Author's Note

Hey again, trying to update sooner like I said I would. Hope you guys have been reviewing. By the way, Carlisle bit me at about 4:00 in the evening. I'm telling you this so the time frame in this chapter will make sense. Also, asterisks (*) indicate time lapses.

Song: Dead and Gone by T.I. feat. Justin Timberlake

By the way, I've decided that chapter 1's song is Scars by Papa Roach. I know, it's ironic that those two songs were in the last chapter. I pinky swear that I didn't plan that.

Disclaimer: After buying the movie I certainly wished I owned Twilight. I also don't own any other recognized ideas you may see.

"Emmett, hold her down while I finish getting some more venom in her bloodstream." Carlisle sounded panicked. He'd already bitten me in about ten places and injected venom into my heart with a needle (he really did like Edward's idea!). Suddenly I felt two hands come down on me. I willed myself to open my eyes just so I could glance at Emmett. But my willpower couldn't overcome the pain. My body throbbed everywhere as venom ate up my insides. I finally knew what real pain was.

I'd started screaming about thirty minutes ago and hadn't stopped since. It was impossible to stop with the excruciating pain searing through every fiber of my being. I'd also started to uncontrollably flail about. That's why Emmett was holding me still.

"I'm so sorry, Kat." Carlisle had been saying this over and over to me ever since he bit me the first time. I finally understood why my mom got tired of me saying 'I'm sorry' constantly when I'd do something wrong. It's funny that most things you learn come with a side effect of pain.

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This was the third time today that I'd stared out of a window aimlessly. Only now, it was pitch black outside and the moon and stars shone brightly. Nighttime had always been my favorite time of day. I could look at the sky forever and not get bored.

It was on nights like tonight that I especially couldn't stop staring at the gorgeous sky. The moon was full and was shining brightly through the window that covered the entire far wall of the room I was in. I'd been sitting here for about three hours now. Once the pain through my whole body was gone I'd figured I could use a scenery change.

Currently the pain was focused on my calves. It had been for the majority of the time I'd been sitting here next to the window. Every now and then I would flinch when it sent shocks of pain through my legs but otherwise I'd gotten use to the steady pain. I figured the worst would be the ending of my transformation. The pain would locate itself in my chest and head giving me the feeling of major heartburn and a migraine at the same time. Yuck.

"You okay, Kat? Ever since I moved you to the window you've been awfully quiet," Carlisle said like a worried father. I smiled thinking of my family. Shaking away the memories I turned to Carlisle and nodded. He hadn't left my side for the entire ten hours since the transformation started.

"62 hours to go," I said glumly. That's when I noticed a flash of white on the ground below. Being on the second floor, everything below looked a bit small (especially in this house, it was really tall). There was suddenly another streak of light followed by three streaks of grays and browns that were on all fours. I pressed my forehead to the window to get a closer look. Carlisle chuckled.

"The boys are playing football. Tackle football to be exact."

There was suddenly a loud thunderous crack, followed by a choruses of, 'You're such a cheater' and something howled sharply. The last voice I heard was a girl's. She said, 'Now look what you've done! The football's ruined...I'm telling your mom!'

As quickly as they came, all five streaks flew through the main doors of the house. I could hear arguing downstairs and Carlisle shook his head in amusement. I looked at him questioningly and he said, "Emmett tackled Leah then sat on her so she couldn't get the football. The bad new was that the football was under her so it was flattened."

I burst into hysterical laughter. It sounded like something that would happen in a normal life, not a fictional vampire one. Then, a sharp pain coursed through my legs and my laughter died out with, "Ow ow ow ow..."

As I massaged my leg, I saw six blurs fly out the door. There was an extra light streak this time. I watched as they flew back and forth across the yard. Sometimes they would crash into each other and it would make a sound like two boulders or two cars colliding. Once or twice, a dark streak would get hurt and the game would pause for a few minutes while they healed.

The weirdest thing that happened though was when a fourth dark streak came outside. It wasn't on all fours though. I had pressed my face to the glass for further inspection when it turned around and looked right at me. I gasped and leaned back so I couldn't see it. But before I could do that, I swore I saw him grow fur and run off on all fours just like the others.

