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

Previously: "Hey Bella," sang the pixie that came dancing into the room. "We're going to have company tomorrow. Guess who?" Bella stared at her blankly. "I'll give you a hint. Tomorrow goes totally blank."

Well that narrowed it down and since only a few would even think about visiting here that narrowed the possibilities even further. I looked at Bella and she looked at me and we said the exact same thing in unison.

"Jacob."

Chapter 7: Changes

After dinner, Edward whisked me away back upstairs to our room. He quickly deposited me on the bed then leapt for his stereo and started the music. As he stalked toward me, I climbed off the bed and backed up to the bathroom door, all the while keeping my eyes on the predator in front of me.

He sighed and his once dark eyes immediately shifted to his usual rich golden brown. "Human moment?"

I stepped closer to the bathroom with a mischievous grin. "I'm not human remember?"

Edward growled at my little reminder then took another step toward me. "Human-like moment than?"

"Yeah, that." he sprang for me at human-like speed and I dashed into the bathroom and shut the door on him, giggling in the process. "I'll be out in a bit." I heard a very loud animalistic growl and then tapping on the door. "Be patient, I'll be out after my shower you big baby."

I heard another growl and everyone downstairs bursting into laughter. I showered as quickly as I was capable without slipping on the tile floor then finished my nightly ritual at a new personal record.

I emerged from the bathroom into a dimly lit bedroom. The minimal light wasn't a problem for me anymore but I swiftly scanned the room but found no Edward, that was really odd for him. "Ed-"

Strong arms spanned around my waist and I was sent flying onto the bed, tucked firmly against a slab of marble. If it weren't for the smell of nature, spices and a hint of vanilla I would have freaked out. I rolled over onto my side slightly and smacked my assailant in the chest. "DAMN IT EDWARD!"

"OW, that hurt!" he stated, seriously pained as he rubbed his chest where I had hit him. "Did I scare you?"

I glared menacingly at him. "Only a little but that was mean. If it wasn't for your smell I might have done some real damage to you."

"My smell? Are you saying I stink?" he arched an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth twitched faintly.

He may have been teasing me but I didn't think his childishness was very funny. "Yes Edward. If you think the smell of nature, spices and vanilla stinks, then yes you do." his eyes narrowed at me and seemed to pick up a mischievous sparkle.

"Vanilla?" he arched his eyebrow again.

I shrugged my shoulders. "It's the only thing I can compare your certain aroma to. Alice smells like oranges, Jasper is like sandalwood, Emmett like leather, Rose is kind of like honey and roses, Esme remind me of lilacs and Carlisle is definitely chocolate."

"Normal humans can't detect the personal scents we emit."

"Well I'm not normal remember and I can detect it, so nuuu-" I stuck my tongue out at him and tried to squirm away. His fingers tightened and wiggled on my ribcage, causing me to giggle slightly.

"Not normal is an understatement," his fingers started to play my ribs like the piano and he soon had me in tears from laughing so hard. "Carlisle, add cries, heightened sense of smell and ticklish to that list of yours."

I smacked him in the chest softly and glared at him once my laughter finally subsided. "Be nice, or I can be really cruel to you."

Both of his eyebrows shot up this time and a smile fought for dominance of his lips. "Really?"

Before he could blink, I had him lying on his back facing the ceiling and I was positioned precariously on his groin staring down at him. "We have another two days till we're married, it wouldn't be very hard to torture you till then," to emphasis my point I rocked my hips firmly against his rapidly growing manhood.

I bit my bottom lip to keep from giggling as I watched his eyes roll to the back of his head and his hands twitched in midair above my hips.

He must have thought a little role reversal was in order and before I could blink this time, he had flipped us around so I was lying on my back on the mattress. I blinked a few times out of shock then gazed up at his evil but charming smirk just before he pressed his hips down to meet mine. I bit my lip again to stifle the groan I felt climbing up my throat.

"Now, who is the torturer and who is the torturee," his smirk widened as he ground his hip into me again.

