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The adrenaline that made me run that fast cut out a block away from Charlie's so I walked the rest of the way. I didn't think the Cullens would be coming after me still.

I made tacos for dinner and thought about what I would do tomorrow. I could feel that the energy was all gone out of me. I would have to… do the gross thing soon… I made a plan to do it tomorrow so that I could get it out of the way. I couldn't believe that I hadn't even been in Forks one week and suddenly all my energy was gone. It was supposed to be easier here. I was too tired to eat. All I wanted to do was sleep so I wrote Charlie a note beside his dinner and told him I was going to sleep early and not to wait for me or anything.

The night went by smoothly, that was until I opened my eyes and saw a ceiling that wasn't mine!

6. This Has Got To Stop

I had had dreams about random colors like the ones I see when I control time and make it move. There had been animals, too. It had started out as one of those bizarre dreams that you really appreciate because it has nothing to do with your world outside your head. It was a good dream. It was good until I saw Rosalie chomp down on one of the deer's necks that were running in the colors. I had opened my eyes fast, getting out of the dream quickly. What I saw startled me more than the dream. I wasn't lying in my bed; it felt like I was on a couch. I wasn't looking at my ceiling that has white paint in a bump texture. What I was seeing was a pale peach color that was in circular patterns.

As I gasped at this reality, I sat up with hard force and fell off the couch and into the floor between a coffee table and the couch. "Ugh!" I yelled when the pain came. My stomach and arm her gonna have bruises.

"Are you alright, Bella?" I knew that voice. I looked up.

"Hello, Dr. Cullen- I mean, Carlisle. Why am I here? Wait. Where is here anyways?"

"You are in my house," he said.

"You're house?" I asked incredulously. I was beginning to become angry. There were some Cullens who were going to do some explaining. "How did I get here?" I asked suspiciously.

"Well, Bella… I, uh," he was struggling. I wasn't used to seeing a vampire struggle over words. They are usually so 'in control' of the situation and know just what to say… Well, Edward does.

"Where is the pixie?" I asked.

"It actually wasn't "the pixie". I am assuming that you are referring to Alice," he said.

"Who was it?"

"Bella, I know that you are quite taken aback by this, but they did not tell me they were going to capture you hostage," he shook his head. "Try to understand-"

"Who was it, Carlisle?" I asked again.

"Alice… had a feeling that you would be coming over. I think that she misunderstood. She was getting tired of waiting for you to come over so Emmett and Rosalie-"

"WHAT? She had a feeling?! Love is a feeling! Tired is a feeling! Hatred is a definite feeling!"

"I know that you are upset, Bella. But they truly did have your best interest at heart," he said. He was looking at me with a worried expression. I guess I needed to tell him that I wasn't mad at him. I told him that it was his children that I was going to tear up and burn. He just laughed, but he told me he gave them a good speaking to.

"Would you like to come off the floor?"

"Oh, right." Carlisle helped me up and I sat beside him on the couch. I admired the Cullen home. It was beautiful; not at all what I had expected it would look like. When I imagined the house of these strange vampires, I expected dungeons and motes and darkness with cobwebs at every turn. Of anything, it was the total opposite. There was brightness where I imagined the darkness would be, and there weren't any cobwebs. I looked out the front window and didn't see a mote. The lawn looked like the Oval Office's. The house was well taken care of. There was a staircase on the western side and an entire wall that was made of glass at the back of the house. It was fully furnished and had beautiful placing for everything. I loved it.

"Your home is beautiful," I said. It was more to myself than anyone.

"Why thank you, dear," an unfamiliar voice said. I stood up faster than I thought plausible. From the corner of my eye I saw Carlisle's eyes widen slightly. I wondered why; I hadn't noticed anything. "Oh, I am sorry for frightening you, dear," a woman with long, wavy brunette hair said to me. She was beautiful. I smiled when I noticed that she had dimples. She was the sweetest vampire I had ever seen. "My name is Esme. I am Carlisle's wife," she said.

"Hi, Mrs. Cullen-"

"Please, dear, call me Esme. I insist," she said.

"I'm Bella, but I think you already knew that." She smiled and her dimples were in full force. She looked so sweet and welcoming. I smiled again.

"Hi, Bella!" Alice yelled. I didn't think about what I was doing and I crouched down into a position, ready to pounce at her. It was odd. Why had I done that? I stood back up and shook my head back and forth trying to collect myself.

"That was odd, Bella!" Alice said smiling widely. I grimaced and she laughed. I rolled my eyes.

"Alice Cullen-"

"Why do you sound like you want to shred me up and throw me into a bonfire?"

