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Apologies for the late update. Real life decided to rear its ugly head this week and I barely had a second to step anywhere near a computer. So I am very sorry for that.

We're off to meet the Cullens this chapter, and hopefully some of your questions will be answered. This chapter was quite a challenge to write as it's basically just pages of dialogue and explanations, but I like a challenge, and hopefully you all enjoy this chapter!

On with it…

This chapter is named after "The Cullen's Plan" by Howard Shore, which is from the Eclipse Score Soundtrack.

Disclaimer: Nope, still isn't mine!

Bella Swan's Point of View

"Bella, I don't know about this," Edward said as he cut the engine of his Volvo, the hum of the machine dipping suddenly into silence. He leaned back in his seat, his eyes fixed on the large white house in front of us. I could tell he was nervous. He was doing that weird swallowing shit he always did when he was anxious, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down like a bouncy ball.

I looked to him and smiled, offering him comfort which he blatantly needed. "You have questions about all this, right?" I asked. He nodded silently. "Then the Cullens are the only people who can answer those questions. I'm here to help you, you know that, but I don't have a clue what the fuck is happening here. They do. You need them."

"But what if they're pissed off with me?" he questioned, running his hands through his hair, yet another nervous twitch he had. "I did kinda bolt from their house without so much as a good bye and thank you for taking care of me."

"You were scared, Eddy-Bear," I argued. "And you were confused and nervous. What do they expect? Trust me, they will help you. Besides, there's no one else around here who can answer your questions. We have to at least try."

He hesitated for a few moments in silent contemplation before he let out a sigh and clicked open his seatbelt. "Right, no better time than the present."

We both got out of the car and made our way towards the large Cullen mansion, our footsteps crunching along the large and gravelly driveway. The place was fucking fancy! It could house at least fifty people, never mind just the five who lived there. The Cullens had always been rich, though, so I wasn't completely surprised that they owned a place like this. Carlisle, in all his fantastic good-lookingness, was a doctor whilst his wife was an interior designer. Practically everyone in Forks went to her for advice and assistance, so she made just as much cash as her husband did. Their children were just as good. The three of them had always been top of every class in school, so the pathways to good and high-paying jobs were completely open to them.

Lucky fuckers!

I slipped my hand into Edward's as we stepped up onto the pristine white wooden porch - complete with swinging bench, I might add - and pressed the doorbell. I could feel his hand trembling in my own, so I ran my thumb across his cool skin, easing him as best as I could.

"Thanks, Bells," he smiled towards me, squeezing my hand back.

The front door suddenly opened, revealing Rosalie Cullen in all her supermodel glory. Bitch! I mean, don't get me wrong, I like Rosalie Cullen. She's never done anything to upset me and I've always gotten on with her whenever we've spoken… but the girl is head to toe hot! No person should be that good looking.

It isn't fair. Why does she get all the beauty and perfection when little old me is sitting here with boring brown hair and the plainest face in Forks? Damn her and her perfect genes!

"I wondered when you'd show your face again," she smiled towards Edward, cocking her head to the side. She opened the door wider and stood aside. "Come on in."

We stepped inside the house, slipping our shoes off so as not to mark the pure white carpet, and hanging up our coats near the door on an individual, freshly polished brass hook. "Everyone's in the living room," Rosalie said as she began leading us through the house. "This way... and don't touch anything. Esme has just dusted the furniture and polished the surfaces."

I made sure to keep my spare hand tucked tightly into my jean's pocket.

My eyes glanced anywhere and everywhere as we walked through the large house. Effing hell! This house was… it was… Fuck, I wanted to live here. It was just so… amazing. It was big, it was pretty, it was stunning. There was something new to look at around every turn. There were modern features, old features, new technologies, old antiques. The house was like one big contradiction, but it worked.

I wondered if they'd adopt me!

"You okay?" I whispered to Edward as Rosalie opened the living room door to reveal the rest of the family, the four of them seated comfortably in front of a large plasma screen TV. Yes, it was a plasma screen. A sixty-inch plasma screen. I could feel the drool sliding down my chin.

"I'll tell you in about ten minutes," he smirked as the Cullens all stood up in perfect sync to greet us.

I felt Edward stiffen at my side as Carlisle approached us, his hand held out in front of him. His smile seemed genuine and he gave off an air of kindness and sincerity. Edward had nothing to worry about. He wasn't in trouble. I could feel it.

"It's good to see you again, Edward," Carlisle smiled. "We were beginning to worry about you."

Edward let go of my hand and placed it in Carlisle's, shaking it in welcome. "I've been a little… busy."

"I can believe you," the doctor replied with a chuckle as he gestured for us to take a seat.

"Can I get you a glass of blood?" asked Esme, standing up from her chair with a grace that I could only wish for.

