Written by me (Eris) and my best friend (as far as she knows) Sabrina :D (happy little girl)

Summery: Basically, shit happens. (Best summery ever, right?) BUUUUUUUT the extra characters I added in the future chapters are part of a novel I am writing, though, it has nothing to do with Twilight, vampires, or anything of the sort.

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Characters (I changed a few ages :P) :

Isabella Swan, appearing (App.) 19, real age (RA.) 23

Edward Cullen, App. 17, RA. 113

Renseme Cullen, App. 14, RA. 4

Alice Cullen, App. 17, RA. 113

Jasper Hale, App. 20, RA.

Rosalie Hale, App. 18, RA. 99

Emmett Cullen, App. 20, RA. 79

Carlisle Cullen, App. 23, RA. 300+ (I don't know exactly, fill me in please!)

Esme Cullen, App. 26, RA. 119

Jacob Black, App. 19, RA. 23

Leah Clearwater, App. 19, RA. 23

Seth Clearwater, App. 17, RA. 21

That's all of the MAIN characters, I believe

They're not in Alaska, yet, but moving soon.

And to humans, Bella is still alive, well, and human.

Oh, and about four years have passed since Breaking Dawn.

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Chapter 1 (Renesme POV)

Bleeding wasn't the issue. Vampires were. And have to be saved by Leah- even worse.

It all began this morning, a regular morning. Esme was making her delicious pancakes. I don't care how vampire-y I am, those pancakes are awesome.

So I was sitting at the table, when the doorbell chimed. Alice, even if she can't see them, knew it was immediately it was Jake and Seth, maybe even Leah. Sadly, Leah.

Jake and Seth wolfed down their pancakes (Get it? Wolfed down? I'm funny for an eight-year-old). Leah cut her gracefully, but didn't eat much. Jake and Seth, thinking they were doing me a favor, both sat next to me, so Leah wouldn't have to. Now, I had to look at her.

It wasn't that she was ugly, she was very pretty, but she always had this miserable smirk on her face. Not sad, not angry, but like she was suffering. I understood her Sam predicament, kinda, but it's been like years.

I did hear through the grapevine that she had finally scored a boyfriend. Smart, funny, attractive, I hoped to meet him. But maybe they were going through a rough patch. But how rough could it be, they've been together for at least three years. Three years is a long time, even for werewolves. Maybe she couldn't tell him she was a werewolf, or something. I don't know, it's none of my business.

Even Leah couldn't resist Esme's pancakes, though. I could tell she wanted to wolf them down (See? I did it again!). But, of course, she had to be Leah, and make 'wolfing down pancakes' look perfect.

I, on the other hand, ate them not to fast, but not to slow. Leah kept staring me down, and Edward (Well, dad. I call him Edward in my mind. Don't judge me.) must have heard my crazy assumptions about what she wanted, because he walked into the kitchen just at that second. Jacob flinched slightly, probably a little startled, probably a little angry. Edward, too, flinched. His neutral expression broke for just a second.

"Jacob, Seth, Leah," he nodded, walking past them, though, not making eye contact. "Morning. And Nessie, how did you sleep?"

"Well, actually. Didn't dream, though, and normally they are so vivid," I replied. Bella walked in soon after. She must have known Jacob was in the house.

Some of the things I hate about my mother: One, we'll look the same age pretty soon, which is awkward, and I have to act as her sister. Two, she acts like me, like my age. There's no reassuring guidance, or even a parent in this house! I mean, Esme's great, I love her and everything, but she's too motherly. She's very fragile. Rosalie is... Rosalie. Enough said. Alice is bubbly, like me, you know, a teen? And Bella? Same. So, it's almost like I look to Leah, of all people, for guidance on growing up. She's strong, self-sufficient, and knows what she want's in life.
My mother always wears too much makeup for a vampire. I mean, vampires are supposed to be beautiful, but some (Rosalie) are prettier then others (Well, me. But I am human... let's make that my excuse).

So, anyways, Bella waltzed in, and grabbed some pancakes. "Good morning, Jake, Nessie, Edward, all," she said. She didn't name Seth, Leah, or anyone else. I may not see eye-to-eye to Leah, but I acknowledge her, and Seth.

Jake jumps up out of nowhere, and Seth gets this look in his eyes of pure surprise and a little bit of fear.

"Seth... aren't we late for something?" Jake ground through his teeth. Seth jumped up, the same as Jake, and they both began to run out of the house. "But, Jake...? Seth...?" Leah whispered. Sorry, Leah, but you were just rejected!