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It had been 5 hours since the football game had started and the sun was starting to come up. The players were easier to see now. So far I'd identified four wolves (one would be Leah), a large dark haired guy who Carlisle had told me was Emmett, a brunette who I assumed to be Bella, and another guy who made me feel...calm whenever he looked at me. I guessed this was Jasper. I'd figured out a while ago that it was vamps vs. wolves.

While thinking about this, I'd zoned out, and the sounds of shouting and howling brought me out of my reverie. In a normal voice, Carlisle called for Alice. She appeared at the door in a second. Carlisle was about to say something when we suddenly heard a loud smacking sound. I looked out the window and saw Jasper laying on the ground. Standing above him was Bella who was trying to hold Emmett back.

In a millisecond, Jasper had gotten off the ground and was advancing on Emmett. Without anyone to hold him back, I knew he'd get a punch in before being stopped. Much to my surprise, I suddenly saw Carlisle between the two brothers. He was talking sternly to them.

I looked around the room in shock. He'd just been here! I turned to Alice, who was sitting in Carlisle's seat, and asked her, "How'd he get down there so fast?"

She laughed musically and said, "Remember what I told you before. You'll get used to it eventually."

I sighed and looked back out the window. Both boys were staring at the ground (Bella had released Emmett) and Carlisle was still talking to them. Eventually, he pointed inside and they both marched in the house. I could hear them grumbling downstairs and laughed. Alice laughed too. "Poor Jazzy," she said, love filling her voice. "He was only trying to defend himself."

Someone from downstairs yelled, "That's total bullshit, Alice! He provoked me!"

This made me laugh even harder which made the pain, now located in my stomach, hurt even worse. I gripped my stomach, groaning. Alice panicked, thinking something had happened. "Kat! What's wrong? Tell me what's going on!"

When the pain subsided, I sat back up and mumbled, "Just a stomach ache. Feels like I'm on fire."

She sighed heavily. "You might as well get used to that too. It stays in your stomach the longest."

"That's fantastic," I said sarcastically.

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I found it ironic that I was being changed on a school day. Carlisle snuck in quietly while I was wondering what my friends were up to. Would they act normal? Or maybe they wouldn't even go to school today. I mean it was the first day after my 'death.' That would make sense if they skipped. But what would I do while Alice was at school. I didn't even know where they went to school so I had no idea what time she would be back. I became bored while thinking of this. "Hey Carlisle?"

"Do you need something, Kat?" He sounded like a worried father again. I sighed. This was going to take some getting used to. I hadn't lived with my father before so living with one was going to be different.

"Actually yes. Is there anything I can do right now? I'm bored." He laughed and ruffled my hair. I smoothed it back down, making a mental note to tell him later to never do that again.

"Kat," he started, smiling widely, "you're so different from the rest of them. How can you stand the pain?"

I shrugged. "I'm just used to it by now. It's like, some people are really sensitive to loud music, but if you put them in a room filled with really loud music for a really long time, they'd eventually adjust. I mean, seriously Carlisle, most people learn about adaptation while in school. You've been alive for, however many years, and still can't remember what it is?"

He laughed even harder since I said the last part in complete seriousness. I cracked a smile after a moment so he knew I was joking. He patted my shoulder in a friendly way, stood up, and said, "Well then, I'll just go find you something to do."

In a millisecond, he was gone. I briefly glanced at my watch and noticed that it was noon. 52 hours left of this torture, I thought, groaning internally. The pain was still in my stomach but I wished it would just switch spots already. In my opinion, it needed a new scenery change itself. I was beginning to think I did too.

Gently pushing myself up using the armrest of the chair I was in, I slowly began to limp out of the room. The pain in my stomach refused to let me go faster. I located the stairs on the right and started to head for them when I heard, "What are you doing?!"

Carlisle swiftly showed up in front of me. Startled, I jumped. Not a smart move since it made my stomach hurt worse. I groaned and wrapped an arm around my stomach, clutching it tightly. Through my teeth I managed to get out, "Scenery change."

Instead of ordering me to go back to the room, like I thought he would, he gently picked me up and took me downstairs. He laid me down on a couch that faced a humongous tv. I stared at it in amazement and almost dropped the remote when Carlisle handed it to me.

It took me a few minutes to figure out what all the buttons did, but once I did, I was flipping through 1,000 channels like it was normal for me. I was just surprised that all the channels actually had shows on them...or something like that at least. About 100 of them were channels that sold stuff but I bypassed them. I briefly stopped at each music channel but never stayed on it for long.