"Please," Edward replied as we both sat down on the large leather sofa that took up residence in the centre of the room. Edward immediately pulled me to his side until our hips were touching, encasing my hand in his hand, linking our fingers together.

"Would you like anything, Isabella?" Esme proceeded to asked. "I'm afraid we only have water."

"Water will be fine, thank you," I smiled before she walked out of the room and off to the kitchen.

Carlisle took a seat across from Edward and I, four sets of eyes now focused on us and holding us in. It was pretty uncomfortable, if I was honest, having eight eyes fixed on you like you're some kind of freak show that had been placed there for everyone's entertainment. They were all glaring at us, expectantly and keenly. Well, Edward wasn't some dancing bear and I was no fucking bearded lady, so the freak show was officially cancelled.

I wanted answers, not glares.

This continued on until Esme finally arrived with our drinks, thank God. I knew the Cullens had always been weird, but fuck! This was extremely uncomfortable. It felt like they were judging us, even though I knew they weren't. Even though they were weird, they had always been good people… but did they need to stare in a deathly silence? I mean, Alice looked like a little china doll, sitting there with glazed and unblinking eyes, golden and fixed on both Edward and I.

Whoa… hang on. Golden?

"So, I assume you're here to ask a few questions, Edward," stated Carlisle. I had to hand it to the guy, he was straight to the point.

"Yes," said Edward, downing his blood in one gulp before standing the empty glass on the coffee table in front of us. Jeez, he really must have been yearning for the blood this week. "But first of all, I'd like to apologize for running out on you all like I did. It was disrespectful and rude, especially after everything you had done for me."

Carlisle smiled and leaned forward in his chair, resting his arms on his knees and clasping his hands together in front of him. "There is nothing to apologize for. We've all been there at some point. The initial change is a shock to the system and we all do things we don't wish to do. It was a good job yours was as simple as running home."

"Are you saying me running away was a good thing?" Edward asked incredulously. My surprised face probably matched his.

"Well… not a good thing per se, but it was certainly easier than some of us were."

"What do you mean?" Eddy-Bear asked.

"When I was turned," began Rosalie, a satisfied smirk spreading across her lips, "the first thing I did was murder my fiancé and every last one of his disgusting friends. The bastards deserved every damn thing they got. Their screams were amazing."

I shivered. Yeah, suddenly Edward's reaction didn't seem half bad compared to the psycho blond sitting across from me.

"I still want to apologize," my best friend continued. "It was wrong of me, especially since I knew there was so much you still needed to teach me… still do need to teach me. I was dangerous, and yet I still left, knowing that I shouldn't have."

"Then your apology is accepted," said Carlisle. "And I assume from her being here with you today, Isabella knows everything?"

"I didn't mean to find out," I quickly interjected, feeling almost like a naughty child making up excuses for breaking a window. I didn't have a clue regarding the policy about human and vampire interaction, but I had a feeling that I should still be in the dark about all this. "And Edward didn't want to tell me, I swear. It all just sort of… happened."

"How?" asked Jasper, speaking up for the first time since we'd entered the house. I'd known from school that Jasper has always been the quietest of the Cullen children.

"I almost attacked a girl," Edward sighed, and I could sense the anguish and regret in his voice. I squeezed his hand just a little tighter. "I panicked and I ran out. Bella… She found me... She helped me… She accepted me… I just…"

"It's okay, Eddy-Bear," I whispered in his ear, leaning my head on his shoulder. He brushed his lips across the top of my head. I knew this was hard for him. He was finally learning the truth of what he was. He was finally going to discover the ins and outs of his condition as well as learning how to adapt to it.

I think I'd be pretty fucking terrified too.

"I assume from all this that you have accepted what you are, then?" Carlisle asked.

"Yes," Edward nodded. "I'm a vampire, I see that now."

"When did the penny finally drop?" Rosalie asked with a smirk. Now it was my turn to glare. I didn't care that she was a strong and immortal vampire who could out win me easily, nobody mocks my Eddy-Bear.

"When I attacked the girl… I had fangs, Doctor Cullen. That's never happened to me before. I just smelt the blood and they just… appeared!"

"That's the predator in you," Carlisle explained. "You're adapting to your new lifestyle now, and the fangs appear when we hunt. Just the mere smell of the blood is enough to make them grow."

"But I've had blood before and they've never appeared," Edward tried.

"That's because you've never hunted for the blood before," Alice explained. "Whilst you were here, you always had the blood brought to you in a bag, so the fangs were never needed. You never had to search it out for yourself and you never had to hunt for it yourself. Attacking that girl was the first time that you've had to find your own life source. Your body adapted so that you can feed. Voila! You got fangs."

Hmmm. Makes sense I suppose.

"So that will happen every time I hunt?" Edward asked.

