Yes, yes, I know, I was evil to keep you waiting for so long! I had so much on my mind, schoolwork, original fiction, et cetera, but I know that that is no excuse! I'm so sorry, but anyways here is the chapter you've all been waiting for! Please forgive me!!!

Ch.7

Previously on Cat Eye:

"I mean, you're future is blurry. Not blurry as if it were constantly changing. Blurry as in it is hard to see," Alice said.

"I don't get it," Edward said.

"But isn't it obvious?" Alice said.

"What do you mean?" Edward asked.

"Your arm," Alice said.

"My arm's fine," Edward insisted.

"No its not. Besides, I don't think it's just your arm," Alice said.

"Then what do you think it is?" Edward asked.

Alice stopped counting in Chinese. The two stared at each other, as if the room was frozen, and time had stopped.

Then I opened my eyes.

Current Time

I sat up on the soft couch and took in my surroundings. 'I don't think it's just your arm,' Alice had said. Her words haunted me. My body shook, furious at myself for allowing this to happen. There was something off in the jumbled scents that lurked in the air. My nose was attacked with a horde of scents that were so strong, so intense, that if I didn't know any better I would suspect I was currently in my cat form. That's it, although that is not the only thing that plagues my mind. No, my haunts are far worse; I have committed the unforgivable. Either way, though, I am struck with the stark contrast of the HD-like images I am used to when prancing around the forest in my cat form – no, everything is clearer, to the slightest degree, than I have ever experienced. So this is what is different, I tell myself. In my mind there is the confusion I feel about the pale, Greek Goddess pales in comparison to the gravity of what is happening right now. Edward is different, no doubt. Was different, even before by, perchance the chain of events, I happened to scratch him. What would happen to him now, even I had no clue. Was Edward Cullen transforming into a werecat? Even if he was, I had no clue how to aid him through the process. I had never watched the transformation take place, and even if I had, I expected that it would happen differently as far as Edward Cullen was concerned. Everything was different as far as Edward Cullen was involved.

All of a sudden (no, that's not even true, it had been there all along), an unfamiliar, painful sensation struck me. My throat felt dry, as if fiery flames were constantly licking it and banishing any and all liquids from alleviating the drought. Almost as an instinctual response, my right hand flew up to my throat and rubbed the pale flesh. I stared at the flesh of my hand with blatant disgust. Look at how pale, how deathly snow white, how fragile, it looked. I must have made some sort of sickening expression on my face because as soon as I looked up again seven beautiful, pale figures were by my side, staring at me with soft, mournful expressions on their obviously distraught faces.

"Hello," I said, and it felt silly, to say 'Hello,' what a simple phrase, one word, and how out of place it seemed. For some reason it felt like I knew these people, like they were family, my ancestors, even. I was plagued with contrasting emotions towards these beautiful people. 'They did this to me!' I was screaming inside. 'They are monsters, get me out of here!' At the same time, I wanted to place my hand on their breast bone, that tiny, pixie-like one with the dark black hair – that frown on her angelic face, the sharp contrast between how I suspected she usually acted and how depressed she was right now…I felt like running up to her, whispering soft words, 'It's okay, how could you know?' The words taunted my parched lips… 'My sister, please smile.'

And the one hunched in the corner, his arms wrapped around his weary body, the dark, never fading scratch mark all too visible…the way he hides his face, the way his dark bronze hair almost appears blood-stained in the odd angle the light shines on his head… 'Edward…' No more words plague my mind. What else can I say? The obvious words assault my senses and I find that I must say them.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, so sorry…" the words rush out of my mouth. They carry such a velvety, sing-song quality that I am not used to, and within seconds I am by the huddled angel's side. "Edward…" I whispered. I placed my hand on his shoulder and for some reason this feels awkward. I cannot find inside me the rage that I suspect I am supposed to be feeling.

His words came, yes, they did. "You're sorry? I'm the one who attacked you…" he said, and his words were tainted with such powerful self-hatred, guilt strong enough to lead one to self-induced death.

"But I scratched you…" I whispered. Saying the words out loud would make it real. But it was real no matter.

I stood up and held my hand out for Edward. After a moment of awkward silence, I found my voice. "What are you?" I asked. "You're different, a normal human couldn't have attacked that large of a cat, not and survived to tell the tale. And the pain I was in, different than the shift back to my human form, I am sure some sort of change took place; I can sense my body is different now." I was sure that I should not be this calm and collected, but nevertheless I was; it was a part of who I was that I would not relinquish; not now, not ever.

"Vampire," Edward whispered, confirming my fear. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for condemning you to this half-life," he said.

A short, bubbly figure bounced in between us, finally smiling. "Nonsense!" she said, smiling, revealing her sharp, perfectly white canines. "My name is Alice, and you must be Bella! We're going to be great friends! And this is perfect! It's like you met in the middle!"

"What?" I said, taking her hand, smiling awkwardly. I looked from Edward's pale face to Alice's perfectly calm golden eyes and wondered what Alice was talking about. I knew that Edward was probably, in whatever way it was possible, turning into some sort of werecat, maybe a hybrid, I don't know.

"I see the future, silly!" Alice said. "I couldn't see yours at all, but now it's blurry! Edward's future is blurry two but you guys are going to…"

Before Alice could get the words out, Edward had jumped up and covered Alice's mouth with his hands.

Breaking away, Alice sighed. "Okay, okay, I won't tell her. But you can't fight fate forever." I wondered what Alice was talking about, but I decided not to let it bother me that much.

"We have another problem, though," I said.

"What?" Alice asked.

I took a deep breath, despite the fact that an uneasy feeling that I didn't need to breathe overcame me, and I said, "When my sister, Faythe, left my Pride to go to college, my family sent Enforcers to spy on her. I am not that convinced that they haven't been spying on me, as I am the Alpha's youngest daughter. Also, it is a crime to infect a human and I will probably be punished…when Faythe accidently infected her human boyfriend, she was threatened with death but ended up getting off on community service. I don't think my family knows about you guys…"

"The werewolves know…" the heavy, dark haired one, who I later found out to be Emmett, said.

"Werewolves really exist?" I asked surprised. "I knew that bruins existed, but werewolves, I had no clue."

"What are bruins?" Emmett asked.

"Basically, shape-shifters who shift into the form of a bear," I said, and Emmett jumped up and down and did this crazy, excited dance.

'Ooookay,' I thought, partially disturbed by Emmett's childish behavior.

"Anyways, I don't know what they do when they find out," I said, hesitantly.

"Then we don't let them find out," the skinny, blond haired one (Jasper) said.

"I don't think that's all that possible. They won't just let it go, and it wouldn't be easy to make them think I'm dead, because it's not that easy to kill me. I mean, before this happened, also. They would suspect another werecat did it, and they wouldn't give up searching until they found who was responsible. I don't think we can hide from the truth," I said.

And that was what I feared; what I would always both fear and love: my family, my Pride, my homeland, my culture. I hold onto it now with such a feeble, half-hearted grip, and I do not know who I am or where I am in this world, except that my name is Bella and that now I must be some sort of cross between a vampire and a werecat, and that soon Edward Cullen will be, as well.

What is happening to my world?

To Be Continued….