Finally I came to a channel that was playing America's Funniest Home Videos. I love this show, so I stopped and watched it. After a while, I noticed it was a rerun. I'd already seen it so I continued to flip channels. When I got to the food channel, it was playing Unwrapped. I'd never seen the episode before so I stopped and watched it. They were showing how to make Dippin' Dots. It made me sad to think about the fact that I'd never get to eat foods like that again.

Carlisle was watching the show with me (he wouldn't leave my side now that I'd tried to leave a room without his help) and he noticed my glum face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I lied, sighing.

He furrowed his brow and gave me a fixated stare. "Kat, that was the most obvious lie I've ever heard in all my years. And that's a lot of years. Now, tell me what's wrong."

I pointed at the tv, refusing to verbally answer. He turned to look at what I watching and his mouth formed a little 'o.' " I see what's wrong. You don't like the fact that you'll never be able to eat human food again."

I swore I could hear him mumble something under his breath after that. It sounded something like, 'Don't know how she could stomach that stuff in the first place.' I huffed and began to stand up again when he suddenly appeared by my side. As I had before, I jumped. This time though, I fell. Figures that he caught me. Pushing myself out of his grasp, I started to hobble away. I headed in the direction of the kitchen. When Carlisle noticed where I was going, he yelled, "Wait, Kat! Don't-"

But by the time he'd gotten that out, I had turned the corner and entered the kitchen. The first thing I saw upon entry, was a woman, squatting on the floor, looking at the top of one of their counters at eye level. She wasn't paying attention to who walked in. Instead, she said, "Carlisle, come tell me if this counter looks even to you."

I laughed heartily and responded with, "Well, I'm not Carlisle and my eyesight's not that great, but I could come take a look for you."

Startled by what I said, she looked up, shocked. Standing up, she was in front of me in less than a second. She stuck out her hand and I shook it with as much as I could without hurting myself. "You must be Kat," she said warmly. "I heard you screaming yesterday. It was atrocious!"

"Sorry," I said, looking at the floor in embarrassment.

Now it was her turn to laugh. I really noticed what she looked like then. Her skin was pale as a piece of luminescent paper (A/N: use your imagination people), her hair was the color of melted caramel, it flowed down to the small of her back in loose waves, her features look a bit older than everyone else's, she was about my height and weight, and her eyes (while golden brown like I expected) held all the warmth and care of a mother. She took my hands into her, bringing me out of my reverie, and said kindly, "Don't worry sweetheart, we were all the same way. Actually, you seem to be the strongest of us all."

As she was smiling at me, I heard a car door slam. "Oh, no," she gasped. "The children are home."

Right at that moment Carlisle showed up by my side. As he picked me up, the woman said, "Oh, and by the way, my name's-"

Carlisle swept me up the stairs in a heartbeat, and I screamed down the steps, "Esme, I know."

************

Carlisle'd convinced me to take a nap while I still could. He brought a couch into the room and everything. I still didn't know what this room was considered. What I did know was that, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fall asleep. It was midnight now. I'd been lying here for five hours and the pain had traveled to my arms and ankles since then. 40 more hours.

Because of where the pain was, I couldn't get comfy. Instead, I looked out the window and watched the same streaks as the night before, playing freeze tag. Well, I thought, they've gotta intertain themselves somehow...I guess. I figured that most nights, the couples would be doing...other things, if you catch my drift. I assumed Carlisle had told them not to while I was changing though. Truthfully, I'm glad. That would be just a little annoying. Just a little.

Exhausted from no sleep in the past, like, 50-ish hours, I tried lying down and going to sleep again. I was just about to fall into dreams when I heard someone sit in the chair next to me. Peeking one eye open, I saw Alice. She was smiling at me kindly. "Sorry to wake you," she whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear.

"What are you doing here?" I yawned groggily.

She huffed. "Getting away from Jazzy. He's being too overprotective of me. He thinks you'll like...murder me or something if I look at you."

I laughed, but stopped when I remembered something. "I thought Edward was the overprotective one."

She smiled slyly. "He is. And he's driving Bella nuts. You just wait. She'll probably try to come up here too."

Another thing was bothering me besides that. She must have noticed I was thinking because she asked, "So...is something else up?"

"Yeah," I started. "Won't he be able to easily find you?"