"Yes," nodded Jasper. "The fangs are our only means of gaining the blood without ripping the blood source to shreds. They make a quick clean puncture in the skin and allow you to feed more easily and safely.."

"But I don't know how to hunt," Edward admitted, scratching his fingers along the back of neck. He seemed almost embarrassed.

"That's what we're here for," grinned Alice, standing up and taking Edward's hands, pulling him up from his seat. I released his hand as I let him go.

"What's going on?" Eddy-Bear's eyes were wide and concerned, almost like he was terrified. You'd never believe he was a big strong vampire, would you?

"There's no time like the present to try something, is there?" the little pixie said. "Let's go hunt. From how quickly you cleared your glass, I think you need it."

And like that they were gone, their bodies suddenly blurring out of the room like a blast of wind, leaving emptiness behind them. I had to blink a few times to see if they had actually vanished! Only Jasper, Rosalie and myself remained behind.

I felt uncomfortable as I sat there without Edward's reassuring presence, majorly uncomfortable. A heavy silence hung in the room as the three of us sat there, a silence that I didn't know how to fill. I mean, what exactly do you say to two people you hardly know and have nothing in common with, who just so happen to be vampires? Yeah, not a fucking lot!

So I started with the one thing I knew best, the one topic that I was a complete expert on and could discuss for hours on end given the chance - Edward.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" I questioned in a nervous voice.

"He'll be fine, he has been all week… apart from the party, of course," answered Jasper, his arms folded across his chest, a pleased grin on his lips. "A little hunting won't hurt him. You'll find he'll be grateful for the lesson and the encouragement."

"All week?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed.

"You don't seriously think we'd leave a newborn vampire to fend for his self, do you, Bella?" laughed Rosalie as she replaced Edward at my side. "We've been watching him since he left. We always made sure to keep an eye on the little newborn."

Well, I wouldn't exactly call Edward little, but that was neither here nor fucking there. All that mattered was that he had been looked after and protected, regardless of the fact that he didn't exactly know. I was just grateful that this family had enough kindness and generosity in their hearts to take it upon themselves to watch out for him without being asked to.

"You've been watching him?" I asked, the happy and grateful grin refusing to leave my lips.

"Of course," Rosalie said. "He's been quite fun to watch, both of you have. Though, he mopes around a lot at night when he's alone. We're going to need to stop that, it's depressing."

"Both of us?" I exclaimed. Okay, it was one thing keeping an eye on Edward, but watching me was plain fucking weird.

"The two of you are never apart. It's impossible not to watch you."

"Oh," I said, lowering my eyes, fixing them on a particularly interesting piece of cotton dangling from the bottom of my shirt. Ah. Guess they weren't stalkers after all. "So, how's he been this week. I mean… is he a top-notch vamp?" My attempt as pleasantries and humor was utter shit, but I felt nervous around these creatures. Sure, they were good and kind and welcoming, but it could take just a mere second for them to bite me and drink me dry. I could never be too careful.

"He's not been too bad," Jasper explained. "He seems able to control the strength and the speed pretty easily. His problem just seems to be the blood lust."

"I know he's been hungry," I said, picking up my glass of water and taking a quick sip before putting it back down again. "He told me that he hasn't eaten since he was last here. I worry about him. He said he's too scared to feed, he's too scared he'll get someone hurt."

"That's why we want to help him, Bella," Rosalie said. "We've all been in that position, so we all know what he's going through. With our help and with constant practice, we'll get him onto the animal diet in no time."

"Animal diet?" I asked. To say I was confused was the understatement of the fucking century. Call me crazy, but vampires only eat blood, right? I always figured that mass consumption of blood was a telltale sign that you may just be a vampire. Edward only seemed to want blood, so why the fuck where they talking about animals?

"It's our food source," Rosalie explained. "We do not feed from human blood like regular vampires do. We like to keep a little normalcy in our lives. We want to live with humans and integrate into their society, and we can't very well do that if we want to kill and feed from them, can we? So we drink animal blood instead. Granted, it's not as tasty and delectable as human blood, and it gives a strange golden color to our eyes, but we can survive on it and it means we can live normal lives without the temptation of feeding from humans."

Ah, so that explains the gold rather than the red. That's another question answered that I can tick off my list!

"And you want Edward to feed from animals?" I questioned.

"Yes," Rosalie replied. "Then he can continue living in society without the fear of detection. But what you have to understand about Edward is that he is a newborn, Bella. All he wants is human blood, animal blood just won't do."

"So how do we get Edward to feed from animals?" I looked at both of them nervously. If Eddy-Bear wanted humans, how was he going to accept animals?

"We wean him from human blood to animal blood," said Jasper. "It's the only logical and safe way to do it."

"But he won't hunt for it," I explained. "After the whole Lauren incident, he's terrified of hurting someone, human or animal. He is scared of feeding."

