AN: Hello again everybody. I want to thank all of you for the kind words about the story. I am not offended if anyone wants to be critical, just please no flaming. That's the only way I can get better at this. Anywho, this chapter is broken into two parts, mainly because the second part would have been too short to have on its own. Hope you enjoy, and to everyone in the US, I hope you all have a good Memorial Day weekend. I doubt any new updates before beginning of June.

Chapter 6
Wedge

(Edward POV)

I had seen through Alice's mind the vision she saw, and it scared the absolute dickens out of me. First time that had happened in more than a few decades. I couldn't speak of it at the moment, since I was still talking to Charlie and it involved things, that even though he knew the secret of our kind, he could never be allowed to know.

"If you'll excuse me Charlie, why don't you try to speak to Tanya?" I suggested hoping that he would give me an opportunity to talk to Carlisle, from whom Alice was also seeking council. "I think she feels similar to you."

Charlie grinned; a stupid looking, puppy-dog looking grin. He even giggled similar to the way that Bella had in the past; the difference being that Bella was a teenage girl at the time, while Charlie was a middle-aged man. "Okay," Charlie stuttered out. I could hear just how infatuated he was with Tanya despite not having yet talked to her. He finally stumbled over towards Tanya who looked nervous about if she could control her instincts, since his blood was 'singing' to her.

"You'll be fine," I whispered towards Tanya, hoping that she would hear me, while Charlie wouldn't. She nodded at me in confirmation of her receipt of my message. I knew her past; that before she adopted the vegetarian lifestyle that she had killed many of her lovers before. But now I saw how different her feelings were towards Charlie than any of those she had in the past. She would be able to love him without hurting him; of that I was certain.

Alice and I had asked Carlisle to meet us in the backyard, where we hoped we could have some privacy. Carlisle had insisted to involve Eleazar, since his advice could prove helpful.

"Carlisle," Alice belted out in her high pitched, bell-like voice, "It's very strange."

Carlisle looked nervous. It took a lot to have Alice say something was strange. "What is it Alice?" Carlisle asked, growing more concerned with each second.

"It's the Volturi. They're sending Marcus away."

Both Carlisle and Eleazar were as confused as Alice and I were. I knew why they were; the ancients never separated for any reason. The three of them had never been seen apart since the Volturi seized power from the Romanians more than a millennium ago.

"Will he be alone?" Eleazar asked wondering why they would consider such a risky move.

"No," Alice answered, "Dimitri will be with him. They're searching for someone, but I don't know who he is. Somewhere in South America; I think maybe Brazil. I hear people speaking Portuguese."

"Could it be Zafrina or her sisters?" Carlisle asked concerned for the safety of their friends. I could hear his thoughts. This is what he feared the most; that the Volturi would divide and conquer us separately.

Alice shook her head. "It's someone I don't know; just under six foot, black unkept hair, skinny and kind of jittery. They won't find him, but they will be hunting while they're there."

I heard Carlisle and Eleazar search their memories trying to think of someone who fit that profile, but they were all drawing a blank. Just then I saw Alice have another vision, this one more powerful and it scared her more.

"What is it child?" Eleazar asked softly, trying to comfort Alice.

"Can we tell you later?" I asked for my sister, realizing that this was something the whole family needed to hear, and now it included Charlie as well.

Eleazar and Carlisle both nodded in agreement, and returned inside. They noticed that in the twenty minutes they were outside talking that the party crowd had begun to thin out; now only a few of the Quileutes remaining, and all of those either wolves or elders.

I heard Carlisle speculate in his mind that everyone who remained could know about whatever Alice had seen. I nodded in reply and everyone gathered around where Charlie and Tanya were still talking, looking completely taken with each other.

Bella hugged Charlie gently, since Alice had told her that they needed to tell her father everything now. Alice's latest vision had involved him now even though it was still fuzzy, like a final decision had yet to be made. Bella wanted to make Charlie as comfortable as possible, since they had a lot to tell him.

Charlie took a seat on the couch, with Renesmee snuggling into his left side, and Bella on his right. I stood behind Bella, while the Quileutes all sat on the floor, except for Billy who was in his wheelchair. The rest of the vampires stood holding onto their mates, while Tanya stood behind Charlie.

Bella began telling the complete story of why she ran to Italy with Alice; how she met the Volturi and their ultimatum that either she become a vampire or she would have to be killed. I saw Charlie blanch when he was told this, as he realized that this could have very well been his fate if the Volturi ever found out that he knew the secret, but I could hear in his thoughts in the past tense. I understood why after a quarter of a second; he had made his decision to try to be changed.

