Yep as a very nice person made me realise, in the last chapters, the first two lines have the name 'Jacob' instead of 'Jasper.' So don't think Alice is talking to Jake! My bad :) But it annoys me that they're both J guys. I hate J guys. But I don't hate Jacob. He's a special J guy.

Discc: Twilight is a copyright of Stephenie Meyer, as are all of its characters / Sophie Wesler is copyright of Me. I should copy paste this. Very useful techonology, the copy paste thing, it is.

'Hello, bonjour, buenos dias... Good day, guten tag, konichiua...'

Sophie sang to herself childish songs as she walked down the hospital's main corridor together with Alice, Bella and Edward. Proud of herself for being such a good actress, she hugged her prey tightly and glared at the fiancée to see her reaction. She was gazing ahead of her as she walked, definitely avoiding her. Great, she thought to herself, but when she realized Edward had glanced at her curiously, she added, we're here finally. I hope any of us gets hurt when this ends!

Edward rubbed her back soothingly, and Sophie had to make an effort not to laugh.

'We're looking for Doctor Carlisle Cullen,' Alice told the receptionist. The woman, a bit plump and with red frizzy hair falling to her shoulders, nodded patiently and dialed a number on the phone beside her.

'Doctor Cullen?' Bella was surprised to hear a high-pitched voice coming out of the mouth of the woman, 'They are looking for you in the hall. Mhm. Yes.' She looked up at Alice and leaned forward a little before asking, 'Who calls for him?'

'Tell him Alice is looking for him urgently,' the vampire replied rudely, tapping her feet on the ground. The receptionist seemed quite offended, but repeated the message to Carlisle. Alice sighed impatiently.

'Should I tell them to wait–?'

'There's no time, we have to see him now!' Alice cut her off, slapping her hands against the desk. The frizzy-haired woman leaned back, wide-eyed, but the phone still on her ear.

'I'm sorry, but Doctor Cullen is very busy –'

'Tell him the treaty's been broken!' Alice ordered, punching the desk, and Bella took a step away from her – she seemed to be a little irritated. 'You tell him that!'

'Th– They say the– the treaty's been broken or something of the sort,' the human said, gazing at the desk in front of her, clearly terrified of the short yet powerful girl glaring at her. 'Yes – Okay.'

She hung up the phone and avoided Alice's gaze while she said, 'The Doctor is coming to see you.'

Alice smirked and walked away to sit on one of the tufted chairs of the waiting hall. Bella whispered a low, 'Thank you!' to the receptionist and followed her, embarrassed, to sit beside her. Edward and Sophie were already seated, staring at her; Edward, painfully, and Sophie, sneeringly. Avoiding them both, Bella turned to Alice.

'You should control your manners, Alice,' she whispered as she glanced at the still shocked woman arrange some papers, muttering to herself and every now and then checking Alice's position.

'And you should control your impulses,' Alice retorted, 'If it hadn't been because of them we wouldn't be in this mess.'

Bella quickly turned away from her and stared at the floor ahead of her, feeling her throat burning. That was great – besides feeling the guilt she felt for causing all the war, Alice was so furious she was going to blame her publicly. Well, she's right after all, Bella thought as she blinked back tears in her eyes, everything bad that happens here is my fault. Danger magnet, that's what I am.

'Bella,' Edward whispered in her ear suddenly, 'It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself for this, okay?'

Bella stared at his eyes, his beautiful, topaz eyes, and could not stop the tears from rolling down. Edward surrounded her with his arms and pressed her against him as she cried over his chest, kissing her hair softly.

'It is my fault,' Bella said, wiping away a tear with the back of her hand, 'If it hadn't been because I went to La Push –'

'The treaty was broken before that,' Edward replied, 'And I broke it. Not you.'

'I insisted... You didn't want to change me, and I kept on insisting...'

'I could have remained in that position,' the boy explained, 'but I didn't. I agreed to break the treaty just so you could be forever with me... I think it was a bit selfish of myself. But I don't regret it. If it hadn't been because of that, you would be prone to death. And you know what would happen if you left.'

Bella swallowed. Edward chose his confessions for the most painful and romantic moments – although a hospital's waiting room with furious Sophie and Alice beside them wasn't very romantic.

'Still, I went to see Jacob,' Bella pressed on, 'and because of that they know the treaty was broken...'

'Why do you keep blaming yourself, Bella?' Edward asked, frowning, 'Okay, if you don't want to blame me, and I don't want to blame you, then let's both blame Jacob Black.'

'Edward!' Bella moaned, 'It's not his fault –'

'In part it is,' Edward said, raising his eyebrows, 'He could have chosen to accept you as you are now – but of course, what are the odds? He's a werewolf: immature, volatile –'

'No matter how much he accepted me, the war would take place,' Bella stopped him from continuing, 'He couldn't have hid it from the rest of the gang, and they wouldn't have accepted me.'

