Twilight and New Moon belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Apparently, my last chapter didn't explain anything. Don't worry, though, the entire ordeal will be explained in later chapters. I also got many reviews stating that readers want more action.

Well here it is! An action packed chapter with bombs, explosions, a helicopter escape, vampires jumping through rings of fire over large vats of chemicals, and they only have 24 hours to find the missing scientists. Okay, not really, but that would be so awesome! Enjoy!

My eyes slowly opened to the drab wallpaper of the hotel room. The drapes were all closed, so the only light came from the lamp next to the bed. I was surprised that even with the very little amount of light, I could see everything in the room with perfect clarity.

My body felt very hard and stiff. I lifted my hand very slowly and looked at it. I gasped with surprise. My skin was perfectly smooth. My fingers were long and slender. I had never described a hand as beautiful before, but that's all I could think of it as.

When I was done starring at my hand, I sat up and looked around the room. Everything was perfectly placed, except for the sheets on the bed, which I was lying on. I marveled at the clarity of my vision. It was like I had spent my whole life watching the world on a black and white television, and someone had just upgraded me to HD. My peripheral vision had increased so much that it felt like I could almost see behind me. The colors of objects were amazingly perceptible to me, even in the partial darkness.

I moved to get out of the bed, and my hand swept across my leg. I was surprised to find that I was very cold and very hard. I held up both my hands. Taking my right hand, I poked my left arm. As I expected it was cold, and it took a little more force to make it move. It felt like I was made of marble.

I stood up a walked to the bathroom. The carpet felt strange against my bare feet, like I could feel to very fibers it was woven out of. I ran my hand across the bedside table as I walked by, and found that my fingers could feel the miniscule imperfections, every bump or indent, every grain of wood.

I even amazed myself with what I could hear. The sound of my footsteps on the ground, and my hand as it swept the table wasn't loud, per say, but I could hear it as easily as if it was someone talking to me. It was as if all my senses had been enhanced a thousand times over so that nothing was hidden from me.

I stopped walking about halfway to the bathroom. My movements confused me. They were too fluid, too graceful. I had spent my entire life falling on my face because I had tripped over my own feet. This way of walking was foreign to me, like I had materialized into a model, and I constantly walked like I was on a runway. I turned around and strolled back across the room, feeling this new way of moving. Eventually, I skipped, loving the motions and the pleasure of being able to do so without falling.

I even giggled. When I did so, my voice surprised me. With my new sense of hearing, I was able to notice that it was different. It was like bells chiming, and it had a very clear ring. I began to wonder what other changes had occurred. I walked into the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror.

I gasped in surprise when I saw myself. I thought I was pale before, but now all color had been drained from my skin. Only my cheeks had a slight flush, probably because my blood was still in my system, though I didn't need it now. My hair had retained its deep brown color, but it shown with a new gloss, like its color had been intensified. My facial features had also been intensified in a good way. My lips had always been too full, but now they fit my face perfectly. My eyebrows had taken on a little more of an arch, and my skin was once again flawless. For the first time in my life, I felt beautiful.

But for some reason, I couldn't believe. I reached out my hand to touch the mirror, to make sure it was real. But my hand flew out faster then I thought possible. It shattered the mirror, and the pieces fell to the floor. My hand floated in midair. I hadn't felt a single thing, I wasn't bleeding, and there was no glass in my hand. Suddenly, Brendon ran into the room.

"Bella!" he yelled, and I looked over, my hand still in the air. He sighed and leaned against the doorframe, "I heard the crash and thought something had happened. It scared the daylights out of me." He looked back over with a sly grin on his face. "By the way, you look really beautiful. Truly, you do."

I dropped my hand to my side. I glanced down to look at the shattered glass at my feet. I caught sight of my eyes. They were no longer the chocolate brown I had known. They were black, with a tint of red around the edges from the blood that still lingered in me. I saw as they became filled with anger. I turned to Brendon.

"You bit me." I stated, once again shocked by the change in my voice. My words were more pronounced and articulate, but still flowed together in a striking way. Their ambiance, even in my anger, was like the peal of a bell.

Brendon turned away. "Yes, I bit you, and I'm sorry. I never meant for this to happen. Please, forgive me."

