And Then Came You

A/N: Well, here is the next chapter to this story. I needed to take the story in this direction in order to continue with the plot. I hope that you like it. The chapter is short. I promise that the next chapter will have more information. I just wanted to get her to grow up to start a new life in Washington. I hope that you can leave some feedback so I know what you think of it! Have a great day!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, S. Meyer does.

Am I Dead?

Beep. Beep. Beep. It was the sound of the machine that monitored my heartbeats. I groaned as I forced my sleepy eyes to open. It was still dark as the night breeze penetrated the room through the window.

I narrowed my eyes as I adjusted them to the darkness and stared at the ceiling. I tried to move, but my whole body hurt. I was exhausted and extremely drained; my body deprived me of any movement. I closed my eyes and began recalling the last few days.

"It hurts so much!" I screamed, pain saturating my voice. I held my hands on my face, trying to dissipate the excruciating heat that threatened my head. "I can't see. It's blurry around me." I cried.

My father was carrying me up the flight of stairs that led to my grandfather's study. I heard a door being kicked and then my grandfather's voice filled the room.

"Place her here." Carlisle ordered. His voice was strained, but in control.

My father placed me on a cold bed. I couldn't move or protest. The pain in my body was too much. It felt like knives were being stabbed into my skin repeatedly. My head was throbbing and the heat that emanated from inside my body was piercing. I tried to concentrate on my father's frantic voice, but everything began to feel distant.

"Oh God, what is happening to her body?" I heard Jasper gasp.

"Ouch! Ouch!" I cried continuously. I tried to move my legs, but they began to feel deformed. The skin around my joints was stretching. It felt like a smoldering sheet of lava was slowly covering my entire body. It was agonizing.

"Carlisle, her skin is stretching too fast. W-what's happening?" Esme sobbed. I could picture her beautiful porcelain face filled with sadness.

"Nessie, don't come inside. Just stay out there." my father ordered my mother. I heard her pleading voice, but my father wouldn't bend. "No, just stay there. I don't want you here." he said sternly.

Carlisle's cold hand began to touch the skin of my legs. He meticulously scrutinized every angle of my body. "Her bones are growing too fast. Her skin is adjusting to the sudden growth. I really don't know what to say. It's like she is growing at an accelerated rate. It's just like when Nessie was pregnant with her."Carlisle said intrigued.

"Do something." Jacob pleaded. I wish with all my heart that he wasn't sad. "Help my baby girl. She's in pain, Carlisle." he said softly against my ear. His usually warm skin felt cold against mine. He kissed my cheek tenderly and wiped away the tears from my eyes.

"I'm going to administer some morphine. I don't know if it's goin-" Carlisle's voice trailed off. I felt my skin being jabbed by a sharp object.

"I can't get the needle in." he said surprised. I felt the sharp needle again, but it wasn't penetrating my flesh. "It just won't penetrate the skin." he said baffled.

There was silence around me, except my constant groaning in pain. "What do you mean 'it won't penetrate'?" Edward asked, his voice was barely a whisper.

"It means exactly that, son. Her skin is hard like ours. It won't let the needle enter the flesh." Carlisle said sharply.

"Then let's give her some painkillers via the mouth." Jasper suggested, I felt his wave of calmness surround me.

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I woke up to the sweet sound of birds chirping outside my window. The warm breeze and the morning rays of light filtered through the enormous window of the room, causing the curtains to dance rhythmically.

I looked around and found my beautiful and loving Aunt Alice sitting at the foot of the bed. She looked like an attractive marble statue encrusted in tiny perfectly symmetrical diamonds. She shone so brightly that I was enthralled by her stunning smile radiating like a magnificent jewel.

"Good morning, princess." she said in her delightful voice. Her topaz eyes looked content and well rested. She really was a sight to behold. "Last time we spoke you were a little unruly." she laughed charmingly.

I shrugged my shoulders and removed the blanket off me. "I'm sorry, Alice." I said ruefully.

"At least you sound and look better. How are you feeling?" she said perkily. I stared at her perfect face in irritation. "Don't look at me like that; you knew that someday you were going to grow. In your case it kind of happened rapidly." she said calmly.

I felt annoyed at how everyone around me acted. Everyone just accepted this situation as if it was normal. "I grew up too fast! I didn't even get a chance to enjoy my childhood to the fullest." I sighed.

"It's too much to handle, Alice, I just don't know how to process all of this. It's too sudden." I groaned angrily.

It'd been two weeks since that awful day. I still can't remember all the particular facts or details. I was heavily sedated most of the time to remember clearly what happen. I do recall certain things, like voices screaming and crying around me.

"I'm just frustrated. I never truly had a normal childhood anyways, but just the thought of it being stolen from me hurts. I can't be a child anymore. I don't look like a three year old. I look-" I let my voice trail off. I stood up from the bed and paced around the room. I felt dizzy and lightheaded.