Bella continued telling he story of just after Renesmee's first Christmas, and how the Volturi came looking for her thinking that she was one of the forbidden; an immortal child. She added the reasons why the creation of child vampires had been outlawed, and also that the Volturi required vampires to be kept in secrecy.

I felt Charlie burn with rage when he was told the whole story about the confrontation with the Volturi about Renesmee. He was irate, no more than that, when he was told that they tried to execute them for doing nothing wrong. He secretly swore that he would try to make them pay for what they wanted to do to his family, but I shook my head at him.

"That won't help Charlie," I said sternly, as if he was the child and I the parent, which wasn't all that inaccurate with the supernatural stuff. "Most of the Volturi guard are incredibly gifted and all of them are very skilled fighters. Alec deprives one of all senses, while Jane can make one think that they are in agony. Although neither of their gifts affect anyone inside Bella's bubble, but if they were to get inside they could affect anyone except Bella."

"Bella's … bubble?" Bella asked with a smiling chuckle.

"Not a bad way to describe what it looked like when Alec's mist tried to find a weak point and found none," Esme mused standing in Carlisle's arms.

Bella smiled at the new name for her gift. "You see, Charlie," Carlisle said as he wiggled his way out of Esme's arms and placed his left hand on Charlie's left shoulder, "many of us have extra talents."

"Yeah yeah, I know. Bella's a shield, Edward can read minds, blah-blah-blah," Charlie said sounding annoyed. "I remember that part."

I frowned as I prepared to tell him more about the gifts. "Some have really powerful gifts. Like Jane can stop someone in their tracks and literally bring them to their knees in pain, but she can only affect one person at a time. Alec can take away all senses from multiple people. Although neither of them can physically hurt anyone, it is just an illusion."

"Would I get a gift?" Charlie asked sounding even more eager to go through it than I thought he would.

"There's just no way to tell," Eleazar said softly. "My gift is that I can see the gifts of those around me, but it is difficult in humans. I never met such a gifted human as Bella was and even with her it was very faint, but there was something there with her back then. But at this time, I cannot feel anything definitive in you."

Charlie frowned. He had hoped that he would be special, but I knew that he was. No matter what he got out of the change, if he did go through with it, he would always be Bella's father and Nessie's grandfather. In addition to having a loving and supportive family who would teach him what he needed to know.

"So Charlie," Alice spoke softly again, "the real reason we want you to know this is that if you go through with this, then you'll completely be a member of our family. But I see something that is kinda scary. The Volturi want to punish us for defying them. When we proved our innocence about Nessie, it bruised their egos; especially Aro's and Caius's. I don't think they've ever had anyone stand up to them before. The thought they could just slaughter us, but the wolves forced them to pause."

"How couldn't they?" Emmett mused with a grin. "They could knock a buzzard off a gut wagon." The last remark accented with a slight laugh as he playfully punched Seth in the right shoulder gently.

"Let's not start comparing stinks, bloodsucker." Seth quipped under his breath, even though Jacob was shaking his head telling him to let it go.

Anyway," Alice continued sounding annoyed, "now they're looking for a way to divide and get us separately. The first thing they need to do is drive a wedge between us and some of our allied covens. Any reason will due. They've already tried the whole werewolf thing, but it didn't work. All of those who witnessed for us realized that as long as they agree while around the Pacific Northwest to not feed on humans, then there will not be a problem."

Jacob nodded in confirmation of this point. This had been a concession in the treaty that Sam and he had both agreed to in the aftermath of the run in with the Volturi a few years ago.

Alice had another vision. She saw Charlie on the ground writhing in agony, with several sets of bite marks on his body. Wait; it wasn't the ground. He was on the medical bed that Carlisle had for Bella. I counted the bites in my head, taking note of their locations. One on his right ankle, one on the right side of his neck, another on his left bicep, and a final smaller set on his left thigh. Four sets of teeth marks, with all of them different sizes. The reddest one was on his thigh, which meant that was where the most venom was injected. But why, I wondered, were there four different sizes of teeth. And why was he bitten on the ankle? There was no reason that location, unless someone wanted to cause him the most agony they could.

Then I focused on the wound on his ankle. It wasn't a bite; too clean as it looked more like a knife wound and there were no teeth mark. But it was still an angry red, which meant that it got infected or something like that. It made almost no sense why Alice could see that wound being so fresh, just slightly older than the bite marks by a few hours at most.

