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Chapter 12

Previously…

I froze. "Oh there it… Holy…

I turned around to face the voice behind me, already knowing who it was, and was too surprised to run anywhere. I ould feel the blood dripping down my lips and laking down my chin. I must have looked like an absolute monster.

Jeff was standing there with his mouth hanging open and his eyes filled with fear. "Bella… y-you… you're…

Emmett you idiot!

Jeff's eyes were filled with fear. His mouth hung open as if it dangled from hinges. "Jeff," I said slowly.

I reached my hand out towards him. I touched his shoulder lightly. He shook with fear and his eyes looked down and rested on my hand. His breathing quickened and his heart sped nearly double it's normal rate.

But then I realized I was still in hunting mode. I smelled the blood leaking from his knee. It smelled so appetizing; so much better then that deer's blood. As I inhaled my eyes rolled back in my head a bit.

"Help!" I shrieked.

Before I knew it everyone was surrounding me. "Let go Bella!" Carlisle instructed.

"Mommy?" Ness's voice sounded out. I held my breath. All I could think about was his blood. It smelled so good.

I felt hands wrap around my shoulders, and another set of hands on each of my arms. I growled. Jeff started screaming then. His agonized tone reminded me of the person he was. I snapped out of it, shaking my head frantically.

"Dude!" Emmett said. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to sneak up on a vampire while they're hunting?"

"V-v-vampire?" Jeff stuttered, finally speaking. "You are… are you all… oh my…

He trailed off and fainted backwards. Emmett caught him.

I finally took a moment to realize that Edward was the one holding my shoulders. Jasper was holding one of my arms with both hands and Rosalie had the other.

I let myself fall back into Edwards grip. "Close one," Carlisle murmured, taking Jeff from Emmett and carrying him towards the house.

Edward picked me up and lifted me into his arms. I rested my head on his shoulder. Jasper and Rosalie let go of my arms. Edward took me back into the forest and placed me down next to the deer. I kneeled down and sunk my teeth back into the deer.

When I was done drinking it I stood back up and faced Edward.

"What do we do when he wakes up?" I asked.

Edward closed his eyes and focused for a moment before saying, "He's up."

"Did they tell him yet?"

"He's still taking in his surroundings."

'What are we going to say to him?"

"We'll have to tell him the truth."

"What if he can't take it?"

"You could take it when you first learned."

"But I didn't learn from nearly being killed… oh right never mind. You wanted to kill me. But you didn't have blood dripping down your face."

Edward chuckled and swiped his face over my mouth, wiping the rest of the blood away.

"Thanks," I murmured.

Edward leaned towards me and touched his lips to mine quickly before taking my hand and running back towards the house.

When we got inside I saw Jeff sitting on the sofa and rubbing his eyes. "Please get away from me!" he begged.

He turned his head when I closed the back door. Then a loud shriek came from his mouth. "Sorry," I sighed. "For scaring you."

"What are you?" he asked.

"A vampire," I admitted.

Jeff's breath caught in his throat and the smell of adrenalin was so powerful.

The vampire in me loved the smell. But the person in my heart was ashamed of myself. "Don't be afraid," I whispered. "You said vampires are cool."

"Not when they're trying to kill me," Jeff squeaked.

Alice shook her head. Emmett was fighting back a laugh. Rosalie, Carlisle, Jasper, Edward, Esme, and I glared at him.

"So you're vampires?" Jeff asked. "All of you?"

"No," Jacob spoke up.

"Sort of," Nessie said, shrugging.

"Are you human?" Jeff asked, clearly wanting another human there besides himself.

"No," Jacob said.

"Then what are you?"

"Werewolf," Jacob said.

"Oh God!" Jeff shrieked.

"Chilax," Alice said. "We're not going to hurt you."

"What do you guys eat?" Jeff asked, worry evident on his face.

"Blood," Emmett said.

"Are you going to suck my blood?"

"Yes," Emmett said, faking a scary laugh, and rubbing his hands together.

Jeff screamed and stood up, trying to run. "Emmett!" everyone screamed, except for Nessie who had yelled 'Uncle Em!'

I ran at vampire speed and stopped in front of Jeff who screamed again. "Calm down!" I ordered. "Your heart is beating to fast and you may be on the verge of having a heart attack. Nobody is drinking your blood. Emmett is just an idiot. We don't drink people's blood. I'll explain everything to you once you calm down." I turned around. "Esme," I said. "Could you get him some water?"

Esme nodded and walked into the kitchen. Carlisle came over and took Jeff's hand. "Come with me," he said, leading him to the sofa.