I bit down on my bottom lip as hard as I could, to the point that I tasted something odd in my mouth. "Tsk tsk tsk, you're not allowed to draw your own blood you know."

He leaned down and pulled my lips with his own, successfully halting the malice I was doing. I had expected him to pull away quickly once he tasted the blood from my lip but I had not expected him to deepen the kiss or plunge his tongue inside my mouth.

I flinched for a second, shocked that he had actually took the initiative and deepened our intimacy. His hands started to ghost around my rib cage as his lips continued to assault mine possessively.

After a good ten minutes or so of heavy making out and viceroys petting he finally broke away from my lips and started to tease my neck with his tongue.

"Not only your scent has changed but so has your blood," he whispered softly just before sucking viciously on my neck.

My blood has changed, in a good or bad way?

"Alright Edward, stop making out with the air and let Bella get some sleep!"

Air? Oh right, Alice can't see me visually in her visions anymore. To her it probably looks like Edward is kissing a pillow or nothing at all. I couldn't restrain the chuckle that started in my throat and grew to a full out laughing fit.

Edward leaned back to give me room for my hysterics. The mental image I had was that of a naive teen boy practicing kissing with a pillow or his hand and it was just too funny.

After about three minutes of laughter, Edward climbed off me and lay down on the bed on his back and stared at the ceiling, a look of being totally alone on his face.

"Ah, do you not like the idea of making out with nothing?" I gave him a pouty face and leaned my cheek on his shoulder. I then remembered something he had mentioned earlier and I leaned up to look at him. "What did you mean my blood was different?"

Edward kept his face train on the ceiling but his eyes glanced to me briefly. "I could taste your blood when you bit your lip too hard. It didn't really taste like blood. Just a hint of what human blood is like, the sweetness is still there but something else was more definite." he turned his head to look at me straight on. "I'm not sure how to describe it. It was rich and made me remember maple syrup or honey from when I was human. It was filling, as if I has consumed an entire herd within a tiny drop of your blood."

I stared at him in disbelief. My blood was like that now? But it didn't sing to him anymore like it used to so that's a good thing. On the other hand, it still tasted good to him. "I don't have to worry about you draining me still do I?"

He chuckled into my neck then kissed it gently. "No you don't. I'll admit it tastes good but it's not a necessity to me like others. Kind of like if you drank soda pop, it tastes good and all but what your body needs is water."

"So my blood is like soda now! Great mosquitoes are going to love me..." I rolled my eyes at my realization.

"There's a mosquito right here that already loves you and I'll leave your blood intact." Edward chuckled again then his face went grime as he hissed.

I pulled back slightly to look at him, stunned by his sudden change in mood.

"Sorry, Alice is screaming in my head to let you sleep," he glared toward the door and I swiftly slipped between the covers. Edward pouted as I made myself comfortable between him and the blankets. "Does this mean you're going to sleep?"

I copied his pout and batted my eyelashes for good measure. "We do have company visiting tomorrow and I should get my beauty sleep."

I wiggled myself down into the bed further, pinning myself between Edward's arms and legs then smiled at him sweetly. Edward glared wickedly at me.

"I don't consider the mutt company nor do you need your beauty sleep," he started to place feather light kisses all over my face and neck. "Every inch of you is already beautiful, you don't need to improve on a thing."

"I think your bias."

He chuckled quietly as he gave me a surprisingly chaste and short kiss. "I thought you were beautiful from the moment I saw you in the cafeteria and I didn't even know who you were," he ground his hips into mine one more time and kissed my forehead. "Get some sleep you little seductress."

Before he could roll off me, I leaned up and fully captured his lips in a hungry kiss then ended it just as he was starting to reciprocate. He growled when I pulled back and lay down to sleep.

"You better be nice or you'll be sorry come our honeymoon," he sneered then lounged on his back.

I quickly maneuvered myself to use his chest as a pillow and I delicately danced my fingers over his chest. I lay there silently, thinking about his words. I thought I was being nice, what did he mean by I'd be sorry? Would he punish me, maybe withhold intimacy, or maybe tease me during the whole trip?

