AN: ok. Bought a notebook, wrote more today in class. I'm going to try to make these chapters a bit longer from now on. And I do not own Twilight, but I LUV the series. Enjoy!

Inspiration song: The Takeover the Break's Over by Fall Out Boy

If you want to write something without getting it confiscated, write it in a notebook, or at least have a notebook near by so you can pretend to be taking notes. Like what Edward did in Eclipse

The next day my strength had completely returned and I felt…different. Not different as in new clothes different, but different as in oh-my-god-I'm-turning-into-a-vampire different. I noticed when I stood up that my legs had even healed from where James had broken them.

Now that there was actual light I was able to get a better picture of my surroundings. I was in a one room building that was just walls with one small window on the other side of the room. But I soon lost interest in the room when I saw who was under the window. Edward saw me looking at him, so he walked over and hugged me.

"How do you like your eyesight?" he asked. I looked up at him expecting to see his liquid topaz eyes but instead I saw eyes that were almost black. The sight of Edward's eyes made me immediately forget whatever I was going to say.

"You need to hunt," was all that I could think of to say. Edward just smiled and kissed me.

"I'm going to wait until your transformation is complete so I can teach you to hunt myself. Not that I don't trust the others, but this is something I want to do myself. So you can look forward to me being patient for once. Someone's going to have to teach you to hunt, and I'd be happier if I could do it."

I completely forgot what I was thinking because I received yet another wave of pain. The only thing that was different was that this time the pain started at my head and moved down my body. I tried not to let the pain show on my face and I hoped I succeeded in doing that.

It came to a point where I couldn't handle the pain anymore, so I sat against the wall with my head in my hands. Thankfully, the pain soon stopped and I was suddenly aware of Edward sitting next to me with his arm around my shoulders.

"-okay Bella?" he seemed to be saying. I took almost a minute for me to realize who he was talking to.

"What?"

"Are you okay, Bella? You just dropped to the floor. Is everything all right?" Edward's beautiful face was full of worry.

"I'm fine. Don't worry." Edward's face still didn't lose that look of worry. "So, what were you saying about hunting?" I wanted to get onto a completely different subject, but this was the only subject Edward would probably not consider odd for me to ask.

"I was saying that if one of us is going to have to teach you to hunt, I'd prefer to do it. I don't trust Emmett to teach you anything, Jasper probably won't trust himself teaching a young vampire to hunt, Alice…is Alice, and Rosalie…doesn't…really…like…you."

I didn't quite know what to say to that. Edward probably thought my silence meant that I had taken offense to what he told me, for he almost immediately said, "But Rosalie doesn't like anyone, so that's not something to worry about."

"Is that what Carlisle meant when he asked you if you knew what to do?" I said after a few seconds of awkward silence. "You teaching me to hunt?"

"You remembered that? I thought you were unconscious."

"I wasn't. I was in pain, but I wasn't unconscious." Even as I spoke I could remember the pain I was in. Either that or I really was feeling the pain.

"Yes. That is exactly what he meant." Edward sighed. "I wonder if they will welcome you."

"Welcome me?"

"Well, we can't exactly leave you in phoenix, can we? We're not like that. Alice will be jumping up and down about it, and everyone else will probably not even notice." Suddenly, Edward jumped about a foot.

"What are we going to tell your dad?"

Edward had asked a difficult question. "I don't know, but I could still live with him, and then go hunting with you on the weekends. I don't think he'll notice."

"That's not what I was talking about. I was talking about when you show up in Fork's almost a week after you tell him that you hate Fork's and how you're never coming back." Edward looked almost scary while he spoke. I realized that he was deeply concerned about this subject.

I was about to say something about Charlie when I was once again doubled over in pain. Edward pulled me closer to him and whispered in my ear, "James deserves death for what he did to you." I immediately sat up.

"In the words of J. R. R. Tolkien, 'many that live deserve death, yet many that die deserve life, but can we give it to them?'." I said, slightly angry at what Edward had said. But its impossible to stay angry at Edward for any length of time.

"You believe that, but I will kill him. Moving on to a better subject, what were you about to say? I could see you wanted to say something, so what was it?"

"We can say that you, being the gentleman, went after me and convinced me to stay."

"And when he comments your eyes?"

"I'll tell him my eyes change colors. Other than that, he's not really going to notice anything. And if he does, he isn't going to mention it. Charlie really isn't the type of person who would accuse someone of changing. People change and he knows it."

"I hope you're right about Charlie."

"So do I," I said, leaning against Edward. "So do I."