'If they have a problem with you –'

'I'm a vampire, Edward, of course they have a problem with me,' Bella said sadly, sniffing, 'But Jacob –'

'Carlisle!'

Alice had stood up and was marching to the blonde man walking towards them. Edward helped Bella up and – glaring at him from behind – Sophie followed.

'Alice,' Carlisle said, 'What happened?'

'Short version?' Alice asked, and when her father nodded, she went on, 'Bella went to see Jacob, the werewolves know about the treaty, and there is a war about to break out, in which, possibly, many of us might die.'

'That's a nice prospect,' a voice behind them said, and they all turned around to see Rosalie and Emmett marching quickly towards them. The last one was wearing a t-shirt that said 'GET MARRIED GET PWNED,' in big white letters. Bella raised an eyebrow.

'Don't ask,' Emmett muttered sulkily, and Rosalie rolled her eyes in exasperation.

'That was fast,' Alice said, and none of them replied. All Bella, Edward, Alice and Sophie were staring at them in mild surprise – they seemed to have had a bit of an argument not long ago. Carlisle cleared his throat and the attention focused back on him instead.

'Well, we knew what we were doing when we let Bella become part of the family,' he said thoughtfully, frowning, 'so now we must face the anger of the Quileutes.'

'But why do we have to fight?' Bella asked him desperately, 'It was my choice, so I don't see why they think that more people are going to be killed. What's the reason?'

'You are the reason, Bella,' Carlisle said quietly. The girl opened her mouth to reply, but closed it again, surprised. 'You see – you are an inexperienced vampire, Bella. They surely know how difficult it is for you to be around humans and not plunge towards them, and they might think that one of these days temptation will lead you to the death of a human – perhaps more than one. Yes, Bella, you can fall,' he told her when he saw she was about to retort, 'and if you don't believe me, look at Jasper. He's much, much older than you, and still is having a bad time when around humans.'

Bella gazed at the floor. So, besides from having been the one to start the war, she was the reason to fight.

'But that means –' Edward looked questioningly at Carlisle.

Yes, Edward. She will be the main target in the fight.

His fiancée heard him inhale hastily, and knew something was wrong. And whatever it was, it was definitely not good.

'Hell, we'll fight,' Emmett said enthusiastically, 'We're – what – eight against five?'

They all turned to Bella.

'Er – they were five when I was last with them,' she murmured. She hated to give information from the werewolves to the Cullens, no matter how much she loved them – she felt a spy, as if all those months she had spent with Jacob and the rest had just been to take out information and pass it on to the other side.

'It's not a matter of how many we are,' Alice said, 'They are not just straight wolves, are they? They have adaptation mechanisms to hunt... us.'

With a shudder, Bella remembered the frightened expression she had last seen in Laurent before he had died. Jacob had told her it had been very easy to kill them, and she shuddered again as she remembered their pointed teeth and big bodies, faster than any animal. Did they have a chance against that?

'We can refuse to fight,' Bella suggested, and Rosalie snorted.

'Yes, so they can kill us in our sleep.'

Everyone turned to her.

'It's just a figure of speech, you know,' she added angrily, crossing her arms over her chest.

'I'll fight,' Emmett said, beaming, and Bella couldn't help smiling at him. His enthusiasm and happiness was contagious – just that she didn't want to kill what had once been her best friends.

'Carlisle,' she called him, 'we can't fight. Jacob is there. And so are Sam Ulley and the rest... No matter what side wins, I lose.'

Nobody answered. Perhaps Sophie and Rosalie did not care what happened to Jacob, but Carlisle, Alice, Emmett and Edward wouldn't want to kill somebody who had been – and was – of extreme importance in her life. Maybe she wouldn't go as zombie as she had been without Edward, but trying to live without Jacob? His smile, his tenderness, his sweetness, his friendship? She wouldn't be able to get over his death.

'I wish we had a choice,' Carlisle said, staring at her apologetically, 'but, even if you don't want to kill them, they'll want to kill you. You are the reason of this war, Bella.'

'Jacob wouldn't hurt me!' Bella shouted at him, giving a step back with tears in her eyes, 'He promised me he would never hurt me. Never.'

'I'm sorry, Bella.'

She looked at all the people surrounding him. They were all avoiding her gaze, feeling as sorry as their father was, but not being able to help her. After all, she had started everything. Sophie, however, had a little smile in her face, as if enjoying the little scene. Just the sight of her evil eyes made the tears finally roll down her cheeks, and, embarrassed, angry, and destroyed, she turned away from the vampires and marched down the corridor, not stopping until she was outside the building.

A/n: you MIGHT have noticed that Sophie likes to sing lil kiddies songs. It's just they're so cute! I learnt that song in third grade! Hello, bonjour, buenos dias, good day, guten tag, konichiuaa! ciao, shalom, dobre dien, hello to all the children of the world!