BPOV

The next morning I woke up next to Edward in the big bed and a thought struck my mind. I sat bolt upright and Edward's smile turned to a frown.

"What's wrong?" he questioned. I looked him in the eyes.

"Edward, won't there need to be a body in the coffin at my fake funeral?"

He laughed.

"Is that it? I thought it would be much more serious than that. Don't worry about that. Carlisle and Esme told Charlie they would organise your fake funeral. They told him they've got a cousin who works in the funeral business. He bought it, of course. The body's going to be a dummy. Nobody will be keen on looking into the coffin… so there'll be a dummy in your grave," he explained.

Oh. Well… that explained some of it.

"That's quite amusing, really," I yawned. Then I remembered. Today was my 'change' date.

"Come into Esme and Carlisle's room. Esme cooked you a fantastic meal for you to eat… before your change," he told me, interrupting my thoughts. I looked up into his eyes and was saddened by them. They weren't black, but they weren't golden brown either. They were in between. Edward would want a feed soon.

We went into Esme and Carlisle's room and Esme sat me down at the table. I looked down at a large, white plate with scrambled eggs on toast. I grinned up at Esme.

"How did you know?" I asked her.

"I know these things."

She sounded so much like Renee. I could remember her saying similar things to me when I was just a plain little girl living in Phoenix, before I moved in with Charlie, before I met Edward and his family, before we married. I loved Edward, and I wanted to spend the rest of eternity with him. But I could only imagine the pain that Charlie and Renee would be enduring over my… 'Death.' But of course Jacob wouldn't be grieving. He knew I was alive, he had heard my voice on the phone, no one else's…

I hooked into my plate of scrambled eggs. For a vampire, Esme was a wonderful cook. 'Such a great motherly figure,' as Edward had once described her.

After I was done with my eggs, a plate with a yummy-looking piece of cheesecake on top replaced my empty plate. How had Esme known?

"Thank you, Esme," I told her when my cheesecake was finished.

"There was nothing to it, Bella. I'm glad you like it."

"Thank you so much, Esme, you've been so good to me lately…"

"It's the least I can do."

"So have the others. They've been really good to me as well, and… I don't deserve it."

Esme looked shocked.

"Why do you think that?" she pondered. I sighed.

"Well… all the drama I've caused your family…" I started.

"Our family, Bella. Our family," she corrected.

I grinned at her as Edward scooped me up in his arms and carried me out into the hallway. I was so lucky to have him. Last night had taken my virginity from me and proved to me that… Edward was my perfect match… and great in the bedroom, I might add.

"Bella… I'm going to ask you one last time. Are you absolutely sure you want me to bite you and… and change you into a vampire? Is that what you really want?" said Edward.

I knew what he was trying to say. He wasn't asking me if I wanted to become a vampire, he was asking me if I wanted to be with him.

"Edward I told you the day we were married and it seems I'll be telling you for the rest of our lives, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, through sickness and in health, and I, Isabella Marie Swan, want you to bite me and change me into a vampire right now. Does that answer your monotonous questions?"

He chuckled and led me into our room. Carlisle was waiting for us.

"Do I need your supervision, Carlisle?" asked Edward.

"No, I think you'll be alright. But just remember if anything happens, I'll be right outside," he told us, before departing from the room.

"Bella?"

"Yes, Edward?"

"Don't get tired of me saying this, okay?"

"Okay."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"No you don't, I love you more."

"We'll see," I whispered. He sighed and bent down to my neck. He kissed me once, before I felt his sharp teeth in my neck, inserting the venom.

Pain shot through my body, but not once, did I regret my decision. It hurt so badly. I felt my body shaking about violently, Edward squeezing my hand sadly. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, but he couldn't cry. A scream escaped my throat, loud and terrifying.

"Shhhh," soothed Edward. It didn't ease the pain, but it comforted me to know that Edward was by my side.

CPOV

I stood outside Edward and Bella's door as a man in a suit walked towards me. He was a posh looking man who looked angry and irritated.

"Excuse me, sir. But may I be allowed through this door?" he asked. He didn't sound polite, if that was what he was aiming for.

"Whatever for?" I asked him, mimicking his try at politeness. He sighed.

"I don't appreciate games, sir. Let me through that door this instant!" he snapped.

"I'm Carlisle Cullen. Do you work here?" I asked, trying to sound as polite as possible. A loud scream came from inside Edward and Bella's room.

"Cullen? Dr. Carlisle Cullen?"

Now I recognised this man. His sister had died at the hospital with a heart problem. That Dr. Stevenson held all the blame. I had tried to reason with him about the treatment he was giving her, but he wouldn't listen. Her life could have been spared…

"Yes, that's me."

"You're the mongrel who could have saved my sister! You told me yourself that that Dr. Stevenson would kill her! Why didn't you try and save her?"

"I tried, but he wouldn't listen. He was an arrogant man," I told him. He laughed mockingly.

"Right, you IDIOT. That idiotic bastard also stole the girl of my dreams off of me last year! Rachel… she was so pretty, so wonderful, so made for ME, until that idiot Stevenson came along… I'm working here tonight and received complaints from several people who heard screams coming from that room. Now either let me through, or I will be forced to…"

"Spencer? What are you shouting about now?" came a man's voice. I looked over the man's shoulder to see another man in a black suit walking up to us. I recognised this man. He was the hotel manager.

"This man is blocking my way! Someone in that room is screaming and will cause a great deal of havoc if they do not stop, Bert!" whinged Spencer. Bert sighed.

"Spencer this is a very high quality hotel. The Cullen's are paying very good money for these rooms and have made some very generous tips downstairs," argued Bert.

I had started it. When I had walked past I had dropped a roll of a thousand dollar notes in the tips box. Then Alice and Emmett had done the same. Of course Alice wouldn't miss a chance to spend or give away money.

"I don't appreciate being called an idiot, either. We try to be scarce. If you'd like, we could always change hotels…" I started. Bert looked like he had just been shot in the heart with a bullet. Those tips had worked.

"No, no, sir. That won't be necessary at all. Will it, Spencer? You and your family are welcome to stay for as long as you like. We quite enjoy having your company."

Spencer sighed. I wonder if I had gotten him fired. I would have to drop some more money in the tip box tonight if Bella continued her screams. Not that I blamed her. The pain she would be going through right now… I shuddered.

"I do apologise for the screams. My daughter in law…" I started, but Bert cut me off.

"Really, Mr. Cullen. Its fine, whatever the reason may be. I've heard a great deal about you. My daughter is a trainee doctor down at the hospital in Forks," explained Bert.

"Really? What's her name?" I asked, trying to keep the peace.

"Rachel," he told me.

Rachel? She had potential to be a very well known doctor someday. She had assisted me with Mike Newton, when he had been in a very dangerous car crash at the parking lot at Forks High when he had spotted Edward and Bella kissing when he had driven past.

"She's very experienced, even for a trainee. You should be proud. She'll make a great doctor in a few years," I told him. He beamed.

"She's getting married next month, lovely man. He works at the hospital too. I'm sure you've heard of him. Dr. Stevenson?"

"RACHEL'S MARRYING THAT IDIOT? HE'S A FR…" began Spencer.

"I beg your pardon, Spencer! How dare you! I think I should take you downstairs now!" argued Bert. I sighed in relief when they walked off, Bert still yelling at Spencer.

Another scream came from Edward's room. Poor Bella…

I hoped she would pull through.

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Sorry all :D I'm leaving you here. Because I want to get to work on the next chapter right about… now. So here's this chapter and I hope you all liked it. And please, if you're reading my story, it'd be nice if you reviewed so I know what people think of it.

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