Disclaimer: I want Edward in the worst way, but he is not my character, nor anything else in the following chapter. However, the ideas expressed in this chapter are original and I would like all of you to respect that. Thank you Stephanie Meyer, for your creative genius!

A/N: Thank you all of my wonderful reviewers! I've reached the inevitable point in the story, though I hope you all are surprised at my way of going about it. Enjoy, and R&R chapter 4!

I knew at once when my eyelids fluttered open that I was in Edward's room. I was gripped by the fire, it wasn't quiteas painful, but it was strong enough that it made me cry out. The fire was everywhere: my arms, my legs, my face.And then slowed, andeventually, stopped completely. I sighed with relief: There was no doubt about it, I was officially a vampire. Edward had given in. The trouble was, I didn't remember my victory. In fact, I had no idea what day it was. Edward practically broke the door down as he barreled to my side. "Bella… you're awake." He whispered gently as he stopped to my side on the couch. Speaking of the devil… He laid down beside me, his arm protectively over me. His hand was rubbing up and down my arm, when he stopped. I turned around to face him, finding his face clouded with confusion. "What?" I questioned suspiciously. "You're…you're warm," he said incredulously. This didn't seem out of the ordinary to me; I was always warm… At least compared to him. Then it hit me: He was a vampire and extremely cold when I touched him. In fact, they were all cold. Alice was cold, Esme, Carlisle, Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper! They were all vampires, and were glacially cold! What was wrong with me?

"And are you sure she's not just running a fever?" We were all situated in Carlisle's office; Esme was convinced I was fever-stricken. "No, she couldn't be. The strange thing is… it's almost as if she hadn't been changed at all." Edward said disjointedly. He had been staring into space for quite some time, occasionally answering questions, darting perplexed looks at me. Carlisle as well had been unusually quiet. "Perhaps…" he said, gazing at me thoughtfully, "I have a theory." He announced. "Perhaps because of her previous encounter with the venom, her blood shall forever run warm. Maybe, quite possibly, she could forever remain humanly warm. She might blush as she had before, feel warm when touched, and remain closer to human than any of us. From what I understand, she's done quite a bit of blushing as a human-." "EDWARD! YOU DIDN'T!" I shouted in extreme embarrassment. He merely shrugged and grinned wickedly. "Bella, don't be upset with Edward. It was a test, to see if you did in fact, still possess human warmth. And, considering the color of your cheeks, you do." I was furious. I stormed out, and down the hall to Edward's room.

I had gotten so worked up, I needed to throw something. I bolted over to his c.d. collection, only to be overcome with dizziness. I just barely caught myself on his c.d. shelf. Within seconds, 3 things happened. First, the shelf turned red, caught fire, and burnt every last c.d. on it. Second, Edward bolted into the room, smelling the smoke, and pulled me out of the room before I could blink. Third, as soon as I left the room, the fire stopped burning; conveniently at the 70's. Everything else was trashed. I walked back into the room with Edward, cautiously. Thankfully, the only thing damaged was his c.d. collection and his fancy stereo equipment (you know, all the stuff I was afraid to touch because I would most likely break it. Unbelievably ironic if you ask me; the one time I do touch it, it catches fire and pretty much dies.) The rest of his room was in perfect condition. "Bella…what did you do?" He asked me, struggling to form calm words.

"I…I…I don't know what happened. I got angry, wanted to throw something, touched the shelf because I got really dizzy, and WHOOSH! The whole thing went up in flames!" I managed. "Isabella… I don't know if this was intentional or not, but you burnt everything, every last great piece of music I owned, except my 70's collection." He said pointedly. I giggled nervously. "Well I-I-I…I planned to throw that. I didn't think you'd miss it. And I was right! You wouldn't!" I squeaked, a pitiful attempt at being nonchalant. He sighed in frustration. I hadn't realized up until that moment, I was crying. I probably wouldn't have if he hadn't swept me into his arms, whispering regretfully, "I'm sorry Bella. I'm not angry with you. I was just trying so hard to figure out how this was possible, and I got angry with myself." He kissed the tip of my nose, then carefully, my lips. "Forgive me?" How could I not? Not after he'd made me happy for the past year, granted the one wish I had of him. It would be ridiculous not to. "How could I say no to that face?" I said softly, kissing him with more force than I'd ever been able to muster before.

I opened my eyes after kissing Edward, to find Rosalie glaring at me as if I were kissing Emmett, not Edward. The hostility, the pure hate on her face, sent tears spilling down my face all over again. She shot out of the room in rage. I couldn't take it any more. I was tired of Rosalie always shooting me daggers, hating me for no reasonable reason. I let go of Edward, and ran out of the room, down the hall, to Emmett and Rosalie's room. I found Rosalie vainly admiring herself in the mirror. I spun her around and unleashed full force on her. "Rosalie! What is your problem! I haven't done anything to you! I've done NOTHING but try to be nice to you! Why do you hate me!" I took a deep breath, trying, and failing, to calm myself. She looked at me, shock written all over her face. "You want to know why I hate you Bella? You're graceless, beautiful, and from the way Edward talked about you, the most wonderful thing to walk this Earth. I got jealous because nobody has even said anything half as fabulous about me."

I was shocked into silence. Rosalie, the pure incarnation of beauty, was admitting that she was jealous of me. "Rosalie, I don't know if you notice the way Emmett looks at you, but I do. I've never seen anyone look at anyone else with such a pure need. Need for attention, to be wanted, to be loved. You are possibly the single most beautiful being I've ever met. And for you to be jealous of me, when all I heard about how beautiful Rosalie was, how Rosalie was meant for Edward, I can't believe it." I reached out to grab her hand, "Rosalie, do me a favor. Love Emmett, more than you love anything else, love him. He wants you because of who you are. I can't blame him. I really would like to be friends with you Rosalie, if you'd let me." Her eyes softened, and, unbelievably, she pulled me into a hug. "Bella…" she said quietly, "Yes?"

"Thank you."