"Maybe because I want to right now," I said. I was pinching the bridge of my nose and shaking my head. I didn't feel so good. I felt like… I felt like there was a monster trying to break through me… Strange. I needed to go soon. It had never gotten this bad before.

"Are you alright, Bella?" Carlisle asked. He was amused, but concerned. I took my fingers off my nose and answered, "Fine," through gritted teeth.

"You don't look fine," I heard Rosalie mumble.

"Yeah, I bet I don't," I said, snapping my head up faster than I should have.

What was happening to me?! I was getting scared.

"You shouldn't have heard that," Rosalie said to me. She looked awed. I couldn't take it. My head was spinning. I fell back to the couch and it didn't make a noise or ruffle or any sound. It was… graceful. It wasn't me! What was happening?!

"I have to go," I said crying. Tears were running freely and I couldn't help it. Something was happening to me that I couldn't control!

"I want to help you, Bella," Carlisle said.

"No!" I yelled. "I don't like vampires! I don't like any of you! I wish you would all just let me be!" I yelled. Deep down, I believe, I didn't mean any of it, but I didn't want them involved. I didn't know what was wrong with me but I needed to figure it out on my own. When I yelled, time stopped and I wasn't even touching my crescent. There was no swaying of the trees outside, not a bird singing, not a squirrel running across the lawn. The Cullens just stared, unmoving and shocked, and then time started back again. I let out a sob.

"Bella-"

"What's happening to me?!" I yelled. I couldn't help it anymore. I was starting to feel pain in my throat… I needed to do it and I needed to do it soon.

"I'm not sure," Carlisle said.

I just sat there and looked at the vampires around me. Something was wrong with me, but I wasn't going to let them help. I stood up and ran to the front door that I saw. I was going to do it now… I ran to the forest behind their house and I leaped over the river, landing gracefully. I let out another sob; I wasn't graceful! I kept running and didn't become tired; I wasn't an athlete! My throat burned; I was not a vampire!

I stopped. Was I? I couldn't be. My nose caught the scent of a deer close by and I ran toward it. I smelled blood and I was going to pass out. The coppery smell of blood was going to make me drown in darkness; it tasted awful... I told you it was gross… I wasn't aware of what I was doing anymore, but the blood was awful. After I finished whatever I was doing, I sat on the ground. I felt like myself again, fully Bella Swan; no monster was in me fighting to get out.

Let me just say, it had never been like that before. Normally, when I was out of energy, I would feel a desire. The only thing I would feel was desire. The first time it had happened, I felt the desire, but I didn't know what it was for. An animal had been injured in my backyard and I had smelled the coppery scent. I have always felt faint by the smell of blood, but even when I was threatened to the point of blacking out, the blood was what I had wanted. I couldn't stand the smell or the taste, but that was what had to happen when I had run out of energy. Normal food wouldn't cut it. I felt disgusting every time I had to do it, but it fueled my ability and I couldn't get along without it. This was the sixth time that I had had to do it, but never did I drink so much. Usually it was only the size of a squirrel or something; it was never the amount that would come from a deer.

I looked at the dead deer's carcass and I wept.

Time passed and I didn't know how long it was before I looked down at myself. There wasn't a stain or spot anywhere. I had become good at this, a fact I wish was not correct.

My destination wasn't clear when I got up and started walking. I walked the rest of the way back to the Cullen house. Why I was going back, I didn't know. Maybe I wouldn't go in; maybe they didn't want me to. When I saw the white outline of their home, it was already twilight outside. The day had passed with my weeping in the woodsy backyard of the Cullen home. It wasn't the perfect definition of a Saturday.

I couldn't run as fast as I had earlier. I couldn't jump over the stream. I waded through it, soaking my clothes as I went, my tears becoming part of the current. Sloshing up to the Cullen home, I was still crying, but tears weren't coming anymore; I had cried myself dry. At least I felt like my full self again, upset and crying as I might be.

I walked around the back of the house and up to the front porch. I walked up, slowly, wondering what was wrong with me. Why was I giving up on my pact? Why was I doing this, asking for the Cullen Clan's help? Was I really doing this or was I just delusional? That was it, I was still at home, in bed, but I knew that that was wrong. Reaching the last step, I let out one more sob. I knew that they could all hear me perfectly. I took a few steps toward the door and Carlisle opened it before I could raise my hand to knock; I was too exhausted to do anything but stare and utter a single sentence before passing out:

"I'm changing, Carlisle…"

AN: OH NO! What's happening to Bella?! Many of you have already made somewhat accurate predictions. This chapter was emotionally breaking for Bella, but she doesn't really know what is happening to her- only deep down does she truly know.

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