AN: It's shorter I know, not all of us (me) can write like hell all the time. Good news though: I have Wed, Thurs, and Fri off for some senior thing, whatever I'm happy! Friday I'm uber busy and I'm auditioning for a play on Thursday but still... so I'll probably write a lot more really soon!

Chapter 11

Bella POV:

Alice charged into the hospital room, Edward sheepishly following her. The soccer game. Edward.

"Edward."

The sound of my own voice startled me; it was scratchy and weak. I cleared my throat. "Edward, tell me what the heck is going on?"

I looked him straight in the eyes, feeling much stronger after just looking at him. He looked guilty and worried.

"Please," I added quietly.

Edward POV:

"Please," she begged softly, her brown eyes burning mine.

'Edward,' Carlisle thought, 'something is obviously not right with her. What happened at this game?'

I gave a short exasperated sigh my hands balled, fingernails digging into my palms.

"Bella", I murmured, "There's something you don't know..."

Alice POV:

'She would look so good in green or blue. No, not green, it'd overpower her pale skin and clash with her hair. Definitely not a summer… spring? Possibly I—'

I looked over to see Edward glaring at me. I stuck my tongue out. 'Oh, well, my apologies Edward, for skipping this boring speech about our history that I've only known for about a million years.'

I was the only one bored in the room. Carlisle was too busy in his own head trying to come up with some explanation for Bella's vampire-ness. It looked like he was thinking up a storm; his eyes grew more concerned by the minute. Edward was, of course, too busy to care about his poor sister while he explained to Bella that I was so damn fast during the scrimmage because I'm really not human and that… Well, we think that you're 'different', too, because no one could possibly run that fast and be human. Tedium. Pure tedium.

Then the back of my eyelids started itching, my head spun, and my mouth grew dry; I was having a vision.

Bella POV:

Was this some immense practical joke? Vampires, psh, yeah right. At least that was what I was trying to tell myself. But then, I made the mistake of looking into Edward's golden eyes and it seemed a whole lot more realistic. He was faster than any person could be, not to mention more beautiful. It fit. His story fit. There was no point in lying to myself.

"Edward?" I asked. "That explains...you, but why am I in a hospital?"

He glanced at Dr. Cullen; I'd forgotten he'd been in the room. Something was decided in that brief contact: Carlisle spoke this time.

"Bella..." he sighed. "My son and daughter," gesturing to Alice and Edward, "have observed that you are...more... powerful in their presence."

I was totally lost now. Vampires? I was...what around them? What was hell going on with me?

Edward POV:

'She fell as soon as you let go?' Carlisle questioned me. I nodded. 'And during the game she was sporting vampire qualities?'

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" I whispered, too quietly for any human to hear.

"Ask me what?"

Bella POV:

"Ask me what?"

Carlisle looked even graver. "Bella", he said. No beating around the bush. "Have you noticed any…differences in your speed or strength during your sports?"

I hesitated before answering. "I— I've been running a lot more," I stuttered. "Nothing big." What a lie.

Edward's eyes bore into mine, beautiful and worried. It was impossible to look away. I gripped the metal sides of the bed and gasped when they bent like putty in my hands.

AN: Dun dun DAH!