--I have some more of the FAQ!! (yay!)

Q: How do you play 'Honey If You Love Me'?
A: Everyone sits in a circle. Then one person goes up to a random person in the circle and says (how ever you want, and along the lines of:) "Honey, if you love me, please smile." Then the person you asked that has to say "Honey, you know I love you, but I just can't smile" without smiling. Since I dance, the teacher taught us to laugh at anything, so I'm naturally a smiley person.

Q: Are you going to change Christopher/Madison?
A: I get this one in reviews AND PMs. So here it is: Not in this fic. Sorry. There WILL be a sequel centered on Madison though. Nevertheless, for now, this fic is just on Madison, Edward, and Bella (though it may not seem like it right now).

Very short, but those are the FAQ's for now.

I may not post for a bit because my head is killing me. I had twelve (12) Novocain shots in EACH SIDE of my face on my bottom jaw. That was Halloween MORNING at 11. I didn't get feeling back in my face until 9:30 AM the next morning. I was almost literally high from the drug, that's why I didn't post the last chapter until very late. (That and Ghost Hunters was investigating Waverly Hills Sanatorium again ;))

(I know this is a long authors note, but bare with me)
I spent my actual Halloween in the dentist having three cavities filled. They couldn't numb my right side on the bottom because my nerves are all screwed up. I have some teeth without nerves, some teeth with three nerves…wtf…Then I dressed up in my Winry Rockbell Cosplay costume (hand made!) and handed out candy while my 18 year old brother drove around in his car trick-or-treating.

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Disclaimer: Yeah. I'm disclaiming…

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Chapter 25: Gun Point

Madison woke up in a daze. She was relieved that her headache was finally gone, but pissed that it was replaced by nausea. She lay in bed until her mother came up to get her. She glanced over at her alarm clock and spotted Edward sitting in her desk chair, watching her. Actually, it was more of a glare.

She glared back. "What? What the hell are you doing in here?"

He laughed blackly. "You know. You are a bad liar." Her stomach twisted. What secret did he find out? "Just like your mother." He smirked. She rolled over to her side and left her arm hang across her body and touch the floor.

"Okay, smartass, what did I lie about." She slurred the words. Her mouth was dry and she just wanted him out of her room.

"The drugs," he replied flatly. She found it weird that he never moved and inch, and that he didn't look like he was talking.

I'm hallucinating, she thought. She was about to yell at 'Edward' when Bella walked in. Madison looked back at her desk.

He was gone.

"Get up, it's late." Madison made a show of rolling over and falling on the floor, not moving. "Get downstairs in the next five minutes, or I'm coming back up," Bella threatened with a smirk.

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Madison stood up at the top of the stairs, she tip-toed down a few steps to hear what was going on. She leaned around the wall slightly to see and older looking guy…

…he had her mother at gunpoint.

"Mommy…" she whisper cried.

"Madison, stay there," Edward said sternly. She hadn't seen him standing in the kitchen, out of view of this guy.

She watched Edward flip out his phone and speak fast into it. Her shut it and snuck over to the stairs at such a high speed, that this person had no chance of seeing him.

"Who is he?" Madison whispered.

"Bella's father, your maternal grandfather."

"Bella…no…you're not Bella. You're a monster." Bella winced at Charlie's choice of words. "Bella shouldn't look like she's eighteen still. You messed up there, who ever…er…whatever you are!"

"It is me, dad."

Madison took off. "No," Charlie replied, aiming. "You're not Bella." He pulled the trigger.

Madison heard Bella and Edward yell. The front door, which had already been open, allowed the flow of vampires to come in. She heard people rushing around. She couldn't see. There were black spots in her vision.

She didn't know what had happened. She remembered running for her mother, and then falling backward to the ground.

"HOW COULD YOU SHOOT HER?!" Bella screamed at her father, who was now being held back by Emmett. Charlie looked confused and scared. "HOW COULD YOU SHOOT MY DAUGHTER?!" That cleared it up for him.

"We need to get her to the hospital," Carlisle said in his calm, even voice. Edward motioned for one of his siblings to pick Madison up and take her to the car. He walked over to Bella and she collapsed into his arms.

"Go," he hissed to Charlie. "Go, and never come back." He lifted up Bella, cradling her, and carried her to his car.

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"The bullet is sitting right next to her lung. She's lucky that it didn't puncture it," Carlisle explained to Edward alone.

"So will she be okay?" Edward fought to keep his tone even. He could tell Madison still didn't like him. Maybe she didn't hate him as much. Maybe, over time, she'd grow to like him. Maybe she'd forgive him.

"I'm almost positive."

"Almost?"

"Well…there is a chance that the trauma will leave her in a coma. It doesn't happen often, but when she was shot, she passed out almost immediately."

"When's her surgery?" Edward asked. He wanted so badly to get back to Bella.

Carlisle glanced at his watch. "Five minutes. I'm not allowed to operate, since I know her." Edward's eyes widened. "However, since she's my granddaughter, I've requested that I be present during the operation."

"Doesn't make me feel good about it. How well does this guy do on removing bullets?"

"I called in an old friend. He usually worked in hospitals near gang activity, so he has a lot of experience in removal of bullets."

"Old friend…?"

"Do you remember Dr. Ecklund?" Edward nodded. It made him feel a lot better that another vampire would be working on his daughter instead of an ignorant human.

"Let's go. Bella is probably pulling all her hair out," Edward mumbled, leaving the room.

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PLEASE REVIEW! I'm going to be a bitch and request that until I get the review count up to 410, I won't update. I don't usually do this, because I find it slightly annoying, but I need a bit of time. I find it annoying because if you review, you're now dependant on other people to hurry up and review. You know what I mean? You've done all you can, now you have to wait because you did what you were told.