My hand was snatched up in his, halting my fingers from continuing their little play. "Stop teasing and go to sleep!" he whispered through clenched teeth.

I leaned up and pecked his cheek briefly then followed his order and once I found a comfortable position, I was out like a light.

The next morning I found my face being lavished with kisses while Edward was barely whispering my name between each one. I tried desperately to fain sleep but the second his lips touched my neck I gave myself away with a loud gasp.

"Morning love," Edward whispered before placing another lingering kiss to my jugular.

"Morning to you too," I leaned up and kissed his neck in return and he gasped as loudly as I did.

"I have good news, bad news and worst news. What do you want first?"

I lay in the comfortable embrace of his arms as I deliberated over my choices. "Good, bad then worst."

He sighed before giving the news. "The good is it's one more day closer to our wedding," he kissed my lips tenderly. "The bad news is Rose wants to talk to you about your truck and the worst news is the mutt will be here in an hour."

I smacked him in the chest gently and climbed out of bed. "Be nice, he's still one of my best friends."

I quickly disappeared into the bathroom to do my morning routine and emerged, heading straight for my dresser to change, stripping off clothes as I went.

"HEY, what are you doing? Stop stripping!" Edward spun around away from me and covered his eyes.

I couldn't help but tease him a little and I turned to face him, seeing only his back. I held my arms up and scanned my body. I only had on a pair of black lace bikini underwear and nothing else since I try not to wear my bra to bed in case there was a miracle and Edward decided to feel me up.

"What's wrong Edward? You'll be seeing me like this in less than one week anyway, why not practice," I asked innocently enough.

Edward spun around and froze when he saw me in only a pair of underwear. Much to my dismay, he snapped his eyes shut and bolted for the door. "No amount of practicing can prepare me for the sight of your...luscious naked body," he groaned then flashed out the door.

I giggled softly as I dressed for the day. "Poor virtuous virginal vampire can't even handle seeing his fiancé naked. Hope he doesn't have a heart attack on the honeymoon," I mumbled half to myself-half to the vampire in question downstairs. I was pleased when I heard some booming laughter and an unhappy groan as I left the bedroom and headed downstairs to find Rosalie.

As always, I found her in the garage staring at my truck. She tilted her head to look at me then she sighed heavily.

"What is it? That sigh didn't sound very good." my eyes darted between my truck and my future sister-in-law.

"To be honest, it's not. Your truck is D.E.A.D. The motor is shot, several wires are fried, basicly it would be cheaper to buy you a new car than to repair this," she pointed with her thumb to my newly retired vehicle.

"YES!"

I glared at the whisper that came from the living room. "SHUT UP EDWARD!" I leaned close to Rose so I could whisper my question. "Edward didn't bribe you to destroy it or lie did he?"

"I seriously doubt he could get me anything I couldn't get for myself, so no, he didn't bribe, blackmail, or even ask. I'm sorry but your truck has finally died of old age," she walked over to her toolbox and started to rifle around inside, that was my cue to leave.

To be honest, I was a bit surprised Rosalie hadn't warmed up to me yet, now that the whole changing into a vampire wasn't an issue anymore. I shrugged my shoulders in confusion to myself and headed inside.

The second I was through the doors, I was assaulted by the aroma of French toast and bacon and I stumbled into the kitchen as quickly as I could. I plopped myself down at a seat at the bar and ogled the bronze haired god behind the counter, frying pan in hand. A random thought struck me and I giggled.

"What?" Edward asked as he slid the bread onto my plate and I hastily spread butter and dowsed it with syrup that was already waiting for me.

I licked my lips while I cut into the delicious looking breakfast. "I just had a thought on something to buy for you."

"Really? Is it something you can purchase in Seattle?" I eyed him curiously, as I bit into the delectable food.

I nodded and moaned at the splendor that he had made me. "Is there anything you can't do? Besides reading my mind."

