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Bella's POV

I walked into the kitchen of the Halliwell manor which as of late began to look more and more like the haunted houses in fairytales. Witches and vampires and a werewolf, it was every child's worst nightmare.

At the kitchen table Esme sat with her chair turned towards Piper and her ever growing belly. I waved hello at the both of them and left with a apple, trying very, very, hard not remind myself that child that was not growing inside of Piper was Chris.

Chris who had grown very fond of Alice and Jasper. Chris who still won't talk to me. Chris who is technically in the living room and the kitchen simultaneously. Lovely.

I bit into the apple and felt the juices drip down my chin and my hand and smiled in delight, I had just finished my shift at the coffee shop and I literally had no time to catch a bite to eat on the way home. I moved towards the living room eager to drown myself in Alice's stories of her and Jasper's adventures in New England because I noticed Edward noticing me at the corner of my eye.

But when I glanced down at the apple I noticed that it was redder than it should have been. It was redder than blood.

I lifted my hand to my face and saw what it was. It wasn't and apple.

It was a heart.

I felt a scream rise from my throat, like when the bubbling water makes the kettle whistle. I dropped the heart from my hand and it bounced on the floor rolling away from me leaving a trail of blood in its path.

I felt cold hands at my waist. They were familiar, out of a memory, but they were not Edward's. I twisted my head to see who it was and was greeted to the calm concern of Carlise.

"Bella." It was Chris. I knew his voice, and my name on his lips sounded sweet, like a prayer, like a song. Say it again. Please. Please, "Bella are you... Tell me what's wrong?"

He pulled me into his arms, I must have been struggling with Carlise because he released me to Chris without hesitation. I buried my face into his neck. I was home again. And it was wonderful.

His hands were slowly massaging my back, the way he did when I took him on that surprise vacation to Barcelona and we never left our room. I could still hear him asking me what was wrong, asking me if I was okay, pleading with me to say anything, just a single word to tell him if I was okay, but I wasn't ready to stop being in his arms.

I lifted my head to see the heart, to understand why they couldn't see it, because when they did then they'd know. Yet when I looked at the end of the stairs where the heart should have been there was only the apple I picked from the kitchen. So hallucinations now, first pain now this as if I wasn't going through enough as it was.

I held onto Chris tighter and he responded in kind, "I'm fine. It was just a bad vision."

"You've never responded that way before," Piper's voice of concern said from behind me, "Do you want me to call Leo?"

"Yes, please." I heard my broken voice whisper.

Stupid, stupid Bella. Why didn't I just ask for help before? Why didn't I just go to them? Idiot.

I waited for Leo in my room listening to Jacob argue with Edward outside my door in harsh whispers.

"Listen, dog, I mean more to Bella than you and she means more to me than she does to you. I know how to comfort her so please just leave before I get angry." Edward growled, his hand slamming against my door in his rage.

Jacob scoffed, "Please, what do you know about comforting Bella. Both times that she needed to be comforted you weren't there. She doesn't need you right now and she doesn't me, she doesn't need anyone right now, well, besides Leo. If she wants you or me for that matter she'll ask but since she hasn't why don't you just walk away."

The intensity between the two of them was so strong I could almost see the two of them staring each other down behind my door. Soon I hear the light patter of Edwards feet slowly trudge down the stairs but not Jacobs rough steps, instead there was a soft knock.

"Hey, Bells, get better."

That's my Jacob.

I was still smiling even after Leo orbed into my room, he smiled warmly at me and asked me what was wrong. It took me a second to get used to his formal wear, I never could get accustomed to the robes.

"Not even a hello, Leo, where are your manners?" I smirked and he laughed lightly, looking down at his feet apologetically.

"You're right." He made his way towards me and wrapped one arm around my shoulder, "Hey, you okay?"

I didn't even realize I was crying up until I felt a tear fall onto the back of my hand, "Can you do something for me?"

"Sure. Whatever you need."

'Just ask him you coward.'

"Can- Can you, with no questions asked, tell me if I'm pregnant?" His eyes widened in shock but he remained quiet, forever loyal and faithful.

His hands hovered over my stomach and glowed, his brows furrowed in confusion before he looked back up at me.

"You're not pregnant, Bella." He shook his head softly and his voice was gentle, reassuring me.

And that was it.

I wasn't pregnant.

I was fine.

I took a deep breath that didn't really reach my lungs and buried me head in my hands.

"Leo." My voice sounded muffled, I couldn't really tell if understood me but at this point I just needed to tell someone, anyone, this secret that was eating away at my soul, "Something's wrong with me."

"I know."

Michael's POV

"I do not wish to discuss these matters any longer," I called out to Minerva as she followed me out of the palace walls. We found ourselves on earth for magical disturbances and it was times like these where my patience ran thin with those around me, "Whatever, ailments trouble a young witch are are not meant to be imposed upon by us. That is why there are whitelighters, that is why they were created."

"Brother, please-" She tried plead with my but I couldn't listen any longer, with a wave a my hand she was silenced at once, her pale lips straightening into a thin line and her bright blue eyes shining with indignation.

"Enough. Minerva, I know you feel for the witches that call out for help, I know." I took her cold hands, still clenched into fists of rage, into mine, "But, my dear sister, that is your greatest weakness."

She pulled her hands out of mine as if they had touched fire. Harsh or not, I saw that there was no getting through to her so with a sigh I walked away eager to make a return to our home and away from the ruins of Rome.

"What if I told you the young witch was your daughter." Her warm voice called out to me. I turned quickly and could feel the rush of wind topple the dying trees and rustle the dried leaves that shrouded us. The ground beneath us shook with rage, feeding on the fire of my fury.

"Why am I just hearing about this now?" I demanded, towering over Minerva. She neither looked away nor did she cower, she simply stared into my eyes and her calm aura attempted to envelop the fear that shrouded my own.

"Brother." She smiled as though to appease me however, I could see she was as afraid as I was, "At the time I did not believe it would have ever gotten to this point."

"But you saw the signs." I heard a voice yell to her, it like my my own but it was drenched in anxiety. The voice of a dying man.

"Yes. That I do not deny, but you said only seconds ago that we are not to meddle in the ailments of young witches."

I felt my head shaking as she spoke, incredulous at her poor attempt to right her wrongs, "Bella is different!"

"Because she is your daughter." She spoke the last word as if it were a curse.

"No! Because she is the Supreme One." I turned my back from her, unable to stand the look of pity on her delicate face, "Of course a part of me worries for my daughters safety but... but this was something you should have told me. If you saw the signs before I did, before any of us, you should have informed me sooner."

"I did not believe it would last this long. I thought..." Minerva took a deep breath and when she spoke again her voice was a clear canvas to her emotions, remorseful and frightened, "I thought she would have already made her decision."

"How could she, Sister?" The tears fell freely from my eyes, I did not need to keep my emotions at bay from someone so close to my heart, "We kept her in the dark for so long. I never thought this would happen to her. I suppose a part of me always believed she would never be pushed into this position."

"Perhaps," Minerva walked towards me slowly as her long hair casted a shadow over her face, "It is time we pulled Bella into the light."

I took her hand in my own and nodded in agreement, 'Yes, yes I believe it is.'

I really hope you guys like it , constructive criticism and ideas are welcomed.

Also, I know that I've made it seem like Bella would be pregnant but that was never the approach I was going to take. I just always felt that it wasn't the right choice to make considering that's what happened in the books; I did consider taking that path but the plans I had for Bella would have been really heartbreaking.