Edward seemed to know what the fuss was about, and smiled at Leah's comment. I would nail him about it later.

"Seth, Jake, where are you going?" Leah asked. "Uh, long story, sis. Gotta go!" Seth called. Him and Jake waved goodbye, and scurried out the door.

Leah looked clueless and left out, but she kept her emotionless mask.

Out of nowhere, Edward began to chuckle. No, not chuckle. Erupt in laughter. He almost doubled over. Leah looked at him, and then began to laugh, like they were sharing some kind of connection.

Everyone froze in shock. One her first crackle was realized, only Edward had the power to speak, well, laugh.

We've never heard Leah laugh. Ever. It was crazy, like, imprinting. Seeing her smile was a once-in-a-blue-moon thing, but a laugh? And with Edward? Of whom she hated? Is it opposite day?

Her laugh was beautiful. So was her smile. It was almost refreshing hearing something from Leah that wasn't full of sorrow and misery.

"Why are you laughing?" Bella sneered, almost jealous of the sudden outburst of happiness. I didn't care, just happy Leah wasn't being a moody bitch.

"Oh, Bella, love, it's such a... long story," Edward replied, still smiling. Bella gave him the 'evil eye' and put her hands on her hips. Edward ignored her, and chuckled some more as he walked away.

Everyone was in the kitchen, except Edward and Carlisle, and they all had a wondering look on their faces, all wanting to ask Leah what was that about. But no one did.

Well, I was full, and wanted to go shopping. So I got up, and apparently, inherited Bella's balancing skills, because I slipped and fell. I hit my head on the tiled floor.

I felt the blood slowly ooze out the gash in my head, everyone in the room tense. It was like everyone had stopped breathing, standing completely still. Edward was down stairs in a flash, about to fight Jasper.

"She smells just like Bella," he said. Alice held her breath, praying for her husband. No one moved, no one tried to help me.

"Ooo-kay," Leah said, pushing herself from the table, "let's get you to a hospital." I never thought it was possible, but I was feeling a bit dizzy from the blood loss.

Leah just picked me up, lickity-split, bridal style, and carried me out the door, to her car.

"Are... are you really bringing me to a hospital, or just gonna let me die in this car?" I murmured, rolling my head. She drove some sort of small car, five passengers. It was comfy, and nice, but i was sure I was getting blood all over the seats.

Leah let out a light laugh, and reached for the glove compartment. "No, Jacob would kill me if I did that. Here," she said, pulling out some bandages and things. She pressed one against my head, sopping up the blood, and cleaning my wounds. "Why do you have a mini-hospital in your car? Has Carlisle rubbed off on you?" I asked. Leah smiled, and explained, "Well, most of this stuff is from a hospital, yes. See, even if werewolves heal über fast, we still get some pretty bad gashes. I need to be prepared for the battlefield."

Once she had gauzed me head, Leah began to drive. "Where are we going?" I asked. "I gotta get home, and you can't go back there for a little while, so I thought you could chill at Jake's. That's where I am always when my mom is out. Seth is like always asking to go their, because he doesn't have a car of his own. He could walk, but he's a lazy little dog," Leah muttered. "But, on one circumstance," Leah's voice turned serious.

"Yes?" I asked, scared what she'd make me do.

"If Jake is home, the first thing you say is I did not do that to you. Got it?" she announced, her voice turning light-hearted. Leah could be an actress with the fear she implants in people. I giggled a bit- wait, giggled at a Leah joke? I thought I hated her, and she hated me? Well, I'm sure she does, and I do, kinda, but we could try to be friends, I guess... no, she probably hates me either way. But she has laughed and smiled more in this half an hour period then I have known her for four years.

Leah pulled up to Jake's house, and I decided to ask, "Why are you being so nice to me?" Leah sighed, and stated, "Well, if I'm going to be your aunt, I might as well be nice."

Whoa, whoa, whoa, aunt? "What do you mean, aunt?" I said, almost out-raged. I controlled my tone, but was upset. "Yea, I think that's how it works. Charlie and Sue, my mom and Bella's dad, have bee getting pretty intense. I think he's going to pop the question, and I know my mom is gonna say yes."

I sighed, wondering what to say. What could I say? 'Thank you, but I have enough bitchy aunts?' I guess it could make it work.

But nothing could surprise me for what lied on the other end of Jacob's door.

Yes, I know, it's very bad, but I'm trying!

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-Eris (and kinda Sabrina)