"We understand this. It took me years to finally go onto an animal diet," said Jasper. He had finally decided to take a seat. He seemed less dominating and scary when sitting down. It made me feel somewhat more comfortable. "For years I lived off humans, so going to animals was hard for me. But I had help. I had my Alice at my side, guiding me and assisting me through it all, and I was eventually able to overcome the problems. Edward will too."

"Then maybe there's something I can do to help. If Alice helped you, maybe I can help Edward," I suggested brightly.

Jasper and Rosalie suddenly looked at each other, a silent conversation happening between them that I clearly wasn't invited to. In a flash, their eyes separated and both turned to me again.

"There is something you can do," Jasper said. "Something which you fully have to commit too and accept. You cannot take this lightly. Are you truly willing to help Edward?"

"I'll do anything for him," I said in earnest, my fists clenched together in my lap. I'd do anything, truly anything to help Eddy-Bear. He meant the world to me, so if I could even do the tiniest thing to help him, I'd fucking do it without question.

"Edward is going to need human blood," Rosalie explained. "And while we can give him the blood bags from the hospital, it won't be enough. A newborn needs new, fresh blood and plenty of it. Carlisle won't be able to get hold of that much without being suspected, which is why we need a willing human to feed Edward."

A heavy silence suddenly encased the room. You could hear a pin drop.

"You mean me," I swallowed, my throat suddenly going rather dry.

"Yes," replied Jasper.

Again, another silence.

"Edward needs fresh human blood… and you want me to be the one to provide it." It was a statement, not a question.

"Bella, you have to know that we aren't demanding this of you, we are asking. We totally understand if you say no, but we need a constant blood source in order to wean him from it."

"And how will it work?" I enquired.

"It's like weaning a person from anything. We start with him feeding from you, your blood being his main food source, giving him just a little animal blood afterwards," began Jasper. "After that, we give him less and less of your blood every time and more of the animal blood. He should be able to hunt for this himself after the first few feeds and take as much animal blood as he can. By the end of it, he should be totally immune from human blood and should feed only from animals."

"Is that how you did it?" I asked Jasper.

"Yes," he nodded. "The theory is tried and tested and it does work, Bella. Whereas Alice and I had to find our own humans, Edward won't. My past allowed me to feed from the humans without trouble, but if Edward is fearful, he is going to need a blood source that is willing and ready."

I didn't ask Jasper about his past, I figured it was a conversation for another day, a day when I didn't have so much on my mind and so much to consider.

Truth was, though, there was nothing to consider. I knew I was going to be the blood source, and I think Jasper and Rosalie knew too. There hadn't been any real need to ask really. I would go to the ends of the fucking Earth and back for my Eddy-Bear, and he'd do the same for me. The only way he could live a normal life was to be free of the temptation of human blood. If not, he would have to be kept away, sent into hiding, taken away from me to never be seen again… and I couldn't have that. Without doing this, he would be dangerous to everyone around him, and a normal life would be out of the question.

I wanted to help him, I wanted to assist him through all of this, and if being his own personal blood bank was the only way I could do that, so be it.

He needed me, and I would help him in any way possible.

"I'll do it," I said in a determined tone, putting on a strong front. The reality of it was that I was downright fucking terrified. I liked my blood where it was, thank you very much! Being a walking talking food mobile wasn't exactly my idea of fun. But Edward would have done it for me were I in his position, so I was more than willing to do it for him.

"Bella, you have to be sure about this," Rosalie said. "This is a dangerous decision to make, it's not all plain sailing. There will be sickness, dizzy spells-"

"I don't care," I said, cutting Rosalie off. "I said I would do anything to help him, and if this is what I have to do, then fine. I just want to aid my best friend."

They both nodded, realizing the truth and the weight of my choice. Rosalie was right, this was going to be dangerous. My body was going to go to the fucking shits by the end of it. I'd be thin, tired, ill, sick, you name it… but in the end, it would be worth it to support Edward and give him a normal and functioning life again.

I wasn't what mattered here. He was.

"Of course he won't feed from you whenever he pleases, it won't be healthy for you and it can get dangerous. We will help him pace his self," explained Jasper, my ears listening eagerly, taking every ounce of information in. "And with Carlisle being a doctor, we will give you all the medical help we can."

"Thank you," I nodded with a nervous smile, reaching for my water with slightly shaking fingers.

"Bella, are you really sure about this?" asked Rosalie as I heard the front door open and close, signaling the Cullen's and Edward's return.

"Completely," I replied, finishing the last drops of my drink.

Jeez, when I came here this morning, I was hoping for answers, not a promise to giveaway my blood whenever it was needed. I felt like I'd signed my fucking life away or something! But I didn't care. It was all worth it.

He was worth it.

But there was just one tiny problem…

I now had to find a way to explain all this to Edward.

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