A/N: I did not want to deviate too much from how things were experience-wise for Bella as she wakes up. There are some very noticeable differences. I had to make some choices about what she would want and what Edward would want and what they needed. No lemons here, but they are coming.

This is entirely Bella's POV, but she talks a lot more, and the family is not in the room with her, but no doubt listening to every word (bypassing the want, damn Emmett.) It seemed only fitting that the next chapter is from Edward's POV, and the family is less irritating. So, that is why it took me a while to find what I wanted this chapter to express.

I do enjoy reading your reviews. They give me the motivation to post. This week I was in a foul mood, thus the New Moon one-shots (I have completed the last part of the second one-shot I posted, I just need to edit it.) Writing the gooey is much harder when you are in that mood. So, I am so sorry if I haven't responded to them yet. I started this series on a whim, not realizing that Breaking Dawn was going to be much harder to twist than any of the others, especially Twilight.

That said, there are bits and pieces from Breaking Dawn within this chapter. Stephenie Meyer is the owner of all things Twilight. I am the owner of the original characters. No copyright infringement intended.

"Wow, this is… bizarre. Everything is so clear! So sharp! So, defined!"

My brain whirled with thoughts- not just one, or two, too many to estimate. All the good, bad, and darn if I wasn't throbbing with curiosity. It all seemed… natural… easy… just distracting. The brilliant lights overhead were blinding bright. Yet, I could see the glowing strands of the filaments inside the bulbs.

"I can see every color of the rainbow in the light, but at the edge of the spectrum, is that an eighth-color? What is that all about?" I asked a bit freaked out.

Edward had the delighted face of a man who had seen it all before—he had. No one informed me of this, and it freaked me out. As a magician, one who practiced Phosphermancy, an eighth-color was brand new to me.

... Why was I wasting so much time speculating about this?

"I should have known you would handle this better than any of the rest of us did."

I didn't think he was right, but… Okay…

An inscrutable smile materialized on Edward's lips, and pride emanated from him.

"To be fair, I spent six months preparing. I also didn't wake up with voices in my head. Okay, one," I allowed before Edward folded his arms close around me. I loved that I was stronger than him. Unbreakable.

I twisted around, my back to Edward's chest. He shifted his arms to wrap around my waist. I continued observing my surroundings through this strange, crystal clear vision. I was an inquisitive creature.

Behind the lights, I could distinguish grains in the dark wood ceiling above. In front of it, I could see the dust motes in the air, the sides the light touched, and the dark sides, distinct and separate. They spun like little planets, moving around each other in a celestial dance. The dust was so beautiful that I inhaled in shock; the air whisked down my throat. The action felt wrong. I considered and realized the problem was that there was no relief tied to the action. I didn't need the air. My lungs weren't waiting for it. They reacted indifferently to the influx. I didn't need air, but I liked it.

Edward leaned his chin on my head, reveling in my inner musings about this strange world.

I could taste the surrounding room, the lovely dust motes, the mix of stagnant air mingling with the flow of slightly cooler air from the open window. Most of all, the taste of Edward's scent.

So strange how intoxicating it was. Edward was my own personal brand of heroin.

I screwed my body around again. "What do I smell like?" Still, I felt too immersed in these tiny details.

"You smell like the elements. Once upon a three days ago, lavender and freesia. Now, Lilly does. When you were changing, there was a hint of honey, but that's passed. I don't have a precise explanation; not sweet, not bitter. Excellent for you and remarkably distinctive. Intoxicating. Jasper said my venom marked you when you smelled of honey, but it could be the sun."

"What about Masen?"

"Honey, lavender, and rain," he responded.

"Aww, a combo of us both."

"I hadn't considered that idea. My concerns were focused elsewhere, but yes, that sounds correct."

I was chomping at the bit to learn more. "Come, sit, tell me more." I sat on the couch in Carlisle's office.

Edward's expression was hesitant, "you don't want to hunt?"

I noticed a minor burn in my throat, but the more significant burn came from wanting to know more about my children. My burning desire for my husband was 10,000 times more dominant.

Another thought popped into my head as I waited for Edward to join me on the couch. I didn't need to sit ever again. Still, it felt natural, the human part of me, was comforted by casual, that hadn't changed.

Edward plopped down and laced his fingers with mine. "Well, they demanded blood at first. Of course, Rosalie, gave in to their every whim, until Carlisle put his foot down. The switch did not make them happy. When they were ravenous enough, they took the formula, it's been smooth sailing since. Masen sleeps more than any individual I've ever encountered; it's entertaining and cute. Lilly is perceptive, she enjoys pushing the narrows of her sleepiness. She's amused by the family. Knowing that… Emmett and Jasper are still competing for the most amusing uncle title." Edward rolled his eyes. "Their skin seems impenetrable. They look more mortal than vampire."

"They can look into the veil, and show others, right?"

"Well, it was Masen who showed me… you. I am not altogether certain, nor is anybody else what their gifts are. All that could be because of their connection to you. Masen might manipulate emotions and urges. He is not an Empath like Jasper as he doesn't feel anybody else's; he can make us feel what he demands. We classify those types of powers as manipulators, something we need to look out for. Our desires are potent and can overwhelm humans."

Edward stared off, worried about something. I would have to see for myself or feel for myself before I commented.

"Lilly, well, other than being super protective of us all, and even more so of Masen. Her ability may not have developed yet, or she cannot reveal what it is. She saw you astral project without aid from Masen; again, we don't know why that is."

Feeling smug, I responded, "Yeah, that was handy."

"Bella," Edward spoke, his manner severe, "You will be powerful, and have many abilities. Nothing obvious right now. I presume we'll see. It is your aunt and brother who maintain, that because of your many talents before the change, those likely intensified. The gifts your mom said would start coming to you by the age of 25, likely manifested during the transition. The what, when, why, and how is an enigma. You look like the same Bella to me."