She grinned and pointed to where the group of streaks was playing tag. I saw one light streak looking around, as if searching for something. "Is that really him?" I asked in amazement while laughing so hard I was crying.

"Yup."

We continued watching him like we were hunters and he was the prey. It was pretty funny, until he saw us. He pointed at us angrily, and took off. Assumably he was coming up here. I looked at Alice worriedly but she just shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Let him come. I want to see what he'll do to make me move."

By the time he got in the room, I was wishing that Alice had just gone willingly. It was scary what went on between the two of them as Jasper tried dragging Alice out of the room. She definitely knew how to put up a fight. Note to self: Never get on Alice's bad side.

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"Ah!" I screamed, sitting straight up. My ears and hands were on fire! Curling my knees to my chest, I sat on my hands and placed my head between my knees, putting pressure on my ears. The worst part was, the wouldn't stop ringing. And this wasn't just the faint ringing. This sounded like a broken doorbell was next to my ears.

Pain shot through my ears and I screamed loudly. Carlisle came rushing in. "Kat! What's the matter?"

Frantically he looked around the room. When he noticed the way I was sitting, he rushed over and automatically said, "Where's it hurt?"

"Ears...hands..." I screamed again as more pain came. This was torture. I was going to die when it engulfed my entire head! Or maybe it would just explode! At least I'd be dead and wouldn't notice it. The third time I screamed, I felt ice cold hands pulling my head from it's position between my knees. A shiver ran down my spine as he placed his hands over my ears.

"They're becoming more sensitive to sound." He said this as if it were perfectly natural. The good news was that his hands made my ears feel like they weren't on fire anymore. Thank God!

A wave of pain went through my hands and I cringed. Before it happened again, I removed my left hand from under my butt and looked at the watch on my wrist. 26 hours left. And the vamps and wolves will be home soon. This didn't make me feel any better, despite my want to see Alice. If my ears were becoming sensitive then I didn't want to hear a bunch of supernatural teens roughhousing downstairs. I'd go insane! "Carlisle, do you have earplugs?"

"Yes, why?" He cocked his head to the side in curiosity. When I pointed out the window at the arriving cars, he needed no further explanation. In a matter of ten seconds, he'd run out of the room, gotten earplugs, run back, and put them in my ears. I sighed in contentment.

"Thanks," I said. Carlisle said, 'You're welcome," but I couldn't hear it. These earplugs were great! Suddenly, I yawned.

"Go to sleep," Carlisle mouthed. I nodded and laid back down, placing my hands under the pillows he'd brought me earlier. Soon, I'd fallen into a deep sleep. Or so I thought.

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I slept for the longest I ever had in my life, and with only a few disturbances. But now, when I jolted awake, I knew that the transformation was almost complete. My head felt like it was going to burst, as did my chest. And my throat...my throat was unbearable. It felt like swallowing those swords that are on fire. Clutching my throat in one hand and tight as I could, I looked at my watch. Two hours to go?! I have to deal with this for two frickin hours?

Looking around the room for someone, for once I found no one. How ironic. As loudly as I could, I yelled (or more like whispered), "Carlisle? Esme? Help!"

Even though I yell/whispered Esme's name, I had actually expected Carlisle. But when she stepped through the door I burst into tears. Immediately, she was by my side holding me against her chest. "Sh. Sh. What's wrong dear?"

"Throat...head...chest..." I whispered.

She sighed. "Oh my. It seems you're at the end of your transformation. I'm sorry, I wish I could help but there's nothing I can do."

She continued to hold me close to her chest whilst I sobbed endlessly.

About an hour and forty five minutes later, Carlisle returned, and upon noticing my state, began to take over. As I continued to cry, he quickly told me what not to do when I first become a newborn. Just as he was finishing, it felt like my entire body went up into flames. Shutting my eyes as tight as I could, I screamed, cried, and writhed.

While I flailed about, I thought about my new life. By body was dying off every second and my humanity would go with it. The old me would be gone. Dead and gone. I get what they mean.

As the last few minutes drew to an end, the fire started to go away, ending at my heart.

That's the last time I heard it beat.

End Author's Note

Hope you liked it. The next chapter should be interesting. Please please please review. You guys rock! Oh, and don't forget to enter the competition!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lastly, sorry for all the time lapses. I personally thought it was fun (although I'm not the one reading it). Oh well...I'll try to update soon.