Disclaimer: I dreamt my story, just like Meyer. But in her story, Edward's gayer. (fruit cake like)
She owns it, hones it, and so much more

*I would finish the Disclaimer, but I am so overcome by grief that I can't bear to write any more – sorry*

Chapter 9:

Life is a total bitch

Bella's POV

We never did find out what the rest of the vision was, although, looking back on the things to come, I am pretty sure I know what it was. As soon as she said they were coming 'now' I walked away to change into clothes suitable for a meeting with the pricks and waited at reception for them to show.

I blatantly ignored Jessica, who angrily tapped at her key board, with much more ferocity than usual. It side tracked me for a moment, what happened to make her this pissed at me now? Was she pissed enough to lie to her daddy about me?

I felt like I was on to something, but I couldn't entertain the thought for too long because they were here, three of them, looking smart and official in their all-black-minus-the-white-shirt suits and dark sunglasses. It was obviously all for show, I mean, who wears sunglasses inside! Alice would call this a fashion disaster. (Since coming here she had acquired a taste for all things fashion).

The brusquely held a hand for me to shake, and I took each in turn. To their credit none of them looked even slightly surprised to see me waiting for them. They turned led me to a meeting room and clunked their brief cases on the desk.

"Miss Swan, we have a few issues to discuss with you today. First of all, we have come across a tribe of shape-shifting wolves who track vampires as well. We have formed an alliance and they will be here tomorrow to train under your instruction until they decide to leave, but they will fight with us against the vampires. I trust you have no problem with this?" The tallest of them spoke, the other two flanking him, nodding.

Yes. Yes is did. I had no idea about their physique, powers, strength, and degree of former training. It could quickly become a complete mess. Especially if it was a group. "None at all"

"Good. I am afraid this next issue is a bit more serious. It has come to our attention that you are holding back friends of yours that otherwise would have been passed for the mere fact that they are your friends. Now, I understand that three of the friends at issue are relatively new, so there must have been a mix up with information there as we hardly expect them to be ready. We also know that one has already been passed, so that must be another mix up. But there is a fourth that has our attention. Miss Rosalie Hale has been here for five months, and is top of your class, but has not been passed. Why is this, Miss Swan?"

"Because she is not better than me yet. Every student I have passed has beaten me in hand to hand combat. The other one you mentioned, who must be Emmet, beat me. So I passed him. She has not, although I do suspect it she will soon." That last part was my downfall, if I could change anything, it would be taking that back.

"I am glad you agree. As we have decided to intervene and pass her now. She is, as of this moment, a fighter." They gathered their brief cases and made to leave, ignoring my protests.

One of the 'sidekicks' turned with his hand on the door knob and looked at me over his shoulder. "In three weeks we are launching our next attack. By this time you need to have the Quilulite's adequately trained and Miss Hale ready to fight. This information is classified, so keep it to yourself will you?"

Then they left, and I sat there in stunned silence.

Telling Rose was the hardest thing I had to do. Ever. She and Emmet were in our room, heads bent together, talking quietly, imagining a better time, a better world. They heard me come in and looked up expectantly, their faces so filled with worry for me that I almost broke down then and there. But I don't cry. Ever.

"Rose, someone thinks you are ready to fight. It is out of my hands. You will stand by us the next time." I said all of this monotone, not trusting myself to say more than I should, or to break down into a blubbering mess. I couldn't tell her that the 'next time' was in three weeks, or that the chances are she wouldn't survive. I left them, Emmet raging over the unfairness of it all, and Rose in shock – and, I suspected, happy that she would stand by Emmet.