My mouth fell open in shock. "You turned me into a vampire, put me through three of the most painful days of my life, and all you can think to say is 'Sorry, my bad. Forgive me?' Something is seriously wrong with you!" I screamed at him. He looked back into my eyes.

"Well what do you want me to say? It's not like I ever wanted to do something like that!" He yelled back.

"Oh yes, that right. You thought we were going to be all lovey-dovey for eternity. Well sorry, but that fantasy of yours was delusional." I said sarcastically.

"Look Bella, what's done is done. I'm sorry that I lost control like that, but I can't change you back, nothing can."

I sighed, his words were true, and they cut deep. It was my fault partially, I shouldn't have yelled at him the way I did, edging him on. Now I was a vampire, and there was nothing I could do about it.

But wait, I was a vampire. I hadn't truly admitted this to myself yet, and it was only now that the truth sank in. I was an immortal vampire, a living example of a fairy tale, or perhaps a horror story. Wasn't this what I had always wanted? To be able to live an eternity with the one I loved? This thought brought back the current situation.

"Edward was in Jacksonville." I said to Brendon. He had moved to sit on the couch, and he just nodded, his head in his hands.

"Bella, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Stop apologizing. It's my entire fault. I should have never lead you on like that, it was wrong of me. I should have explained the situation to you, not just…look, I'm sorry. This," I said, waving a hand at myself, "This was my fault too. I shouldn't have made you mad. I was just feeling so betrayed and angry; I couldn't stop everything I wanted to say from spilling out." I felt like I was going to cry, but my eyes weren't watering. I realized I would never be able to cry again. This only wanted to make me cry more. "I'm sorry Brendon." I whispered, and the sobs started to break up my voice.

"Bella, no, none of this is your fault." He said, rushing over to me. He came extremely quickly, but I could now catch his every movement. Before, it would have seemed that he had disappeared from where he was to reappear at my side. But now that wasn't the case. It wasn't that he was slower; it was that my vision was faster, and my mind could comprehend what was happening.

"Bella, you can't blame yourself for this." He slowly wrapped his arms around me. But I pushed away, my sobs had stopped. "What's wrong?"

"Brendon, I need you to understand that nothing is happening between us. You can't keep acting this way, I don't love you. I know it sounds harsh, but you need to understand the truth." I told him, my voice as serious as I could make it. He hung his head and sighed.

"I know Bella. But maybe, someday, you could feel the same way. I'm not saying you have to now but…I'm willing to wait."

I just starred at him, my mouth slightly agape. "Are you even listening to me? You don't get it. I don't love you, and I won't ever love you. I'm sorry, but that's just the way things are."

"You can't possibly still love Edward, can you?" He asked, mystified, "He broke your heart, he's the worst kind of monster. How could you even care about him?"

"Edward may have done those things, but that doesn't mean that I don't still love him. Love means that you're willing to look past the flaws and see the good. And just because he doesn't love me, that doesn't mean I can't love him." Then a thought came to mind. "I have to find him."

"What?" Brendon exclaimed as I went to go change my clothes. I shut the door of the bedroom and yelled back to him through it.

"If Edward was looking for me, than he has something to say. I need to find him and find out what it is. Then when he sees that I've changed, maybe he'll be willing to take me back." As I slipped on a shirt, I realized two things. One was that my clothing didn't fit my new slim figure. I had gained curves in the right places, and my waist was slightly smaller. I would need to go shopping.

The second thing was that even if Edward didn't take me back, I would make him. I was now just as strong and fast as he was. If he ran, I would run after him. I wouldn't let him be distracted anymore.

I walked out of the bedroom and Brendon grabbed my wrist. "This is insane, you can't leave. You're a new vampire Bella. If you walk out into the middle of the lobby you're going to massacre everyone. Plus, it's the middle of the day. Don't you have any sense at all?"

"First off, it's drizzling outside. I can hear it as well as you now." His eyes grew hard. "Second, I'm going to have to leave the hotel at some point. I might as well do it now. Some of my own blood is left in my system, so I'm not thirsty. This is actually the best time to leave."

I meant to only shake off his grip. But as I flung my arm, he held on longer than I expected, and I didn't know my own strength. He ended up flying across the room and hitting wall. A large indent in the plaster was left. He stood up and yelled at me, "What did you do that for?!"