He stood staring at me with a very thoughtful expression. After almost a minute of him thinking and watching me eat, he rounded the counter and leaned in close to my face. His tongue darted out of his mouth and he licked away a drop of syrup that was on my upper lip. I immediately felt my cheeks heat up.

"Yum, and there is something I can't do. I can't resist you in any way."

I had the immense urge to forget about breakfast and just jump his bones but that idea was squashed when the rumbling of a motor bike turned off the highway onto gravel.

I moaned unhappily and Edward's eyes narrowed. "No, not you, Jake is almost here, he just pulled off the highway."

He pulled away and groaned as he went about washing up dishes. About a minute later there was a knock on the door, Alice answered it and then Jake joined us in the kitchen.

"Hey Bells, just heard you were kicked out, what for?" he snatched a whole piece of toast off my plate and I growled at him. "Wow, this is really good."

"Edward made it, thank him. And I was kicked out because I got engaged," I nonchalantly started eating my last piece of French toast.

Jake choked on a bite then cleared his throat. "He kicked you out for that!"

I nodded simply then swallowed my bite. "Charlie and Renee have never been fans of marrying earlier than thirty but I never expected to be evicted over it."

"WOW, I never would have pegged Charlie for doing something like that. Any who, any news on why your alive again?" he shoves the rest of his stolen French toast into his mouth and awaited my answer while he chewed.

I finished what was in my plate and Edward took it away and washed it. "Some, we still don't know what exactly happened or what that makes me. All we do know is I appear human in every sense of the word except my cells have stopped aging and my senses are enhanced."

We waited for a while and let Jake think about what I had told him. He had a very thoughtful expression for a long time then his eyes grew wide as Frisbees.

"Does that mean you're immortal?" his voice was an octave higher than normal as he pointed at me with raised eyebrows that reached to the ceiling.

I tilted my head back and forth on my shoulders in a bored fashion, "that's the jist of it."

"Damn...so you're engaged to a vampire, you're best friends with a werewolf and now your some kind of immortal yourself. What next, you're going to give birth to a fairy or some other type of half vampire - half whatever thing. Dang girl, you really can't stick to normal can you?" he chuckled lightly at his rhetorical question.

"Oh shut up, she's still Bella in every way, down to her clumsiness," I turned away from Edward for his snide remark.

"Thank you for pointing out my incurable faults," I kept my eyes averted from Edward as he kissed my neck. I heard him mumble 'I love you' sensually against my skin and I involuntarily shivered, I felt a grin press in to my neck.

"Oh, where's the Chevy?" he asked innocently and looked around the corner to the wall of windows and scanned for my truck.

I cringed at the memory of the night it died. It was a good truck that got me from point A to point B. I love my truck despite what Edward said about it.

"The day Bella was evicted, her truck ceased to function," Edward told him simply but I could detect a hint of glee in the tone of his voice.

"What it died or it just needs fixed?" Jacob asked eagerly.

I sighed heavily and shook my head slowly. "Rose is a car aficionado. She says it would be cheaper just to buy a brand new car than to fix the truck."

Jake's eyes were wide and his face was sad. "Wow, what did you do to it?"

It wasn't actually a question so I didn't answer, I just glared at him. Jake let out a heavy sigh while he was crossing his arms over his chest.

"That's a good idea Jake," I turned toward Edward, curious about his sudden statement. The look on his face was cheerful and hopeful. "Jake was a bit surprised that we hadn't found out what you are yet and started thinking about the tribe legends."

The Quileute legends? Well they did have stories about the cold ones, maybe they would have a story regarding something like me. We were having difficulties looking in Aro's collection so maybe, just maybe there was something the natives knew that the vampires didn't.

"Why don't you go talk to Carlisle, compare notes and see what you learn together. Right now, we have to go to Seattle," Edward grabbed my wrist and hauled me up and toward the garage, leaving Jacob to stare after us confusedly.

"Seattle, why?"

"I need to get something," he said with a grin that made me slightly nervous.

I groaned quietly as I slipped into the Volvo. "Fine but can we stop by Bed, Bath and Beyond?"

