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I didn't look behind me once when I entered the hospital.

Not to apologize to the woman I ran into, the nurse I yelled at, or even the patient who I sprinted past and almost knocked over. It was one of those times where once I started nothing was going to stop me.

As soon as I caught sight of room 306, I stopped dead in my tracks, flinging the door open without looking.

Deputy Davies was sat in with Charlie, both looking extremely grave. Both heads snapped up to me when the door hit the opposite wall, and I strode in, Emmett close on my heels.

Charlie had looked better, that was for sure. There was a long gash running down the side of his face, but it wouldn't last long. His eyes were tired, but not bruised; he had a broken arm, and I bet he was bruised and sore as hell, but dang him if he said anything.

'Bells,' he beamed.

So I did what any normal kid does. I hugged him.

'I'm so glad you're alright, dad.' I whispered.

'So am I, kid, so am I.'

I pulled away and turned to Deputy Davies, who was smiling at us. I couldn't thank him enough, who knows what could have happened to him out there?

'Thank you for finding him, officer. But I wasn't too happy about not being informed that he was missing.'

'Uhmm, actually, Miss

Swan, we didn't find him. An anonymous caller phoned us to say he was safe.'

'No name?' I asked in suspicion as Emmett slapped Charlie on the back. Men.

'No, and the call was made from a payphone, so we can't even trace it. As Charlie was found safe and well, we won't treat this as suspicious.'

'Have you taken my dad's statement?' I asked quietly, glancing back to make sure he wasn't listening. Like me, Charlie didn't like to be taken care of, nor have duties taken off his hands. It would just hurt his pride if I started asking about witness statements.

'Not yet, he said he wanted to talk to you two first.'

I looked back at my dad, who was laughing with Emmett. Though, there was something that looked like confusion, or worry in his eyes as he looked at his son. I needed to know what had happened in those woods, and I needed to know now.

'Thank you, Officer Davies; I'll call you when you can take his statement.' I said with a perky smile, leading him out of the door and closing it gently behind him.

Charlie went silent as soon as the door had closed and I turned around. Now that there was no one else in the room, there was no reason to pretend like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. The question was, how much did Charlie remember?

'Dad-'

'Dad-'

'Kids-' we all said at the same time, before there was an awkward laugh.

'Look, kids, I know there's something weird going on, and I know you know about it. I'm going to tell you what happened, and then I want the truth from you both, alright?' he said sternly, sounding like a father for the first time since I had moved back home.

'Yeah that's fine.'

'Sure, okay.' We chorused morosely. This was not going to be pretty.

Charlie sighed and stared at the ceiling rather than looking at us. So this is guilt, I thought.

'The last thing I remember before I woke up was walking through the woods to the meeting point and hearing a growl. When I turned around, something jumped at me and presumably hit me on the head, because the next thing I know, I'm in some old building.' He sighed and shook his head, looking anywhere but at the two of us.

'What happened when you woke up?' I asked in an emotionless tone. I was no longer Bella Swan, daughter of the guy who had just been found alive, but Bella Swan, agent of Zeiracorp, and here to get a job done. The abductor was still out there.

'There were three men, or what I thought were men. They said that they needed to get to someone, and having me there would get the person they needed. Obviously I had no idea what they were talking about, until they said the names, "Cullen" and "Swan".' He said with raised eyebrows.

'Who were the men, did you recognize them?' I asked, filing every bit of information away for later. It looks as though I'm going out tonight...

'I don't know who they were, all I know is that they were looking for either one of you two, or one of the Cullen's, and that really makes me angry! Bella, Em, do you know anybody who would do something like this?' he asked with one eyebrow raised turning into a cop. And I really, really hate cops.

'Dad, just tell us what happened.' I snapped, getting impatient with him. 'Who were the men, what did they do, and did they say anything to you?' it felt like I was talking to a fucking 10 year old.

Both Emmett and Charlie were looking at me funny now, but I didn't care. Not only did I need to know what had happened, but I needed to inform the Cullen's so we could figure out what to do with it. And unless you've tried to talk to someone who isn't telling you what you need to hear, you have no idea how irritating it is.

'I have no idea who the men were, and all they said to me was that I'd better hope that the person they were looking for came soon, or I'd be dead.' He shuddered. 'And as for what they did...' he broke off and stared down at the faded cover on his bed. His eyes filled with tears, and I figured those guys must've done something pretty awful.

Oh shit, they transformed in front of him.

Shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck. We are all screwed.

'I think I know what they did.' I said as quietly as I could so that only Emmett's vampire hearing could pick it up. 'Em, I think they were werewolves, and I think they transformed in front of him.'

Emmett stiffened next to me, and his eyes became like slits. I literally felt the growl beginning in his chest as he became more wound up and angry. I put a hand on his arm, and I had to hand it to him, he tried to calm down, but it was only for show.

'Kids,' he sighed, 'I know there's more to this world than we see, and I know there's more to you to than meets the eye. I don't expect you two spill your souls to me, but I'm sick of the lies! And after what I saw...after those men, they turned into...'

