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-BPoV-

I was breathing heavily. After Edward left, another unwelcome guest entered my room.

This time it was Demitri.

"Bella, Jane and Felix weren't entirely finished talking to you before Edward came along," His tone was sour when he mentioned Edward.

"Wha-what do you mean? There's more!" I screeched.

"Well, it's about your grandmother. She is, well, on the run."
"Why?" I asked. Like a vampire would need to be on the run.

"She created an immortal child," He replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

"SHE WHAT?!?" I said a bit to loudly.

" Yes, but we have the child. Your father is getting up. I will go now."

And he left.

My door creaked open.

"Bells? Are you alright?" Charlie asked lazily.

"I-I think so. Bad dream," I said a bit too quickly.

"You sure?" He breathed as he closed the door. It was completely closed before I had the chance to answer.

In a way, I wasn't. I was scared for my life. Again. Would this ever end?

Nights later

I had been wide awake every night, fearing my grandmother would come. I usually gave into my body's demands and slept a bit.

Tonight I wouldn't.

"I haven't seen you in a while, Isabella," Grandma Marie breathed in my ear.

I looked up to see a small woman with similar curly light brown hair to the woman in my photo album. The album was in her lap. I stared into her deep, red eyes.

I started to scream, but she covered my mouth.

"We need to talk," she whispered. She swept me out the window, and ran me to the woods.

This is all a nightmare....This is all a nightmare….

But it wasn't.

She gingerly put me down. I think I was going into hysterics.

"H-H-How is this possible?" I demanded between sobs.

"After I gave birth to your mom, I was bitten. I came and saw your grandfather once after, and killed him when your mom was a baby."

"But my mom said that he committed suicide when she was seventeen!" I screeched.

"That wasn't her father. He was just a replacement," She said. "Now you know. I smelled some Volturi in your room. What did they tell you?"

"Th-they said you were coming. And you had created an immortal child."

"What did they say about the child?" She demanded.

"Th-that they had it," I breathed.

"No!" she screamed. "NO! NOT JOSHUA!"

She fell down to the ground, and cried broken, tearless sobs.

"Why did you come for me? How did you find me?"

"I am a tracker." She said between sobs. "What's his name…uh…Edward had a bit of your scent on him. What luck that it happened to be you." She grinned a bit when she said the last part.

"Why did you find me?"

"Th-that doesn't matter now. I need your help."