Esme came in with the water and handed it to him. "Th-thanks," Jeff stuttered, taking the water with shaky hands.

He touched the glass to his lips and tried to take a sip of the water. But because he was breathing so fast he was having trouble swallowing.

"Think of something happy," Carlisle told him. "Try to calm yourself down."

"You could think of Vanessa," Emmett suggested.

"Vanessa?" I questioned.

"The girl he likes."

"Then why don't you ask her out?" I asked, trying to make conversation.

"Sh-she's a year younger then me. It's sort of… strange," Jeff shrugged, clearly afraid that if he didn't answer I would hurt him.

"So?" Rosalie said.

"I don't know… she's just younger… and I don't know what she'd think of dating someone o-older than she is."

"So what?" I said. "Edwards like ninety years older than me."

Jeff choked on the water and started coughing. The water still in his mouth spilled out and rinsed down his chin.

I tapped his back, the equivalent of a human slapping a person's back. When he finally caught his breath he said, "How old are you?"

"Thirty four," I said.

"Eighty five," Emmett said.

"Thirty two," Jacob said.

"One hundred twenty three," Edward said.

"One hundred five," Rose said.

"One hundred eighty four," Jasper said.

"One hundred twenty five," Esme said.

"One hundred nineteen," Alice said.

"Three hundred and eighty," Carlisle said.

Nessie's hand was grazing over her stomach, touching where the baby was. "Fifteen," she said. "And pregnant."

"Can you start from the beginning?" he asked.

Carlisle stepped forwards. "I was born in 1640."

Jeff gasped. Carlisle smiled and continued on with his story until he got to the part where he met Edward. He motioned to Edward to continue.

"I was born in 1901. I was seventeen when Carlisle met me. My parents and I had the Spanish influenza. After my parents died Carlisle bit me and turned me into a vampire, wanting to save my life. That's my story. Not very exciting."

"But how did you meet Bella?" Jeff asked.

"Patience," I smiled.

Jeff's breathing had begun to slow once Carlisle mentioned that we were 'vegetarians.'

"Well then whose story is next?" Jeff asked.

"That would be me," Esme said. "I was born in 1895," she began and went on with her story until Rosalie came into the picture.

Next came Emmett, and then came Jasper.

Before I knew it Jeff was smiling and wanting to hear more.

Alice's story was next. But she didn't know very much so she just said what she knew.

But then it was my turn. I felt some sort of warmth finally getting to tell my story. For so long I had hear the other's stories. Now I finally had my chance. "I was born in 1984. I lived with my mom in Phoenix after she and my dad split up. But then mom met her boyfriend Phil. They were going to travel around so I went to live with my dad Charlie in Forks. I figured it would be bad and boring. But during lunch on the first day I noticed a strange looking family. They were strange because they were unnaturally beautiful." I closed my eyes and for a moment I let my mind drift back to the unclear memories of my human life. This was one of the clearer memories.

They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. There were five of them. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them. They weren't gawking at me, unlike most of the other students, so it was safe to stare at them without fear of meeting an excessively interested pair of eyes. But it was none of these things that caught, and held, my attention. They didn't look anything alike. Of the three boys, one was big — muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college, or even teachers here rather than students. The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. And yet, they were all exactly alike. Every one of them was chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town. Paler than me, the albino. They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones. They also had dark shadows under those eyes — purplish, bruise like shadows. As if they were all suffering from a sleepless night, or almost done recovering from a broken nose. Though their noses, all their features, were straight, perfect, angular. But all this is not why I couldn't look away. I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful. They were faces you never expected to see except perhaps on the airbrushed pages of a fashion magazine. Or painted by an old master as the face of an angel. It was hard to decide who was the most beautiful — maybe the perfect blond girl, or the bronze haired boy. They were all looking away — away from each other, away from the other students, away from anything in particular as far as I could tell. As I watched, the small girl rose with her tray — unopened soda, unbitten apple — and walked away with a quick, graceful lope that belonged on a runway. I watched, amazed at her lithe dancer's step, till she dumped her tray and glided through the back door, faster than I would have thought possible. My eyes darted back to the others, who sat unchanging.

"Who are they?" I asked the girl from my Spanish class, whose name I'd forgotten.

