Hi. Glad you liked chapter 6! I was afraid I'd lost a few readers... But anyhow, here's chapter 7. Please enjoy and review.

-Vampiremoon 22

I could hear voices talking. I opened my eyes.

"We could just change her." Rosalie said.

"But the Volturi..." Carlisle warned.

"I'm still thirsty." Emmett whined.

"Well, you're not drinking her blood!" Edward growled fiercely.

"Relax bro, it was only a joke!" Emmett told him.

Their mom came into the room. "Oh, isn't she just a darling little thing!" She cooed.

"Look! She's awake." Alice moved easily through the room and over to the couch where I was lying. "Bella, hon?

Do you remember what happened?" She asked me gently.

"Jasper. Deer."

"Hey, that's my line!" Alice joked.

I sat up. "Jasper killed a deer. Then he-he..." I trailed off.

"Bell, hon. Do you know what this means?"

"V-vampire!" Realization hit me then. "Y-you're all vampires?" I backed away from her. I looked at each of them in turn. Alice. Emmett. "Edward? You're a..."

"Bella. Please try to understand." He said. "We won't hurt..."

Vampires! I pulled my cross necklace out of my shirt and pointed it at Alice. "Aaaahhhh!" She screamed and fell backward onto the floor.

"Hey, good one Al." Emmett praised as Alice sat back up.

"Give me that!" She said, taking it from me.

"You... You didn't burn!" I stared at her in shock.

"Bells, we have a lot to talk about."

A few hours later, I had been educated about the common myths associated with vampires and why they were just myths. I'd also learned that the Cullens were good vampires who only drank animal blood. I was starting to feel almost comfortable around them.

"So. How's Charlie doing?" Edward asked.

"Charlie? Oh, shit!"

"What is it?"

"He was in my truck. I was driving him home from the hospital when time froze!"

"Time froze? Again?" Alice asked.

"Yeah." Edward answered.

"Well you'd better make sure he's okay!" Alice shooed me and Edward out the door to go check on him.

When we got to the place I'd left my truck, there were paramedics pulling Charlie out. Apparantly, when I'd unfrozen time, he'd crashed. Luckily, he'd only landed in a bush and the airbags had deployed. He was still beaten up pretty badly. The tools that had flown from my toolbox had landed on him.

The paramedics told us to go home and the hospital would call us with any news.

I didn't feel bad for Charlie. He'd done this to himself. If he'd let me drive him home with no complaints, this wouldn't have happened. I shuddered a bit though when I realised that those tools could've fallen on me.

Edward drove me back to his house to spend the night. He offered to drive me to school in the morning too, since my truck needed to be repaired. The day was uneventful- except, watching Mike try to practice with the rest of the football team. Since my spell was still in effect, he stumbled and fumbled more than I would have. And it felt SO GREAT to finally watch him fail at something.

When I got home, there was a strange car in the driveway. Edward let me out to examine it, but kept a careful eye on me as I did. I walked up to the back door of the house and peered inside. There was a guy sitting on our couch and eating our food! Wait a minute... was that...?

I opened the door and walked in. "Uncle Sam?"

The figure on the couch turned his head. "Belly!"

"I didn't know you were coming." I said, walking over and hugging him.

"Your dad asked me to come over. Said he's been having a string of bad luck."

'Hmm, I wonder why... ' I thought with a smile on my face.

I jumped when someone knocked at the door. Realizing it must have been Edward, I ran to the door to let him in. "Is everything okay?" He asked when I opened the door.

"Yeah, it's just my uncle Sam. I-"

"What do you mean, "just?" he asked in mock defence. "And who's this? A boyfriend?"

"He's my..." I started, but Edward interrupted.

"I am." He glanced at me and smiled.

"Ooooohhhhh, I see." Uncle Sam said. "Must just be starting out. Either that or... you don't want Charlie to find out. Well, don't worry Belly, I won't say a word."

"Thanks." I mumbled. "Anyhow, um... make yourself at home, I guess. How long are you staying?"

"Probably until your dad gets better at least."

I bit my lip to keep from giggling. "But Charlie may not get better for a long time."

It may be awhile before I'm able to write another chapter. No, not as long as last time! But maybe a week-ish... If inspiration strikes though it will be sooner. Thanks for sticking with me.

-Vampiremoon 22