I don't own anything Twilight. Everything belongs to Stephenie Meyers. No copyright infringement intended. I'm just enjoying playing around with her creation.

Here is the chapter that I hope will redeem myself and make my readers happy again. Chapter 1 was necessary to reach this point. I am SO sorry to all the angry readers I never expected that result.

Previously: I sighed and whimpered softly as my head filled with images of Bella from the first time I saw her in biology all the way up to when she said 'yes' to my proposal, then I had started to have visions for the future. Her at the wedding, the honeymoon, her as a vampire, us hunting together, us together for the rest of eternity – however long that may be.

But now, there was no future, for either of us.


Chapter 3: Reawakening

I felt like I had been sleeping for a week. My body didn't want to respond to my wishes. My eyelids didn't want to open, my arms didn't want to move and my lips wouldn't part so I could speak. Every muscle in my body ached and I didn't know why.

The last thing I remembered was facing off against Victoria with Edward on top of a high cliff. Had I smelled blood and fainted? Had Edward and Seth win and I had passed out from exhaustion?

My eyes and mouth might not be working at the moment but my other senses were. I could smell the familiar fragrance of the Cullens home and I was relieved that things hadn't taken a turn for the worse. I was in a comfortable place resting on the comfortable white suede couch.

I started to think my hearing had been damaged while on the mountain. I could make out all the voices that were speaking from the other side of the room but the tone in which my love spoke was hollow and dead. Why did he sound so lifeless? What were they in a serious discussion about?

"What are we supposed to tell him?"

Tell who what? Why did Alice sound so worried?

"I don't think we could claim it as an animal attack since we were all supposed be out camping, there is no way an animal would attack with all of us around." Why was Emmett talking about an animal attack?

"Don't think we could tell him she was impaled by a stray branch could we?"

"Rosalie! That's morbid and cruel!" Esme shouted at my least favorite fan.

"No crueler than what that red-headed bitch did to her. I may not have agreed with her decision to become one of us but I didn't want her killed. Even I can see what a difference she's made in Edward."

Rosalie's words were almost kind. Wait! Were they talking about me? Why was she saying I was killed? I feel fine aside from the stiffness of my body. Why won't Edward speak up and correct her? I'm not dead…I'm just resting.

I finally heard something from Edward but it wasn't what I expected. He sighed heavily before he spoke in a dead and flat manner. "Tell him whatever you want, after the funeral I'll be going to Italy."

"Edward, you can't be serious. You can't do that, you know she wouldn't want you to follow her." Esme's voice was pleading and it was heartbreaking.

Italy! Why in the world would he ever return to that macabre place again?

"I know Esme, but I no longer have my shining star, what reason do I have to go on living an endless life in darkness? You know that our kind is as good as dead once our mates are destroyed. My mate has been taken from me, I've accomplished my revenge, and the last thing to do is join Bella in death."

Edward was serious – I could hear it in his voice. Everyone thought I was dead…why? What had happened with Victoria to warrant Edward contemplating suicide?

We really were like Romeo and Juliet, star-crossed lovers. But why does Juliet have to die and her Romeo follow after her? I guess if the roles were reversed and Edward was the one to perish, I would follow him as well.

However, for Edward to consider ending his own life was too much for me to handle. I have no idea where my spurt of energy come from but it was massive. My right arm hung limply off the cushion of the couch and I somehow managed to get my hand to feel around for something to throw at Edward. My fingers trailed across something smooth, cold and metal and I immediately clamped on tightly.

In the next instant, I was sitting up, my eyes locked onto the back of the messy bronze locks and I threw the metal object with all my strength at the back of his head. The metal bowl hit at full speed with a loud clanking thud and red tinged water splashed all over him.

"Don't. You. Dare. Kill. Yourself." I shouted at Edward as soon as the bowl connected with his head.

Every head in the room snapped around in my direction. Eight sets of wide eyes peered at me, seven sets of golden and one set of dark brown. All of the Cullens and Jacob were in a very serious discussion until I had interrupted them and the room feel deathly silent.

The way they were staring at me made me feel like I had two heads or that my hair was dyed neon pink. "What?"

Edward lunged over the couch at me in a flash and instantly lifted the front of my shirt then looked straight at my chest. I immediately felt my face heat up and I reached for my blouse in an attempt to push it back down.

"Edward, what are you doing? We can't, not in front of everyone! Please, wait for the wedding," my glare was equal parts humor and seriousness.

The look on Edward's face was priceless. He was shocked, bewildered, astonished, confused but most of all relieved. I looked at him curiously, wondering if I had missed something. After nearly thirty seconds, Edward's fingers finally slowly released my shirt and I shoved it back down in place.

"There's no hole..." Edward's voice was quiet and dumbfounded.

Carlisle took a step closer and I glared at him, successfully halting his steps, I didn't want anyone else looking at my chest. "What do you mean there's no hole?"

"I mean there is no wound, she's alright," his tone was more confident and assertive as he gazed up at Carlisle. He then directed his eyes to my questioning face. "You're supposed to be dead, Bella. I saw…you die...your heart stopped."

I scanned my body for any deformities or injuries, none. "Do I look dead?" I asked him almost sarcastically.

He smirked at my question. "No, you don't. Thank goodness," finally he wrapped me in his arms and held me tightly.

His hug was stronger than it normally was and it felt comforting, I'm sure he was scared that I wasn't real and he didn't want to let go. I heard him inhale deeply at my neck and my breathing became erratic. I was still in a daze when Edward pulled back and looked at me oddly.

