How long was soon? Gosh, I'm so sorry for having you guys wait fro so long, I kind of procrastinated, and then I had other stories, so yeah.

Extended Ending 3

Abby's POV

It's been about two years, since the 'fateful incident' as Marie likes to call it. Let's see I'm still human, and live with nine vampires and a hybrid of a vampire and a human, Nessie who we all love very much. I'm 20 now, wow I'm an adult, I'm still the bigger sister here. Xavier, that was our evil captor's name, I never knew someone could be so evil, except in cartoons or something, like that. Edward said, that his thoughts were- horrible. But he said it; in a way which obviously meant that horrible was an understatement. I'm so glad, I'm still alive, sort of everyone else who knew us thinks we're dead. Including Frankie, I miss her, even though since we moved to Forks she was too busy for anything, she still showed us love. She took us in, when dad and mom got divorced, and mom became an alcoholic, and started to abuse us. I still shudder at the memories, anyway when she was caught, by a very noisy, but nice neighbor who filmed our (thank God) last beating, and showed it to the police, mom got arrested. When Frankie found out, she was so disappointed and sad in her little sis, we didn't have much of family left, Uncle Charlie just divorced Renee, and was going 'through a tough time' as Frankie put it. And grandma was dead by then; even if she was alive she was too old to take care of us.

When we lost the house, in Los Angeles, we moved to Forks, but our stay was cut off short their too. What Xavier did to us, still kind of haunts me to this day, it as very scary to go through all that, and then find out your cousin, and her husband and his family are vampires, and your sister is becoming one. It's not easy thing to do, especially at my age, what was worse was faking our deaths, and leaving Frankie all alone. I saw her cry at our funeral; I never saw her cry, since the day Mom got arrested. I found out that Mom is still in jail, and when s he found out we were dead, she was drunk, she shrugged and said, "Hey Sam, hand me another round of Vodka." That's defiantly, the way I wanted it to turn out, but I knew that when she found out she wouldn't care, my father was nicer, he took it pretty hard, he came to our funeral all the way from his home in New York, and stayed to help Frankie. I love him for that, a lot has happened over these two years.

"Abby!" I heard Marie shout. "Yeah?!" I shouted back. She pointed behind me and said, "Look out!" she was running vamp speed to me. I turned around and saw a truck collide against my car. Then everything went black.

Marie's POV

Alice gasped beside me, she pointed straight ahead. I saw Abby pulling in the parking lot, and a white truck heading her way. "Abby!" I yelled. "Yeah?!" she yelled back. She had no idea, why won't she look into the rear view mirror or something? I pointed behind her and shouted, "Look out!" I was running vampire speed towards her, she turned around and saw the white truck, just before it her. She was bleeding, all over, I pulled her out of the car, she was unconscious, I had no idea what to do.

But Edward did, he had two medical degrees, he stopped her bleeding, we got her to the hospital, Carlisle said, "She has a concussion, a broken leg, and a few scars and bruises but she'll be fine." I don't think anyone knows how relieved I am, except Edward and his mind reading, and Jasper and his I-know-what-you-feel power. But besides them no one knows.

I walked into Abby's room, the walls were white and the curtains light green, and her small white hospital bed, was in the middle of the room. I could hear the beeping sounds coming from her heart monitor. She opened her eyes, "Hey," I said. "Hi, Marie," Abby said. "The truck hit you pretty hard, how do you feel?" I asked. "Fine, I guess well for someone in a car accident, but I'm alive," she said. "Yeah, Carlisle said that you have a concussion, a broken leg, and some bruises and scars but that you'd be just fine," I said. "That's good to hear, how's the driver?" she asked. "The what?" I said. "The driver how is he?" she repeated. "Fine, I guess I think he's alive too, I really don't know," I said. She nodded, well not really she was laying on the bed, she looked kind of ugly. Well not, ugly ugly, but still pretty bad. Her face was pale, and her hair kind of messy, and then she was wearing that ugly uncomplimenting hospital gowns, and she just looked sick. Bu then again she is a hospital patient, so I can't really blame her.