Why was I lying in a hospital bed, next to my friends and family, hands holding on for dear life to my one true love, awaiting my death with a quick heartbeat and sheen of sweat on my forehead? I'll tell you.
A pair of sadistic vampires, yes the coffin-sleeping, blood-drinking kind, killed my friends' parents and mine and are now after us. The only way to save us was to kill us, technically anyway, and turn us into vampires. But not the bad kind, but the good, animal blood drinking kind.
"Bella, I love you." Edward whispered, voice cracking, "Forever."
"And eternity." I whispered, squeezing his hand. At that very moment, Carlisle came in with several needles and small vials.
"I have some painkillers that might help. Edward, do you want to go first?" Edward nodded solemnly.
Carlisle inserted the painkillers into his neck and whispered 'sorry' one last time. Edward writhed in pain as Carlisle bit one of his wrists and then the other, letting his venom flow freely into the vein. I'd have to go next, I don't think I could stand it; watching him go through that pain like that. Edward cried out and my heart broke into a million pieces.
He turned to me and did the same thing that he did to Edward but kissed my forehead before biting my wrists. But dang, Carlisle was right about the whole gut-wrenching pain thing.
It was almost as if fire was being sent through my veins; like a wave of searing pain that swept from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair. It was all I could do not to cry out.
At one point I had figured out a way to brace myself for the wave of pain that shot through me like saltwater on an open wound. I would grit my teeth and take deep, wrenching breaths until the pain left for a while and came back again.
After I don't know how long, the pain came in faint aches. I knew the worst was over. Finally, the pain was gone, like a fire extinguished after left burning for a month.
I opened my eyes to a whole new world. Everything was sharper, clearer, hell; I could see the dust particles flying about the air. I looked at my skin and saw that it was much, much paler than before.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I looked a very satisfied Carlisle in the face.
"How do you feel?" He asked.
"I feel fine. Why should I feel something?" A high, tinkley voice answered that took me a second to realize that voice was my own.
"No thirst?" He asked. A soon as he mentioned those words, my throat felt like dry sandpaper. I nodded frantically. He chuckled and handed me a small blood bag.
I ripped it open with my teeth and drank greedily. I looked around to see if the others wee awake but they were still lying there, still as statues, except for the occasional wave of pain that sent someone writhing.
"Edward should wake up anytime now. I would like you to meet my friend Eleazar. His talent is to figure out what talents someone has." He suggested, helping me out of the bed.
"Okay." I said, still unsure of my feet.
Carlisle led me through the hallway and into his study where a man with long brown hair pulled back at the nape of his neck was sitting on a chair in front of the desk.
"Hello, I'm Eleazar. You must be Bella." He smiled. I nodded and smiled back.
"Would you like for me to find out what your talent is?" He asked and I nodded. He took my hand and closed his eyes.
"Bella, this is fascinating. I've never seen a newborn with so many different talents before. They usually take time to develop." Eleazar said, astonished.
"What are they?" I asked eagerly.
"Telepathy, telekinesis, shielding and control." He said.
"I know what the first two are but what are the others?" I asked.
"Shielding means you can shield another vampire's power. And control means you can almost completely control yourself at only a few hours old." He sighed. I heard a loud groan. It belonged to the person that I loved the most in the whole world.
I sped down the hallway and was in the basement in a matter of seconds. Edward was just sitting up, looking around the room just as I had. I couldn't stop myself from running and jumping on top of him.
"Edward!" I squealed.
"I'm fine, Carlisle." He answered to Carlisle. But the weird thing was that no one had spoken.
"Well, we don't even have to ask Eleazar what your talent is." Carlisle laughed, handing Edward a blood bag, just as he had me.
"Oh really. That's awesome Bella!" Edward hugged me and I looked to Carlisle for some help here.
"What is awesome?" I said, getting fed up with the side conversations.
"Your talents, of course." As he finished Alice looked about the room with her scarlet eyes. Her eyes widened as she caught a glance at me.
"Bella!" She chimed and threw herself at me. It sounded like a boulder being dropped off a cliff as her body hit mine.
"Oh. My. God! You're gorgeous!!!" She said loudly. I ran upstairs to the bathroom to find a goddess looking back at me through the mirror.
She had the most lustrous hair that hung over her shoulders, glowing red eyes, a heart shape face, defined curves in all the right places and was about five-foot eight.
It was me.
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One year later"Bella! Let me pick your clothes! It's your first year back at human school!" Alice begged.
"No Alice. Get out!" I pointed towards the door. That little pixie; I'm going to burn her wardrobe when I get home! Damn, inconsiderate little girl, coming into the bathroom when someone's taking a shower just to badger them about clothes.
"Bella! You wouldn't!" She screeched from somewhere in the house. She must have seen me do it in a vision. Edward's the mindreader, Jasper's the empath and I'm the shield/telekinetic/telepath/transporter /manipulator. Yes, I have gained a few new powers in the past year. I can now pick up a car with my mind, have full conversations with someone with my brain, transport Emmett all they way to China when he wants Panda instead of grizzly and make people do crazy things.
"Try me." I said, knowing she would hear me.
"Bella, you have fifteen minutes to get ready." Esme's soft voice floated into my head. She was the only one I kept a permanent link to through my brain. Knowing that she was the quietest and softest spoken. I absolutely hated it when Emmett started shouting at me in my mind.
I threw on my clothes and was ready to face the wrath that was, High School.