"Sure but what do you need?" he eyed me as he got in the car and started it. I winked at him as he pulled out of the garage and started down the road. "You're not going to tell me are you?"

"Nope," I responded quickly and the P popped loudly in the enclosed car. He scowled at me from the corner of his eye and I remained firm on keeping my little secret.

The drive to Seattle was quiet and serene. We enjoyed the silence and relished in each other's presence while we held hands tightly. Thanks to Edward's pension for speed, we made it to the large metropolis in just over an hour.

He stopped in the parking lot of the store I requested and started to climb out. I shot my hand out immediately to halt his progress and he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I'll be back in a minute and it's a surprise remember," Edward reclined in his seat with a loud annoyed huff.

I peck him on the cheek and sprang from the car then sprinted into the store. I had the item found and purchased within three minutes and I headed back to the Volvo, with a smile while I swung the bag back and forth.

After I climbed into my seat, I placed the bag under the cushion and Edward scowled at me as he started the car and pulled out of the lot on to the main road.

"So where are we going?"

Edward glanced at me from the corner of his eye then smirked. "It's a surprise..." I stuck my tongue out at him and he smiled crookedly.

About ten minutes later he stopped the car in front of an enormous warehouse. What business could he have here?

"Well, come on," he got out of the Volvo and rounded the car to help me out. I exited the car and he clasped my hand and pulled me toward the warehouse door.

He entered a security code of at least twenty numbers into the keypad at the door and it unlocked. Edward pulled me inside the dark room and placed me so my back was against his chest.

"Pick any one you want. Think of it as a wedding present from me to you," he kissed my neck a couple of times then I heard a loud click and was momentarily blinded.

I blinked painfully as my eyes adjusted to the light. I was rendered speechless as I gazed around the oversized warehouse that housed several pristine, shiny and fancy cars.

"How many cars are in here? Are they all yours?" The words flew from my mouth faster than I thought possible.

"At last count, 32 and yes they're all mine," he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

I walked up to the nearest car and ran my palm over the smooth black hood. I eyed the car and spun around quickly as recognition hit me. "This looks like the car from Gone in 60 Seconds."

"Well it is a 67' Shelby Mustang 500GT but it isn't Eleanor I'm sad to say," his eyes were filled with dread as I ogled the car. It was plainly written on his face that this car was unavailable despite what he said.

I couldn't in good conscious select a Ford since I had loved my Chevy so much till the day it died. I smirked when he let out a sigh of relief when I meandered around the cars.

Speechless was an understatement! There were cars of all types, colors and years. The two things they had in common were they were pre-2006 and looked incredibly fast.

Firebird, Camaro, Mustang, Supra, Charger, Corolla...you name it, he had at least one. I scanned over each car carefully, determining if it was right for me.

I eyed the silver mustang and the black Camaro, searching them both over and even sitting in them to get a feel for them both. I was torn between those two cars and I eyed them severely.

If my poor Chevy truck hadn't of died I wouldn't have to deal with this decision right now. My eyes nearly popped from the sockets as I realized I had just subconsciously made my decision.

I walked over and hugged the roof of the black car. "I made up my mind - this one."

Edward sighed heavily, whether it was from relief or annoyance, I wasn't sure. Without a word, he pulled out his cell phone, hit a few buttons then placed it to his ear.

"Hello, this is Edward Cullen. I would like to add a 1969 Chevrolet Yenko Camaro to our policy..." more words were said and a long string of numbers followed.

While Edward dealt with the insurance company, I rounded the black car that was now mine. I climbed into the driver seat and gripped the steering wheel, enjoying the feel of the seat and the wheel in my hands.

I saw Edward from the corner of my eye as he walked over to a large metal box on the wall and pulled several things from it. He then walked over and pushed a button and the large doors started to roll up toward the ceiling.

I rested against the steering wheel and followed Edward with my eyes as he walked around the warehouse. He hopped into a reddish car up front, started it then pulled it outside. He returned and moved a grey supra that was right in front of me then did the same.