I felt wonderful hearing that. I knew how to handle magic. If I had woken up with Edward's capability, I might have gone psychotic.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that there was a mirror in the office, one that hadn't been there before. I glimpsed at it. I needed to see if I looked like the same old Bella.

Hearing the thought, Edward rose, tugging me up, so I could check myself out.

I was in a black tank top and yoga pants. It shocked me; Alice had honored my request. I knew the red eyes would disturb me, but there was nothing I could do about them. They would dissolve, and Alice went nuts purchasing contacts in assorted hues. My hair was lengthier, fuller, wavier, and more luminous than it had been. The blonde streak disappeared, thank god. Instead, crimson red streaks ran through my natural mahogany color. Edward's signature penny like colored hair was still that.

My were cheeks angular, and my nose was straight. My eyelashes were fuller, longer, I could bat them like Edward. I thought, perhaps I could be the dazzler now.

"Without difficulty," Edward acknowledged my thought.

I began doing internal cartwheels.

My lips were perfect and pink. I wasn't positive if it was the pregnancy that changed the shape of my body to resemble Rosalie's, but I didn't care. I did not tell her this, but she was the personification of beauty in my eyes. I was relieved to see that my muscles had returned to their pre-pregnancy form.

"I look like me, but don't at the same time." An explosion of giggles escaped my lips, "shit, my voice!" I hadn't caught that before. I was focusing very hard on not getting distracted.

"I assured you, love." Edward looked me up and down. "You're still my Bella."

My smile mirrored his, as did my teeth… fangs… I didn't know. Straight and plastic surgery white. I had craved a flawless smile, now I had it. I remembered Nia and removed my shirt. Edward's low growl charged the office with electricity, but I couldn't, I was trying my best not to molest him. I needed to see if the sigils were still there, and sure enough, the one on my ribs was!

Pleased, I inquired, "my neck?"

Edward showed it was. "Still blazing fresh trails."

Before getting married, I had not entrenched Edward in witch tradition. The spelling of the wedding rings was enough. I never told him about another practice. There was another, soul attached sigil, a mark of commitment and marriage; that would last if we did. The distinction was we fixed it to the other's soul. Nia, if anybody could manage it, she was the authority. I put talking to her about it on my mental to-do list.

My attention switched from the mirror to my ears. I could pick up the TV downstairs had been muted. Someone was shifting their weight, and I tuned in to my two little hummingbird's heartbeats. I also picked up a faint, thudding rhythm, with a voice shouting to the beat. Rap music? We were on a twenty-acre lot, distant from civilization. What was the distance in that capacity?

Charlie was the next thought. I had mentioned to him he could come and see the new house. It was a lie to mollify him then and now… but…

"We, as in me and you, will have to fabricate our deaths. Jasper will pick up the death certificates. We need to take care of that soon, Bella. The last thing we need is the Chief of Police using his affiliations to locate us." Edward, once again, explained my unspoken concern.

My brain started swimming again. Yeah, Charlie wasn't much of a thoughtful father or much of a dad at all. I didn't know him as a daughter would. Yet, I knew Gabe did not have any urge to reunite and losing a child would be gut-wrenching. I couldn't fathom it mere minutes after finding out I was pregnant.

"Do you think the mutts will believe?"

"Absolutely not! They will not suspect, in their minds, it will be a foregone conclusion. What can they suggest? She's not dead, she's a vampire? Your Dad would never consider that possibility. To detract from his grieving by suggesting such a thing is contemptuous. Not that they're known for sensitivity or tact."

"You have a point. We'll handle that all soon. I need to leave Charlie the house in Forks, the truck, and some money. I don't know if he'd use it, but it might compel him out of the house that is still an altar to Renee. He can sell it if he wants, and use the cash to buy a house on the res. Then maybe he'll move on, live with Sue and her children, close to his buddies. He could retire and fish every day. He deserves to be happy."

"You are charitable when it comes to Charlie. When we start the process, we'll make certain there is a will in place, so it all looks legit. You need to hunt." Edward repeated, and that was not an offer.

I knew he was right, but damn if I didn't crave something else better, and right that second. "Fine," I surrendered.

Edward whispered in my ear, "we have our own home, and all night, love. Believe me, I am feeling the same."

Oh! I had forgotten that we had a house! It was a dim recollection that would have its own life later.

"Okay," I breathed, "give me my clothes."

Focusing on applying as little strength as possible; I changed into the tank top, jeans, and sneakers, someone had picked out. I felt even more like myself.

"Let's do this then," I said.

Edward jumped out of the window. I was about to do the same and mimic him, I wanted to try something out. If my transition magnified my former capacities, all I needed was the ocean breeze to lower myself. I did the same on our honeymoon. Edward gazed as I tried. I did not need to channel anything. It was natural, nailing it on the initial try. But when I glanced at Edward, a tremendous surge of unease and shame came over me. I was a bigger freak than before. These emotions were so much stronger than I was used to. It was overpowering, and I wanted to run away. I drew an unsteady breath and stepped back.

"I forgot that freaked you out," I mumbled.

Edward moved towards me and caressed my cheek. "No, I'm awed. Bella, I've been around for over a century. I have seen amazing abilities, but some things are so beyond what I ever dreamed possible. It takes a minute to process it. I will always marvel at your skills, I always have, and that will never diminish."

Abruptly I felt ecstatic, bah! I was finding out why it seemed as if Edward had multiple personality disorder.

I shot him a forgiving smile and replied, "all right then, let's hunt."

A/N: I suppose that wasn't as exciting as anticipated. It is what it is, it moves the story forward.