if anybody knew the actual length Bella was pregnant for. For some reason I keep thinking it was three weeks, but I can't be sure. Can someone confirm this, or if not give me the correct length of time. Thanks guys.

I've decided this will be a trilogy.

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