'Wolves?' I said gently.

Charlie's head whipped up to me so fast I thought he might hurt himself. His eyes were wide, and his jaw dropped as he looked between the pair of us accusingly.

'You...you know?'

'I think so, dad.' I sighed. 'There are things going on with me and Emmett, and I don't know where to begin.' I sighed, looking up at my brother. He nodded and took the lead.

'Dad, the accident in the woods killed me.' he sighed, staring at the floor. 'I was attacked by a bear, and it killed me. I had to change into something else in order to survive.'

If Charlie had been shocked before, he was certainly shocked now. His breath was coming quicker, and he was having trouble speaking. I was very, very glad we were in a hospital.

'You...you died? Then, you changed? Emmett, what did you change into, I don't understand!' he babbled.

'Dad, I'm a vampire.' Charlie scoffed and shook his head incredulously at his son, not believing a word. 'I'll prove it,' he said.

He picked up the chair by Charlie's bed and bent one of the legs, twisting it complicatedly before putting it back into shape. He then ran around the room a few times at his top speed, creating a breeze in the warm room.

I daren't even look at Charlie.

'Oh my God.' He breathed.

'Yeah, that's why I moved out for a little while.' Emmett said. 'I needed to get myself under control for you. When I moved back in, it was only after I had completely made sure I had my...ugh, thirst under control.' He said uneasily.

'Bella?' Charlie whispered. 'Are...are you...like Emmett? Are you a...vampire?' he stuttered.

'Nope.' I said confidently, really not caring anymore. 'I'm something else. Here, this should explain a lot of questions about me and mom.' I said, getting her letter from my inside pocket, where it always stayed. If Charlie didn't like what we were, then he was going to have to deal with it. Simple as.

I watched his face as he read my mother's last letter. A range of shock, happiness, and sadness went across his face before he settled into deep grief.

'I can't believe this.' He said when he had finished. 'I wouldn't have told anyone what she was! I loved her!'

'It wasn't anything to do with you telling, dad. It was to do with her leaving so that you wouldn't get killed. Why do you think I haven't told you anything? What you don't know won't kill you, quite literally in the case of me and mom.' I sighed, sitting on the edge of his bed.

If he didn't accept me...well fuck knows.

'One of my kids is a mythological creature, and the other is a government spy.' He said to himself, shaking his head. 'I always knew you guys were special, but this? I just can't believe this is happening.' His head was resting in his hands, and I knew he would be crying. But what was I supposed to do?

Emmett looked over and saw the guilt on my face. And that was when he lost it. He may be a vampire, but he was still my big brother and he couldn't stand to see anything upset me.

'So what are you going to do, dad?' he snapped, causing Charlie to look up at us. 'Are you going to turn Bells in and get the torches and pitchforks on me?' he said angrily.

I had to put my hand on his arm to stop him from going any further. It was awkward enough as it is.

'No, why on Earth would I do that?' he asked, confused.

Emmett just glared at him, still pissed, and clearly not believing. Great, it was up to me.

'Em, it's okay, he's not going to do anything.' I said softly. Then I turned to Charlie. 'Dad, Emmett has been living at home as a vampire for around a year now, and I've been living there as a spy for a couple of months. Nothing has happened, we aren't going to harm you, so can you accept us for what we are?' I asked half-heartedly.

Charlie smiled warmly, beckoning us forward. I sat on the bed, whilst Emmett stood at the head of the bed, close to Charlie. He put an arm around us both, looking at each of us in turn.

'You're my children, and nothing that you say or do can make me love you any less than I do. Sure, you're both out of the ordinary,' he grinned. 'But I expected nothing less from the children of Renee Swan! Em, you may be a vampire, and I take that to mean the Cullen's are also...' he said with an eyebrow raised. Emmett nodded, and he carried on. 'But you are still me son, and that's all that matters. And Bella,' he said, turning to me 'You are so much like your mother, in every way possible. I always loved her, and I will always love you, no matter what. You're something special, kid, and I'm proud of you. I'm proud of both of you.' He beamed, hugging each of us.

'You don't mind that I drink-'

'I don't need to know all the gory details, son.' He laughed.

It was the perfect family moment, as far as we went. Emmett and Charlie were laughing, being the typical father and son, whilst the daughter watched on with a smile on her face. Because I did. It was lovely for me to see, but I didn't want to interrupt.

That's just how I am when it comes to the family – don't get too emotionally attached. Even if I had been worrying out of my head for Charlie's safety.

'Guys?' I interrupted. 'I'm gonna go out running, if that's okay? I haven't been lately, and I should.'

Charlie looked at me in confusion before realization dawned on him, and he nodded his head. Emmett hugged me tightly, and said, 'in a bit, kid.', before I walked briskly out of the door.

