AN: Lady Skyelite & csp4, you've both caught on! I can't give away too many details but, and I'm just throwing this out there, it seems as if Bella's got a following of mainly females and two other covens, willing to die for her and her children.

In this chapter, a little more is learned about our mystery guest, as well as the reason why Bella and her children are different!

Enjoy!

:8Doc

BELLA'S POV

Charlie and Jasper were the only ones missing as we arrived back at the Denali's home. I carried Renesmee and Allyson while Miranda stood on my right side while Melissa, who I learned was the other girl, stood to my left. When we sat down, I had many eyes on me, on the five of us, but I honestly didn't know what to say. I wasn't quite sure with what all had happened, so I didn't know how I was supposed to answer to any of it.

I guess to make things easier, most of our family walked out of the room and into the kitchen. It wasn't completely private, but did give us some semblance of privacy, leaving only me, the girls and Carlisle and Esme, who was sitting as close as she could, rubbing my back in a soothing manner. I guess no matter what, nobody's too old for a mother's love, because I was instantly relaxed and able to form some coherent sentences once I relaxed.

I took a deep breath to steady myself before I began. "I um… I'm not sure of it all, yet. I'm still piecing it together."

At that moment, Jasper walked in with Alice holding one of his hands with a cup in his other. I smelled it, could tell it was blood, yet I wrinkled my nose in disgust, especially as he put the cup to his lip, gulping it down. I shuddered, that is until I smelled an aroma like the one only a few minutes before, getting closer to me as Kate walked in, holding the cup in front of me. It only took one sniff before I lunged at her, grabbing the cup out of her hand and downing it. Once every drop was gone, I looked at Carlisle, who had a very thoughtful look on his face.

"What?" I deadpanned, licking the remains off my lips. Everyone else was reasonably calm with the human blood, considering, except for Miranda, Melissa, Renesmee and Allyson. "Why don't we all have the self-control that you do?"

A sigh came out of nowhere, startling me as my father stepped into view. "That would be my fault, for not mentioning it to you earlier."

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused at what he meant by all that.

"That…you haven't been human for a long time. At least not fully," Charlie said, heading towards me just as my eyebrow quirked up in confusion. How could I have never been fully human if I had actually been human? Sensing my confusion, Charlie took one last step towards me, taking my hand into his own. "You moved with your mother when something bad happened to you, here?"

I blanched. "How could something bad have happened to me if we moved when I was only a few months old?"

"Because you weren't a few months old," he said, sighing deeply as he shook his head at me. "Isabella, you were four."

Now I was really confused! I remembered other things from when I was four, so why couldn't I remember that I still lived in Forks, at that time?

"Some…evil vampire was with three other nomadic cold ones," Charlie said as he rubbed his hand through his disheveled hair. I guess people can't always let go of what made them human. Just then, what he said struck me, and I looked at him in confusion…again.

"Evil vampire and three cold ones?" I couldn't help the confusion that came out of me as I talked. I thought vampires were cold ones?!

I guess Carlisle saw the look on my face and he decided to step in. "We're the cold ones…we sparkle, are very fast, can hear and see almost anything…" he trailed off as he began to pace, and I couldn't help but think how human he must seem to himself as he done that. Eventually, he turned back to me. "Bella, it sounds like the ones that bit you were the ones out of old legends and folklore. The Dracula or Real vampires, as they've been called in recent times. They are the ones who burn in the sun, have fangs, an allergy to garlic, and can only drink from humans. Children are their main delicacy as they feel that the essence of a child's soul, it's innocence, will grant them immunity from anything that could cause them serious harm. Sunlight, garlic…anything."

I couldn't help but just stare at him as my mouth nearly dropped down to the floor. "So…I was bitten by Dracula as a child and was fine until…now?" I didn't get the whole workings of this because up until now, I thought there were only one type of vampires. Now I find out there are at least two, and I'm one of the odd ones out. Great.

At my line of questioning, Carlisle couldn't help but smile slightly as he shrugged his shoulders. "My venom that I injected you with has seemed to have made you some type of…super-vampire."

"But how can I go out in the sun?" Only recently had I wondered about that, because the fangs had appeared before, but honestly I hadn't thought anything about it until now.

And then Eleazar walked into the room, putting my mind at ease. "Your shield keeps you from being harmed in the sunlight."

"Have you met others…like me?"

"Not bitten at age four, but yes, I have. In fact, most of us have. We do our best to keep from them, though."

I thought over everything that I was told before sighing, looking back to my father, Carlisle and Eleazar. "So how are we different? Besides my shield? How do we differ from the evil vampires?"

They all nodded like I asked a very intelligent question when really it was only common sense. That is, until Carlisle opened his mouth next, effectively confusing me even more.

"The prophecy."

The prophecy? What the hell was 'the prophecy'?

At that moment, Carlisle and Eleazar looked at one another, both nodding their heads in understanding. Hah! Wish I could say the same.

By now, everyone else decided to come in here out of sheer curiosity, looking shocked, perplexed or even both. Not that I wasn't either one of those, but I needed more to go on than just some prophecy. I was beginning to get a little agitated, by now. "So what the hell is this damn prophecy? What do they do?" By now I had Renesmee in one arm and Allyson in another, both awake, with Miranda and Melissa standing at my side. They had just fed again to calm down, and I was trying to come up with a reason as to why we were all connected with this so-called prophecy when Alice came up to me, shaking her head wildly.

"Bella, you're not connected with the prophecy. You ARE the prophecy! They are all connected with you."

I must've looked like a statue, unmoving as I tried to think of what this all means. How was Melissa connected with us? What were we to do? What was I supposed to do as the one who was mentioned in this so-called prophecy? To say that I was overthinking things would be an understatement, but I couldn't help myself. With so much more room in my head to think, I just let it get away from me. "Melissa, I know a vampire got you pregnant," I said to her as I patted her shoulder in a comforting manner. To me, Melissa was like a little sister and since she was fifteen, it seemed only right to treat her as such. Someone I would still protect, no matter what. "Do you remember what he looked like?"

"I was half-vampire…like the girls, before…you know, so my memories impeccable like yours," Melissa said with a slight stutter as she looked nervously around the room. "Um, are there any colored pencils and a drawing pad that I could use?"

Alice zoomed out and back into the room before Melissa could even finish. Once she had the supplies, Melissa sat down and got to work on her project.

"So what is 'the prophecy'? What am I to do?"

Carlisle sighed, seeming even more serious than he had been before. "Overthrow the Volturi."

Everything was quiet then. All the chatter that had been going on before all of a sudden stopped dead with everyone turning to stare at me. It seemed like hours until Melissa was able to get done with the portrait, so we all gathered around as she unveiled her masterpiece.

Everyone gasped in shock, and I knew I would throw up if I still had the ability to.

"Oh my god!" Alice screamed, covering her eyes.

"Oh no," Esme said, shaking her head back and forth while Carlisle tried to hug her to calm her down.

"Is that…?" Emmett said, not able to finish his sentence. At this point, I felt like I wanted to die all over again.

The picture she drew was an identical match to none other than Edward Cullen, as if she took a photo of him and copied it, EXACTLY, to the piece of drawing paper.

I growled, suddenly feeling very feral and maternal, again. All I know is…He's DEAD the next time I see him, that's for sure!