"I'm sorry…" I looked at my hand, "I didn't know I was that strong…I really didn't mean to…"

He sighed, "Bella, this is why you can't leave. Even if you're not thirsty, you could hurt someone without meaning too. We'll just stay a little longer. Besides, you don't know where Edward is. He could have left Jacksonville by now."

"I don't care. I'm leaving." I told him, heading for the door. He moved in front of me, blocking my path. "Get out of my way Brendon." I told him, and I was surprised that I actually began to growl. It came from deep in my chest, and resonated in my throat. I sounded like a giant cat.

"No, you're staying here. I'm not letting you go alone. You wouldn't survive a minute out there without me." Brendon told me sternly.

"You think I can't take care of myself? I'd probably be better off without you. Now move." And I pushed him out of the way. Once again I had underestimated my strength, and he flew across the room onto a coffee table, shattering it. I didn't care, I simply walked out of the room.

Walking towards the elevator, I watched as the doors opened and a middle aged man walked out, reading a newspaper. I could smell him from all the way down the hallway. I expected him to smell appealing to me, but instead, I was slightly repulsed. Still, I held my breath, hoping that my sense of smell would stop, so that I didn't actually kill this man. I found that as I walked down the hall, not breathing didn't begin to hurt, and my sense of smell did dull.

As we walked past each other, he didn't look up from his paper. I thought everything was going to be alright, until he suddenly took a wrong step and bumped into me. The breath I had been holding was let out, and I could smell again. The scent of the man's blood hit me full force, and I fell to the ground gasping.

"Oh my gosh, are you alright miss?" he asked. I sat there on my hands and knees, feeling ill. The man's blood smelt like a mixture of rust and salt. It made me want to be sick. "Do you need help?" the man asked again, his hand reaching to me. Brendon suddenly flew out of the room.

"Bella!" he screamed down the hallway. I brushed the man's hand away, as carefully as I could. It worked, and all he did was step back. I got up quickly and ran the elevator. I turned at the last minute to run down the stair well. Running downwards in the circular motion, I realized it was going to take forever to get to the bottom. Brendon was close behind me, and I wasn't going to let him lock me up in a hotel room. I needed to get to Edward. So I made a quick decision.

I grabbed the handrail, hoisted myself over the edge, and dropped down the center of the stair well.

They did it in movies, right? So I figured it would work. Wrong. The stairwell was extremely thin, so there was very little space for me to fall through. I stuck my arms as close to my sides as possible, and tried to remain very strait. When I did hit the bottom, I felt the floor crumple beneath me. A scream escaped my lips. But I stood up and felt my legs. They were unharmed, just like the rest of my body.

I looked up the stairwell to see Brendon's face from the top levels looking down at me. I was able to see his face perfectly, and it was a wonderful mix of shock and awe. I cracked a smile and ran out the emergency exit.

As I had predicted, it was rainy and overcast. I was a little disappointed, I had wanted to see my skin sparkle, but I knew it would have been a disaster if someone had seen me. I ran around to the hotel garage, amazed at my speed. It seemed like people didn't even see me, and I was able to dodge between them easily. I held my breath again, not wanting to get sick from the smell of all the people's blood that was around me.

When I found the rental car, I smacked my head with my hand. I had forgotten the keys. How stupid could I get? This was really bad…

"Looking for these?"

I spun around to see Brendon standing not ten feet away, the car keys dangling in his fingers. A smug grin was plastered on his face.

"Your little stunt on the stairs was interesting. I'll admit I was impressed, if not amazed that you actually pulled it off. But you really should have thought your whole plan through before running off."

I glared at him, the growl coming up from my chest again. "Give me the keys, right now."

"No, I'm not letting you leave like this. You can't just-"

But his words were cut off as I rammed his chest with my elbow. A sound escaped his lips that was somewhere between a gasp and an 'oomph'. But I quickly grabbed the keys from his hand as we were still falling in midair. He landed on his back, with me on top of him, and I quickly got up and ran over to the car, opening the locks.

I got in the drivers seat, and shoved the keys in the ignition. I grabbed onto the steering wheel a little too hard, crunching it in my fingers. I cursed quietly to myself as I backed up and pulled out. I was very careful to not punch down on the gas too hard, for fear that it too would break.

As I passed Brendon, he was still lying on the ground, starring at me. His eyes were wide with shock. As I sped by, I shouted to him,

"Sorry Brendon!"

I knew he could hear.

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