Colors blurred and blended together into shades she didn't believe possible, within the narrow, long bars of vision she enabled herself with. Her chest rose and fell in a rhythmic fashion, making the racking pain of her soreness become evident every second.

Why did she have to wake up? It was so much better before, in the darkness when the pain was blazing through her body. The dark abyss of her empty mind seemed to cool off the fire, or maybe that was her skin, losing degrees by each passing millisecond?

In the end, it didn't really matter now. She was sure, since the burning sensation had long ago subsided, that the transformation. All that was really left was the sore feeling of having not moved in days and her joints being locked up.

Each movement sent a dull tingling sensation up her spine, tickling her brain in its own way to inform her to feel pain. Her mind slowly mulled over the commands, then made up its slowness with a pain much more powerful then it was supposed to use.

Oh, the irony. She finally got what she wanted, yet Edward was nowhere in sight.

'No,' her mind logically responded. How it did so, she couldn't quite comprehend at this point. 'He'll never come... He told you he doesn't love you...'

"But so many times..." she whispered softly, a dryness as if someone had blotched up all moisture, became apparent in the back of her throat.

With more energy, her eyes fluttered open all the way. Digging her elbows into the soft comforter surrounding her, she propped herself up, only to come face to face with a sleeping Jacob sprawled across the bottom of her bed.

A giggle escaped her throat as her body fixed itself in light speed, as if fully coming awake. The strain over the last three days must have been hard on it, she reasoned, so it was slow to do anything.

Emily walked in, and her senses flared alive. A horrible stench, almost like something was rotting, flooded her nose, overpowering it. She made a small gagging sound, making Emily giggle as she cleared a spot for herself beside Bella.

"I'm sorry we smell so bad, but the boys aren't too happy bout the way you smell either..." she whispered, brushing back hair out of the girl's face in a motherly fashion. "They even said you were shiny and that made you harder to look at."

A smile twitched up at Bella's lips, which the skin tightened momentarily before cracking painfully into the smile. "I guess... I'm a vampire now..."

Emily nodded, still running her hands through Bella's hair, eyes examining each inch of the girl. "You're eyes are red, you need to hunt..."

"Then how come I don't want to eat you?"

"I stink of werewolves, why else?"

Bella giggled, before enveloping Emily in a hug. "I'm sorry, this is all my fault..."

Irony is an awful thing, showing us all our sins...