Edward then casually strolled toward me and leaned over, dangling a set of keys in front of me. "Would you like to drive your new car home or should we tow-"

I snatched the keys from his hands before he could finish his question. I thrust the key into the ignition and turned it over before I could blink. It roared to life loudly but sounded better than my truck. My truck reminded me of a sickly mountain goat. This car, my new Camaro, sounded like a prideful, roaring lion.

I carefully drove it out of the warehouse, mindful of the other cars on both sides of me. Once outside I sat in my car reveling in the roar of the engine, the vibrations around me and the feel of the seat that seemed to hug me comfortably.

A soft tapping on the window pulled me from reverie. I glanced over and smiled at Edward. "Ready to go when you are."

I smirked and revved the engine causing Edward to return my smirk and run back toward the Volvo. I didn't even wait for him to join me in his car, I slowly pulled the Camaro onto the desolate back road and turned toward home.

Being back on the road, free to control where I drove and how fast was freeing, I was back in my own peaceful world again. Having a police chief as a father had unfortunately made my law abiding driving skills habitual, something I knew Edward would enjoy helping to break that habit. In fact, at this precise moment I saw Edward in the rearview mirror scowling at me, obviously annoyed at having to do a measly 65 mph down the highway, well tough!

An hour and a half later, we pulled up in front of our house and I stayed seated in the driver seat, reveling in my new car. Edward walked up and opened my door like he always did and before he could blink I had released my seatbelt and sprang at him.

I peppered kiss after kiss all over his face while mumbling thank you in between each word. His arms reached around my back and pulled me tightly against his chest.

"Whoa, he gave you the Yenko?" Emmett walked around the front of the car, his golden eyes enormous with shock. "I thought maybe the 'Cuda or the Charger, but never the Yenko, or the 'Stang for that matter."

I hugged Edward tightly as I gazed at Emmett nonchalantly. "Actually Em, he told me to choose. I did notice his hesitation when I looked at the 'Eleanor' car but I decided to stick with what I knew."

He looked at me bewildered expression. "Huh?"

"What she means is the make. Her last rig was a Chevy so she decided to drive another Chevy," Rosalie explained as she walked up behind her husband and started to trail her fingers delicately over the hood of my car. A smile that spoke of love and longing graced her face, it was odd for me to witness. "Excellent choice!"

She patted me on the shoulder then turned and went back in to the garage. "Who is she and what have they done with Rosalie?" I whispered to Edward as she entered the building. He too looked shocked and merely shrugged.

With seven vampires, several ancient books, a wolf 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 change color to red, purple

- Paler skin

- Invisible to visions

- Stronger

- Smells different

- Thicker blood

- Tougher skin

- Slower heart rate

- Still eats human food

- Better hearing than vampires

- No pain?

- Sleeps

- 26 DNA strands

- No longer aging (immortal)

- Bathroom

- Agility same (not graceful)

- Venom inert

It was becoming a rather long list and something in the back of my mind told me it wasn't finished yet.

Chapter End Notes

So how do you like Bella's choice in a new car, does it suit her? I researched for a week trying to find the right kind of car for her. For some reason I can't picture Edward owning a truck, that's an Emmett thing.

Preview for Chapter 8: A Forever Kind of Promise

'Don't worry. I packed up some of the food for Bella to take along during the honeymoon.' Alice thought as she danced across the room to the stereo and started the music. She then lunged back over to us, camera in hand and started snapping away. "Alright you two, start dancing."

"Why doesn't she just get a camcorder?" Bella whispered into my neck as I twirled her around on the floor. I rolled my eyes and shook my head from side to side.

"Because I like the effect of a camera and you can't make a scrapbook with videotapes," snapped Alice as she continued to prance around taking picture after picture.

I leaned my head back down and placed a gentle kiss on her neck then tugged on her ear lobe with my lips before I whispered quietly in to her ear. "One hour…one hour then we can leave for our honeymoon." Bella's knees seemed to buckle at the slight breath of air I blew over her ear. One hour was too long.