I remembered Carlisle's story; the vampire who bit him wanted him to be in as much agony as possible. If we were to change Charlie, we'd try to make it as painless as possible. That meant we'd probably do it like Bella; injecting the venom directly into his heart, coupled with a few random bites in some spots throughout his body. So that meant that he would be bitten by someone else first, but who.

I saw a look on Bella's face that told me that she wanted to talk to her father alone, so I took Renesmee to the cottage to allow them some time alone.

(Bella POV)

"Thanks, Edward," I whispered to him as he was about to leave with Nessie. Damn! I'm doing it now too. Damn Jacob and that stupid nickname, although he was right; it was easier than saying Renesmee. Edward nodded as he left for our magical cottage.

I took Charlie by the hand and led him up to Edward's old room. The couch was still there, along with a full sized bed for Renesmee to use if she wanted to sleep while we were at Carlisle's house. We sat on the black leather couch and stared into each other's eyes. Edward told me that the only thing that Charlie missed about my human self was my old eyes, his eyes; although to him, the new ones were even more beautiful when they were honey gold. But it had been almost a week since I last hunted, so my eyes had grown darker, almost a mid amber now.

"I still can't believe how good you've handled all of this," I said hugging my father around the bottom of his ribs. At least, I thought it was light until he groaned.

"Bells, can't… breathe," He groaned out in minor discomfort.

I gasped, "Sorry," as I quickly released him but he leaned back in to me and kissed my forehead, just like he used to when I was upset. I was so happy that even with all the ways that I had changed in the last four years, I was still his little girl. He loved me just like he always did, and I understood why after the birth of Renesmee.

"You'll always be my little Isabella," Charlie said softly as it was his turn to hug me.

As he released me, I scowled at him but it only made him grin wider. He knew how much I hated it when he called me by my real name, and he still did it on occasion just to aggravate me. I loved him because he always knew how to make me feel better about anything. Then I remembered what happened when Edward first brought me here. "There's gonna be something you see that'll be too much and it'll send you screaming."

He laughed. "No there won't Is-a-bell-a." He deliberately stretched out my name, emphasizing every syllable.

I smiled, and it grew wider and wider as we both stood up. "You really shouldn't have said that," I laughed out, a high pitched almost bell-like singing laugh. "You're like, waiving a red flag at a bull," I joked more back in my normal, humany voice, which drew no reaction again from him. After a few seconds, my smile became a show of teeth, and something deep in my chest rumbled; a slight growl. His expression didn't change. Now I was half furious and half grateful for his reaction. I decided to press my luck with him. Crouching slightly towards him, I leapt at him. I'm sure that he didn't see me pounce; it was much too fast his his human eyes. I knocked him back onto the couch, careful to not hurt him. I landed on top of him, my hips straddling his stomach, then mockingly went for his neck. I was in total control of myself; that's why I even considered doing this. I had to prove it to myself, that my dad wouldn't be scared of me or my new family. I touched his neck with my lips, and lovingly kissed him with a soft cat-like purr escaping from my lips. That's when the door flew open.

"Bella what are you doing!" I heard someone demand from the door. It was a man's voice, but I didn't recognize it at first until I rolled off of my dad. I saw the look in Charlie's eyes; one of the most sincere love that I had ever seen him give to me. We sat on the couch again, as he pulled me back to him and kissed my forehead again.

I looked at the doorway to see who had rushed in. It was Carlisle. He must have heard my growl and thought that I was about to attack my dad, but when he saw me roll off of him I could only assume that he understood what I was doing; that it was playful. Carlisle apologized and left the room almost silently.

"So what was that about Bells?" Charlie asked my still with his arm around my shoulders.

I shook my head. "Just had to know that you really were not afraid of me."

"I'd never be. You'll always be my baby girl."

I smiled again. He proved exactly what I wanted to know; he loved me as much as ever. "Have you thought any more about it?" I asked, assuming that he knew what I wanted to know about.

He smiled again as well. It was obvious that he had, and was committed to trying it. Now all I could wonder was who he would ask to bite him, or would we try like they did with me.

"I want it to be you, Bells," he said almost as if he knew what I was thinking. I looked confused at him, so he added, "I want you to change me."

"I don't know if I can," I cried out.

"I'll understand if you can't, but why don't you talk to Carlisle about it. It just seems like something that family should do."

I smiled again. My dad was giving me the greatest honor he could, trusting his very life to me. Even if I couldn't do it, and I thought it was at best 50/50, the fact that he asked me first flattered me. But even if I couldn't, I looked forward to being with my dad forever. But still I wondered exactly what had Alice seen. How would the Volturi try to get revenge on us? Where and how would they strike, and could we do anything to protect whoever their target would be?