I don't own Twilight.


I woke up to the soft piano musings of Ludwig Van Beethoven. Willow and Ainslie were both singing the tunes as they flew around the room in dance moves. I smiled at the sight of them; it was sweet how they had found love so easily. "Good morning," I greeted them both cheerfully.

"Good morning Bella," the love birds greeted me in unison.

We got ready for the day quickly. I dressed in a light pink sundress even though it was cloudy out here, ironic. I got the birds all cleaned up and fed breakfast then went out to my car. It took a bit of a drive to get to the pet store but once we were there it was worth it.

The large pet store was like a dream. There were so many different things to look at and the little birds on my shoulder were directing me towards the bird isle. We found a new bed for them easily, and also picked some treats, toys to play with (they were fascinated with the mirror), and an interesting 'Activity Center' that has these combined together. They were pleased with the purchases, and I was happy that they were happy.

We left the store after about four hours of talking to the other birds there and finished our shopping. We were almost all the way home when I sensed something was wrong, I couldn't tell what it was but the prickling on the back of my neck was telling me something was up. I looked over at the birds that were snuggling in the passenger seat, and looking at me curiously, obviously sensing my distress.

I didn't know if I should call someone but I got out my phone anyway and hooked it into the speaker for the car. I decided on calling my parents to make sure everything was alright there. They picked up on the second ring, "Hello dear," dad greeted me.

"Hey daddy, is everything alright over there"? Please oh please be alright, I begged in my mind.

"Yes dear, why would you think ill of something"? His tone was curious, and partly amused.

"I don't know, something just doesn't feel right, like something bad is happening right now. I can feel it, the little prickling on the back of my neck is telling me it's bad," I explained desperately. I had no idea what to do or how to handle this situation.

"Listen to me sweetheart; there are bad things that happen in the world every day. Not everything can be stopped or solved; it just has to happen sometimes," dad soothed.

"Your right, I know. Sorry for disrupting you daddy," I apologized.

"You are my daughter, you can call anytime," he chuckled.

"Alright well we have some things to do today so I am going to go," I told him.

"What are you doing dear"?

"We went to the pet store today and I bought Willow and Ainslie a few things," I explained.

"Alright, have fun today, you have school tomorrow," he chuckled.

"Bye daddy," I bid him goodbye.

"Goodbye dear," he told me. We hung up, and I continued driving even though something was telling me that another something is wrong and is happening right now.

When we arrived home we all went out to the backyard to start setting up the new bird activity center, it was too big for my bedroom, all the while the weird sensation not dissipating or lessening, if anything maybe even getting stronger.

I started dinner for Charlie and his guests at four thirty. Charlie said earlier today that he would be inviting some friends from the reservation here for dinner, and if I didn't want to cook then he would order pizza. I figured that the least I could do was cook a quick dinner for them, even if it was people from the 'other side' as dad put it. I chuckled to myself; everyone that is related to a wolf dad would call it the 'other side'. So I put together some enchiladas for dinner tonight, figuring it would keep them busy with television.

It was around five that I knew Charlie would be getting home soon, but I also heard something, something that I knew was confirming my suspicions all day long. A low cry could be heard in the forest as I watched the birds play together on the new activity center we had just purchased several hours earlier. I looked in the woods towards the cry, and noticing that something was entering my shield, the birds also noticing my new interest.

I had cast it out earlier for about two miles so I could tell if anyone was coming. I could tell that this was an animal, and by the way that it cried out, I could tell it was injured. I still wasn't in vision range of the animal so I lifted it above the air and floated it towards me.

The large Jaguar was lying on its side and looking scared and confused. I floated right down towards my feet, and stroked its fur, while looking for an injury. "What happened little guy"? I questioned him.

"I was running around playing in the forests when a man came out of nowhere and shot me," I gasped at his choked out words. He was breathing heavily but he seemed more relaxed under my soft touch.

I slowly turned the jaguar over and there on his stomach was a bullet wound. I have done this procedure many times so I wasn't stressed when I carried him inside with my shield and laid him down on the rug in the living room. I grabbed my medical bag from my room and rushed back down towards the animal. I also noticed that the birds have come inside to see what was happening with him.

"Can you tell me your name sweetie"? I needed to know before I gave him any sedatives.

"Caleb," he groaned in pain again.

"Alright Caleb, you are going to be fine. I need you to relax now though. I giving you a sedative while I do a small surgery alright," he halfway nodded his head.

Thanks to my more improved vision I was able to see better, but I still needed a little more light. "Willow, will you please turn on another light"? She flew over towards the light switch and flipped it on, while Ainslie watched me with captivated attention. The light helped a bit more, as I drugged Caleb, and proceeded with the surgery.

Halfway through the surgery I heard a gasp behind me. I turned and looked at Charlie and his two guests. Can someone please say awkward? I was too busy focusing I didn't even here him pull up, I decided to break the silence first. "Dinner will be done in about half an hour," I told him as I turned back to Caleb.

"Isabella what the hell is going on"? Charlie's voice thundered.

"Caleb got shot and came for my help. I don't have long before the sedative I gave him will wear off; I'll tell you better once the surgery is finished alright"? I questioned him in my best veterinarian voice.

Charlie sighed and walked over towards me, putting an apologetic hand on my shoulder. "Sorry Bella, I didn't mean to yell at you. Is he dangerous"? Charlie was obviously doing his best not to call the mental hospital on me.

"No dad he is not dangerous," I sighed. "Who are your friends"? I questioned the two men at the door. The older man was around Charlie's age, and the other looking a little younger than myself.

"This is Billy Black and his son Jacob Black," he introduced me.

"It is a pleasure to meet you both," I held out my hand but quickly took it back. I blushed as I looked down at my gloved hand that was covered in Caleb's blood. "Sorry, dad again dinner will be done in half an hour," I told him as I turned back to Caleb.

I finished up with him easily in twenty minutes and was just tying the stitches when I figured I would need a different pair of scissors to cut the string, my small pair of medical scissors would not do, I thought as I slowly stitched up the eighteen stitches needed. "Willow," I called out to her. Everybody in the living room turned to look at me strangely.

She flew in seconds later, I sighed in relief; I didn't want to make one of our guests get me scissors since I can't use my shield now. "What is it"? She asked curiously as she looked over my stitches that I was still working on.

"I need some scissors; there are some on my dresser upstairs. Can you get them for me please"? I pleaded with her.

"Fine," she huffed and flew upstairs.

A couple more seconds passed before she came down stairs holding onto the small pair of children scissors by her feet. "Thanks you're a lifesaver," I thanked her as she sat down next to Ainslie who barely blinked throughout the procedure. He gently wrapped his wing around her and she snuggled into his body.

"Finished," I announced as I cut the last stitch. I looked over at our guests and they were just gaping at me, even Charlie. Oh hell, I thought that we went through this already. He's probably contemplating putting me into a mental institution now.

"How did you know how to do that"? Jacob broke through the silence first.

"I've done this procedure many times before, not many changes," I explained with a shrug as I took off the latex gloves and went to the kitchen, and cleaned up the mess. The timer for dinner went off just as I was finishing cleaning up, perfect timing, I thought with a smile.


I spent three hours on this last nigth at like midnight so I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Happy Holidays everyone! :)