"You were only a child on the outside, Ali. You knew that you were different from other children. You spoke when you were barely a day old. You can hear thoughts, see a person's memories as if they were your own and you can also transmit your thoughts to a person just by touching them. Ali, your intellect was by far greater than your physical age." she explained, her voice was soft and enchanting.

I sat down on the lounge chair that faced the bed. Alice was right. I just couldn't bring myself to accept the fact that I was no longer a child. I looked down at my hands and brought them closer to my face. They were the same tan color, undeniably me. My hands weren't too large; my elongated fingernails made my hands look more sophisticated.

I brought my hands to my lap and looked out the window. Everything had changed. My senses had been enhanced with my sudden growth. I was able to see well. I could hear what the rest of my family was doing. Their smell was more acute than ever. I sighed, ignoring my new enhanced abilities. I didn't want them! I didn't care for them. I wanted my old life back.

"I just loathe this. I can't think correctly anymore. My thoughts are clouded by the fact that I am unhappy. I look like a fifteen year old. I talk like a fifteen year old. I have curves in places that I-gosh-I have boobs. Boobs, Alice, boobs." I screamed angrily.

I looked down at my chest and felt sickened to my stomach. Yes, I had grown too fast. I had the body of a teenager. I wasn't little Ali anymore. I was a freak amongst freak.

"I know, sweetie. I can only imagine how you're feeling." Alice said, giving me a sympathetic smile.

"You have to remember that our family is different. You have a combination of extraordinary genes. You are an amalgamation of vampire, werewolf and human. You might even be the only one of your species. Embrace it with all your might. You're special, sweetie." she said, her voice so full of love and tenderness.

"Alice," I whispered, my voice trembling and scared. "I don't want to- I'm no longer-" I stuttered, trying to find the right words to express my feelings.

"What, Ali? What's really bothering you?" she asked worriedly. "I know something is really bothering you."

I took a deep breath. The pain my body felt was overwhelming. I felt feverish and the breeze wasn't helping. I was also extremely angry. I couldn't understand what exactly was going on with me. For goodness sake, my grandfather Carlisle was a doctor and he didn't even know what was wrong with me.

"I'm not my dad's little Jacobina anymore. I can't sit on Papa's lap anymore! I can't enjoy the tender moments that I used to share with them. I can't call my own mother mom in front of people. I look like I am her age." I growled in frustration.

"I can't accept what I have become. I am hideous. I find myself repugnant and revolting. I can't even look at myself in the mirror, Aunt Alice. I see a face that doesn't belong to me. I know it's me, but it's not the face I am accustomed to seeing. It's an older- much older version of me." I cried. Tears of helplessness fell down my face. I furiously wiped them with the back of my hand and slumped on the chair.

"Why was I even born? I'm just a failure, an abomination!" I said dejectedly. "I just make my parents suffer. They haven't even come to see how I'm doing. I told them things that I didn't mean. They must hate me. I would hate myself too. I hate my life." I said miserably.

Alice stood from the bed and walked up to me. Her steps were refined and graceful as her hip swayed with every movement. She stood before me and extended her hand. I reluctantly took it. She gently pulled me up from the seat.

"Don't lose hope, Ali. Your parents, your family, all of us love you. You were the best thing that happened in my life." she said softly, caressing my face with her cold hands. They felt good against my feverish skin.

Alice paused for a moment. She raised her gaze to look at me. She placed her other cold hand on my cheek and smiled. I touched her hand with mine and inhaled her sweet citric scent.

"Alice, I don't know how to not give up. I feel cheated out of life. I'm only three years old. How can I live a normal life after knowing that I lost so much?" I said despondently.

She encircled me in a tight embrace. I rested my head on her shoulder and cried.

"You haven't been cheated out of life. You've been given a life. You can do whatever you want. Just don't set yourself for failure. Rise above the circumstances. Look, Ali," she said, slightly pulling away and placing a pale hand under my chin and forcing me to look at her. "This is just another bump on the road. There will be many along this life. Just don't forget that you have a family that loves you. We'll gladly help you in your walk through life. Ali, you brought so much joy and happiness to this house. We wouldn't trade a single moment. Sarah Rosalice Esme, you are too important to us." she continued, her voice was gentle and pleasant.

She tightened her arms around me; it felt good to be held by her. She was so short and petite. I loved her so much. She was so full of life. I sighed hopelessly. She was right! Life wasn't always going to go my way. But at least I had people that truly cared for me. I pulled away, but she still had a hold on my hand.

"I know something that will help you feel better." she said impishly. Her dark bangs covering her left eye as she jumped happily. She stared at me for a brief moment and then turned to face the door.

"What is it, Alice?" I asked warily, looking at the direction of her line of vision.

"Let's go shopping!" she said, a smile plastered on her pale face.