The way out was a little different from the way in. First, I wasn't in a major rush, so I observed everything around me, like I had been trained to do. Nurses with clipboards walked past me into different wards, putting on a happy smiling face to disguise how exhausted they were. Patients shuffled around in hospital gowns, supported by a loved one. Doctors walked around importantly, looking down their noses at the nurses who were doing all the basic work. Assholes.

'Bella!' someone called. I turned to see Carlisle just coming out of his office, looking a little strained.

Unusual for a vampire.

'Hey, Carlisle,' I said, waiting for him. 'What's up?'

'Ahh, long day at work.' Liar, vampires don't need sleep. 'I've been checking on Charlie every half hour, and everything seems to be going alright.' His expression suddenly became very anxious, and his hands were placed on my shoulders. 'Bella, when he came in, I could smell werewolf on him.' he said warily. So it was true.

'Yeah that's what I figured.' I sighed. 'Carlisle, we had to tell him everything.'

'Are you sure that's wise?' he asked warily.

'He saw the werewolves transform, so there wasn't much we could've done.'

'Hmm,' he said thoughtfully 'we're just going to have to deal with it. But, I best go and check on him again. See you later, Bella.' He smiled, switching from Carlisle Cullen to Dr. Cullen.

'Bye, Carlisle.'

As soon as he had turned away, I walked towards the front doors, suddenly glad that Charlie's room had been on the ground floor. There was no one I knew in the foyer, so I was free to go straight outside without anyone noticing me.

The sides and back of the hospital are the woods, completely surrounding it apart from the main road in front. There was a rail blocking the woods from the hospital, but that was where I needed to be.

I dumped my jacket in my car, picking out two silver knives from underneath my seat and strapping them to my biceps. I looked around me to make sure no one was watching before I stepped over the railing and into the forest, feeling the moist air dampen my skin. It couldn't have been over 30, but already I was quite warm. Running would heat me up even more, but I loved it.

I began to run as fast as I could from between the trees, dodging branches and jumping over roots. PE teachers will tell you to jog slowly so that you have more stamina to keep going. I don't use that. U run as fast as I can in dark, gloomy places so I can get an adrenaline rush , spurring me on and encouraging me to keep going. Besides, I was as fit as I could possibly be, so why would I want to try and increase my stamina anyway?

Running was my most favourite sport. I felt free when I ran, like I was leaving behind all my troubles and starting afresh. Of course, it wasn't ever that simple, but I could dream, couldn't I? The breeze I was creating made my hair flow behind me, causing

out the knife faster than I thought possible, and held it out to the my scent to fly everywhere. Which was probably why it happened.

I was suddenly stopped dead in my tracks with the feeling that I wasn't alone anymore. There was a static movement in the air, like someone, or something was changing... and that was when the wolf emerged from the bushes, just like it had done the previous night.

It wasn't the same one, I was damn well sure of that. This one had a black matted coat, and its eyes were jet black to match. It was much more savage and brutal, which really was saying something. Like the last one, it was as tall as a horse, and as wide as 2 Bella Swan's.

It snarled at me, and lunged for my throat. I whipped wolf. The blade went directly into its neck, making it whine and stagger away in agony. Whilst it was distracted, I lunged for it, making a deep gash in its chest. That seemed to keep it away from its pain, and turn it all into anger. It growled at me savagely, pacing slowly to get the right angle. All I could do was grip both knives tightly, concentrating hard on penetrating the heart.

It seemed to fly as it lunged, but it never came into contact with me. Instead of colliding with me, it hit yet another wolf. It was russet brown, and seemed to have come to defend me at the last minute, though I had no idea why. They both circled each other, snarling dangerously whilst I got into my own fighting stance. As they leapt towards each other, the russet brown wolf was thrown to one side like a rag doll, smacking against a tree and falling to the ground. It was a sad sight, but I couldn't waste anytime worrying about it.

The black wolf, almost gone itself, was getting ready for the last one, the one that would kill me. It was already pissed at me; there was no way it was going to let me live any longer, no matter how well a fight I put up.

But there was no way I was going out without defending myself.

It leaped almost gracefully, a silhouette against the setting sun, and maybe the last thing I would ever see. Still, I held my ground, keeping the knife angling upwards towards the wolf's chest. But it never reached me, after all.

Just as it was about to reach me, something blurred past me, knocking me roughly aside and tossing the wolf through the trees. They were out of sight, but all I could hear was a snapping and crunching of bones, which I hoped belonged to the black wolves.

My head was numb, really numb as I sat up. The russet coloured wolf was beginning to stir, also, and I knew it was about time I got out of there. But I needed to know what had saved me! And I was about to find out. Emerging from the trees in front of me was a tall figure.

Wait, Edward!

'Edward?' I called to it. It seemed to freeze, as though my words were particularly hurtful to it, but then it carried on further out of the trees.

'Not quite, Bella.' A wind chime voice said. It sure had changed, but as my heartbeat got faster and faster I knew it was the voice I knew so well.

'Caleb?' I breathed, terrified, as my supposedly dead best friend emerged from the trees.

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