Disclaimer- Me: I din't do it!

Police: We have witnesses.

Me: I promise, I'm NOT Stephanie Meyer

Police: Well, on your story on a fan fiction site,you didn't add a disclaimer on one of your chapters.

Me: It's FAN fiction! I'm a fan, not an impostor!

Police: sorry, regulations. We have to put you behind bars.

Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Please, prevent this. understand I DO NOT own Twilight. If I did I would be wandering around in endless bliss with Edward Cullen, not writing a fan fiction story.

The fire was receding. Wonder why, I thought to myself. I must be completely turned to ashes, so the fire had no more fuel in my arms and legs. But, OH! The fire was still raging strong as ever in my chest. I chanced to open my eyes, hoping they still worked after being burnt, hoping Edward was still there. He was not. Where was he?!?!?!?! AUGH! PAIN! It was worse in my chest, but that was impossible. Oh well. Then, suddenly, it faded. Nothing magical (although I was eternally glad) about it. I opened my eyes to see the whole family.

"Edward?" I asked. He stepped forward. My voice sounded like mine, but, I don't know, prettier?

"Yes?" He kissed me. Ah, I would be with him forever. I got ferocious in my kiss, possessive almost. Then, burning. Not as bad as the fire, but concentrated in the back of my throat.

"My throat hurts," I said. It sounded almost babyish in its stupidest, but I suppose I was sort of a baby to this new life.

"I know," was his reply, but he didn't stop kissing me. Wow, that was nice. Not.

"Then do something about it," I said, getting REALLY annoyed. He appeared to not have heard me. Better end this if he won't listen to me. My instincts took over from that point.

"YAAA!" I yelled as I exerted all my force to throw him at the wall. Unfortunately, it was a bit stronger than necessary, and he flew through the wall, down two stories, and hit the ground producing a crater. Okay. I was about to jump down to him to finish the fight, when Emmett pinned my hands behind my back and Jasper worked to calm me down. I fought Emmett and would have gotten away if Jasper hadn't worked so fast. I slumped slightly in ashamed so Emmett knew he could release me. I sat cross legged on the floor and buried my face in my hands.

"What have I done?" I whispered. A thump and a bump later, a reply from the only person I would have accepted it from,

"Nothing,"

"I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me," I sniffled, "It's like I still have all my pregnancy hormones, but multiplied to the tenth degree!" Edward chuckled.

"That's normal, sweetheart. Let's go hunt. It'll help."

"'K" we jumped through the window (which was now slightly enlarged thanks to my earlier inexcusable behavior. Oh, no! I sound like Edward, moping like this about my mistakes! Maybe it's a vampire thing. Note to self, ask Alice about this.) I caught wind of something and whipped around running towards it due East (part of me wondered how I knew this; another thing to ask my family), not slowing as a bounded over the trees and onto a bear's back. I heard the sick snapping of his spine as I landed. The dead bear landed with a thud, me under it. I pulled myself out and drank. And drank. And drank. I finally finished, only to find Edward finishing up on a dear.

"No mountain lions?" I asked casually, as if to prove to him I knew what he liked. He smiled.

"Not today," I sighed, it had been three days since I saw Zach, and I had yet to meet Elizabeth. Edward understood my annoyance. He took my hand and we wordlessly began running back to the house. We stopped in front of the door. There was a dramatic pause, the cause of which I was unsure, before we went inside. Everyone was sitting around, Esme sitting in Carlisle's lap discussing who knows what, Jasper and Emmett were playing some video game, and the girls were egging them on.

"C'mon, Jazzy, don't make me sad. Please win,"

"Emmett, you big lump! Hurry up and win before I get mad!" Two very different approaches. Zach was sitting on the floor next to the couch, with Elizabeth in her rock-a-roo (A/N a true thing. Look it up.). I let out a big breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Unfortunately, this meant I had to INHALE. As I did, the burn in my throat reignited, and my instincts reined fully. I crouched into a hunting position, facing the baby who was gurgling, such an easy target, who was completely unaware of the danger approaching. A snarl ripped up out of my chest and flew out my mouth.

"Bella, NO!" Edward lunged and grabbed me, just as I sprang. We crashed to the floor, and the family took action. Emmett and Jasper stealthily came rushing forward to restrain me as Edward attempted grapple with me on the floor. Esme and Carlisle formed an outer circle around Rosalie and Alice, each of whom was holding either Zach or Elizabeth. Before Emmett and Jasper could reach me, I turned on Edward, bit him on the back of the neck, and tore his hand off me, in the process taking off one of his fingers. I couldn't help it, I wasn't myself, I had no idea what was going on. I flipped over Emmett and Jasper, and reached Esme and Carlisle. I hissed, but three pairs of hands grabbed me from behind; one pair for my arms, one for my head, and one for my body. They finally got me, fighting all the while, out the door and far away from the house. The scent of human blood cleared from my brain, and I slumped against the hands, all of whom except one released me.

"Bella?" I let out a chocked sob. "Bella, it's okay. Normal, even. Everyone's okay, no one's hurt." I still refused to face any of them. Edward groaned; I could almost see him running his hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry, Bella. I was so stupid," THAT was unacceptable. He was NOT allowed to even BEGIN to think this was his fault.

"YOU'RE STUPID? WHAT?! I ATTACKED OUR DAUGHTER, NOT YOU! WHAT THE HECK, EDWARD?!" I was screaming and I didn't care. He grinned.

"There's the Bella we know and love," Oh.

"You did that on purpose, to try to get me to scream at you?"

"To get you to be more like yourself, yes," I huffed. I could see his point, but still! I recovered and put my face in my hands.

"How am I going to go back?"

"We can talk about that in a sec," he said, hugging me. He laid his head on my shoulder, and I noticed a new scar on the back of his neck. Where did THAT come from?!?! Who was back THERE?! Oh, whoops, right. I pushed him off and resumed my head-in-hands posture. I really should look into getting that copyrighted.

"I bit you," I mumbled. Why was I telling my hands this? I didn't bite them.

"Yes," he said, sounding wary. I looked up and he grinned to show me it was okay. "Natural. I was in your way." I slowly reached out to touch the scar, but when I did, he flinched.

"Sorry, sorry," I said. I remembered something else. "Is your, um, finger okay?"

"Good as new," Okay then.

"So, how am I going to get into the house? I believe we were on that subject an hour ago and I really would like to get back on it."

"Right," Edward said, chuckling.