"Hmmm?" I hummed my question since I was still dazzled from his firm and loving embrace.

"Bella, you smell funny..." he sniffed again.

His words took a moment to sink in and when they did I felt the irritation come alive. He had just ruined a superb moment by saying I smelled funny! I pulled myself fully out of his embrace then placed my palms against his chest and shoved, sending him sliding backwards several feet.

"Of course I would smell funny. I just spent the night in the woods cuddled up against a werewolf for heat and I went through a fight with two crazed vampires. How did you expect me to smell, like roses and sunshine?" I yelled and glared ice shards at him as he crawled his way back over to my side, kneeling on the floor as he tried to grab my hands.

He shook his head violently as I shouted angrily. "That's not what I meant, I..." he paused in his explanation when he looked up at my face. "Bella, your eyes...they just turned red!"

"WHAT?" There is no possible way my eyes could be red unless I was a vampire.

I sprang from the couch and ran for the mirror above the fireplace. I gazed at my reflection and watched as the crimson gradually faded into my normal rich coffee brown. I then noticed my skin-tone was a shade paler than my ordinary as well, I very nearly matched the Cullens now – the only difference was my eye color.

I spun around to face all the eyes that were watching me. I felt the confusion building up and I saw Jasper wince – having felt my mixed up emotions. "I'm not a vampire am I?"

"No love, you're not," Edward walked slowly toward me with one arm stretched out to me, offering his hand like it was a peace contribution.

I could feel the many tears threatening to spill over. "So what am I? You said I was dead. So what, I'm a zombie now? And why are my eyes and complexion different?"

Edward finally reached me and pulled me into his arms lovingly. "Don't forget the fact that your scent is different." I tried to pull out of his arms at his statement, which caused him to hold me tighter. "I mean your blood no longer calls to me, it's different somehow."

"Plus she seems stronger than before. She did shove you away Edward," stated Emmett and I realized he was right.

Everything that was different screamed vampire but I could feel my heart beating and the blood that rushed to my face, telltale signs that I was still definitely human, sort of.

I buried my face into Edward's chest and clung to his shirt as if my life depended on him. "What in the world am I? I'm not vampire and there is no way I can be human if I revived from the dead." I felt the tears finally break free and start to saturate Edward's shirt.

I felt Edward place his face against the top of my head and his arms tightened around me. "We'll figure it out."

"Guys?"

We all looked over to Alice who was watching me but her voice and expression was panicked and worried. "There is another problem concerning Bella...I can't see her at all, she is literally invisible. I saw Edward embracing someone but the person was like the invisible man, not there."

"What in the world can that mean?" Jacob asked sharply.

"I'm not sure. I've never encountered this before." I kept my eyes on Edward as he answered Jake. His eyes were distressing, that he didn't have the answer for us right now.

"That's just great! Something else that's wrong with me. What else could there be?" I tilted my head back and rolled my eyes.

"Wonder if your klutziness falls in that category as well? OUCH!" Emmett added in and Rosalie smacked him in the back of the head instantly.

"Well in all honesty, I think for us to figure out what happened with Bella and what changes she's going through, we need to run some tests." Carlisle suggested almost too eagerly.

"Hooray, I get to become a pin cushion now." I clung to Edward tightly and tried to look scared and his chest vibrated slightly.

"Good to see these bizarre events haven't lessened your sense of humor any." Edward kissed the crown of my head and chuckled when I scoffed at him.

Esme walked over and grasped one of my hands then held it lovingly in hers. "Bella, we'll all be here for you, you have nothing to fear. You know Carlisle is a fabulous doctor, he'll be professional about this, won't you, dear." She attempted to soothe me then turned a firm eye to her husband and he nodded quickly.

I chuckled a little and shook my head. "It's not the doctor I have a problem with, it's the needles."

Esme's eyes widened in surprise and everyone else present burst into laughter. Emmett was the first to voice what everyone was laughing about.

"She spends the day with vampires and werewolves, no problem. Needles, hell no, keep them away!" Emmett snickered.

"Just ignore him, everyone else does." Edward stroked my hair then cupped my cheeks in his tender palms as he looked deeply into my now brown eyes. Wait, his hands never felt tender before, soft yes, but not tender. "Will you please get some test ran so you can ease your troubled heart and mind?"

Whenever he looked at me in the manner he currently was and used that pleading and velvety voice, I would agree to anything.

"Alright, but you have to be with me through everything, even the blood tests." I stared up into his honey eyes sternly. If he wanted me to get test ran, than he could be there even through the blood draws and deal with it, maybe he could even help diagnose me.

He smirked and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Of course I'll be with you love."

"Good. Okay doc, let's get my condition figured out." Carlisle nodded and led us to his study.

With seven vampires, several werewolves and a 'human' we should be able to figure out what was going on with my body. As of right now, my changes are as follows:

- Resurrection

- Eyes changed color to red

- Paler skin

- Invisible to visions

- Stronger than before

- Smells different


Chapter End Notes:

Did anyone see this coming? So, does anyone have an idea as to what is wrong with Bella?

Am I forgiven? *hides behind desk*


Preview of Chapter 4: What Is With My Angel?

"...so it's true than."

Crap, Bella had said something and I was too preoccupied by the flimsy blue fabric to notice. "I'm sorry, what were you saying, my mind was elsewhere."

Bella's now brown eyes shot up to look at me. A mixture of sadness and annoyance with a dash of worry reflected in them. "I had said, you probably don't want to marry me anymore since I'm a freak. And you didn't answer so I guess it's true."