As she looked up to see who I meant — though already knowing, probably, from my tone — suddenly he looked at her, the thinner one, the boyish one, the youngest, perhaps. He looked at my neighbor for just a fraction of a second, and then his dark eyes flickered to mine. He looked away quickly, more quickly than I could, though in a flush of embarrassment I dropped my eyes at once. In that brief flash of a glance, his face held nothing of interest — it was as if she had called his name, and he'd looked up in involuntary response, already having decided not to answer. My neighbor giggled in embarrassment, looking at the table like I did.

"That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife."

I opened my eyes and let them meet Edwards. "There was just one problem though. The most beautiful vampire of them all was giving me death glares. He was staring at me as if trying to read my mind. But the problem was he couldn't." Jeff looked at me strangely. Edward and Alice had told them about their powers.

"I had science with Edward next. He looked like he wanted to kill me. Little did I know that he actually did. My blood attracted to him. Edward would you like to help me tell the story?"

"It smelled better than anything else I had ever smelled," Edward said. "I was actually planning how to kill the rest of the class to get to her. But I held still and held my breath. It was incredible hard. But I did it. I ran away for a while after that…

Edward went on explaining how he finally came back and eventually got used to my smell. I then talked about the meadow and my eyes locked with Edward's when I did. I talked about how he snuck into my room, the baseball game, and then (shudder) James.

Edward growled under his breath as I told the details. I eventually went onto when Edward left me, how I met Jacob, the whole werewolf plague (which Jacob chimed in about), Laurent, the whole cliff diving and Edward nearly killing himself thing, VICTORIA, our wedding, I mentioned how Esme had an island we honeymooned on (just didn't mention the events, and then finally came to the story of Renessme.

"…After only a few weeks my stomach had a very visible bump on it, I was eating a lot, having weird dream," I looked to Edward and smiled sheepishly. "Crying," I murmured. Edward lips curved up into a smile. "I was pregnant," I finally said. "With Nessie."

Jeff had been taking another sip of his water and nearly chocked again.

"She is your daughter?" he gasped. "How old is she again? How old were you?"

"I was eighteen, almost nineteen, when I had Nessie. She is currently fifteen. She grows much faster than any normal baby. She's half human, half vampire."

I went on to tell him about the gruesome pregnancy. Everyone shuttered at the, especially Jacob, and most of all Edward. I went on about the whole Voultori story.

It was dark by the time I was talking. Carlisle then took a seat in front of Jeff and sighed. "The Voultori will want to kill you for knowing. So you must promise to keep it a secret while we try to figure out what to do. Why don't you go upstairs and-

"No," Jeff cut him off. "I want to go home. I promise I won't tell. I promise I can be good. Please don't hurt me. Please let me go home."

"Alright. You must be back by tomorrow morning though. We have to come up with an idea with what to do with you. Alice drive him home."

"No," Jeff said. "I want to take my car. I'll call you once I get home. Please. I just need some time to think."

"Alright," Carlisle sighed. "Just call me when you get home."

Jeff nodded. "Thanks. I won't tell. I promise."

He turned and scurried out the door.

Carlisle then called us to a family meeting. "What should we do?" he asked.

Everyone just shrugged and stayed quiet.

People talked for a while, and although I knew it was important to listen, I zoned them out. I couldn't help but think that whatever happened to Jeff was my thought for not being careful when hunting.

I slowly listened back and heard Rosalie yelling at Emmett. "You shouldn't have been playing baseball with a human!" she yelled.

"I was throwing it lightly on purpose."

"Yet the ball ended up all the way in the forest?!"

"Stop!" I yelled. "This is all my fault. I should have been more careful when hunting!"

Everyone was staring at me. "Bella," Carlisle sighed. "It wasn't your fault and it wasn't Emmett's. Everything happens for a reason. For example, if I hadn't changed Edward you two would never have met."

I realized the truth in his words.

"Hey why hasn't Jeff called?" Emmett questioned.

"Yeah," Alice said. "It's been over an hour already."

After a little while we began to get a little worried. Had he been hurt? Had he run away?

"This is all my fault," I Edward nodded at something Carlisle thought to him and then turned to me.

"Let's go for a walk," he suggested.

I nodded and followed him out the front door into the dark night.

We walked for a little while, just enjoying each other's company, until we got pretty far away.

"It wasn't your fault," Edward whispered.

"But-

"It wasn't Bella. You have to believe me. It wasn't your fault."

My mouth opened, about to respond, when I got whiff of something that stopped me dead in my tracks. There was a hint of gasoline, metal, and…

Edward seemed to be frozen as well. I knew that last smell. I had smelled it before. But now it was stronger than ever. I suddenly realized why Jeff hadn't called.

"Edward," I whispered. "Do you smell… blood?"