AN: AN: See? You never know when I will update. I just so happened to find time right now and I had to choose to which story I would submit a chapter. If I still have time after this one, I will update one of my other stories- but only if I have time.

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…"

IMPORTANT NOTE: Bella is NOT a half-vampire. She is a human just like you and me, except she was bitten- we will get to that later, promise- but something is happening to her. I ask that you forget about half-vampire existence while reading this story. It will make it so much easier for me if you know this. So repeat after me as you begin to read, "Bella is NOT a half-vampire. Half-vampires do not exist."

The reason for that is because I have had so many reviews saying something about half-vampire and Bella in the same sentence… May that be PARTLY true, it needs to not be a factor… I hoped I cleared things up now ENJOY!

7. Something Is Changing

For the first time in my life, I didn't have a strange dream. Well, I might have but I don't remember what it was. Usually, my dreams are what I think about every morning. They are always strange and have some kind of meaning behind them. Or not. Before school, I always think about the dream I had the night before; I search for the meaning to it or why I had it in the first place. What I thought about this morning was the lack of dream. I was asleep, I remember, but I don't remember my dream, if I had one. That has never happened to me before; always, I remember my dreams and they are strange.

Another thing, the last thing I remembered from yesterday was looking at the deer after I killed it. I had no clue where I was or how I got there, but I had a pretty good idea about the where part. I still hadn't opened my eyes yet even though I had been awake for a few minutes already. My mind was preoccupied with the fact that I hadn't had a dream. I know, everyone dreams when they sleep, it's only if you remember what you dreamed about that you acknowledge that you dreamed. You always dream; every night.

But last night, I hadn't. It wasn't that I didn't remember my dream; it was that I didn't have one. Not a single thing was in my mind while I slept. Still, these thoughts were running in my mind and I hadn't opened my eyes. As far as I could tell, I was alone, but I've learned not to go by my ears, even when they do that weird thing and magnify everything.

Opening my eyes, I saw what I had expected; I was in my room.

Yesterday seemed too real to be a dream, though, it could have been the dream that I thought I hadn't had. I could have imaged waking up at the Cullens after Alice had Emmett and Rosalie "nab" me… It seemed unlikely that it was all a dream, but still plausible, too. Why the memory loss? Had the dream ended at that weird time and I had woken up and not realized it? It seemed that I was out a lot longer than that.

It had all been so real, I thought to myself. I looked around my room and saw no disturbance of any kind.

But it had all happened, I realized, as I looked down at my clothes and saw that they were what I had worn in the "dream" or the "yesterday". I hadn't gotten any wrinkles or blood on me when I had drained the deer. My clothes were spotless but looked like I had, well, slept in them, as I had.

It happened, I thought, I don't feel energy-drained like before I went to bed; I am "fully-energized" like the bunny. So what did this mean? How had I gotten back here? I only remember looking at the dead deer… Did I run back? It was too far… Did someone bring me back…? Who? My stomach growled and I went downstairs to get some cereal. I found a note that Charlie had written saying that he would be going fishing with Billy Black. Sunday to myself, I thought. Nice considering how I didn't fully understand yesterday, Saturday.

I could… go back, couldn't I? Should I? Already having "fed" it shouldn't have to be a replay. I could just go back and have the whole weekend to myself, right? No harm done, except for the loss of my Saturday which I could totally wipe out and do over. The Cullens would know what was happening but they should be used to it by now, and plus, I don't give a care about them anyways. That I remember perfectly; Cullens equal a "no zone".

The cereal didn't taste as good as usual; it was a little bitter but that was probably from the still-bloody aftertaste in my mouth from my "feeding" yesterday. I hate calling it that but what do you call it when a human drinks blood? -even when she doesn't like it and almost passes out from it.

Ewww… I told you it was gross, didn't I?

By this time I had decided that going back was the best thing to do. I would make the day the way I wanted instead of what the… Cullens had done. This time, Saturday would be mine. Sure, they would be able to remember everything that happened yesterday and they would know that I was doing something again, but they wouldn't know what exactly and they couldn't do anything to stop me in any case. This was completely safe and it was my weekend; no one- not a Cullen- would take away my weekend if I had something to do about it.

And I had something to do with it.

I decided I wanted to shake it up a little bit from the usual procedure so crouched and I jumped up onto the kitchen counter. Wow, I didn't fall and I got up here in one jump. Can't do that twice, I bet myself. I jumped back to the floor and crouched to jump again. Once I was on the counter, gracefully I might add, once again, I was astonished. That doesn't usually happen; that never happens, actually. I dismissed as luck. In fact, today was a rare day that I felt less-than-klutzy, which never happens. Taking advantage of it, I decided to experiment. I jumped onto the kitchen table and didn't break it. I jumped on top of the television in the living room and it didn't shatter. Once I had my fun, I jumped back onto the counter and crossed my legs. As is the norm, I used my left middle, ring, and pinky fingers and touched my crescent. As it had since I arrived in Forks, it tingled. But it was different this time. This time, touching my crescent made me feel… powerful. I felt like I could take down everything in front of me, and I wanted to. Leaving that thought, I pictured the time about Friday night at 11 P.M. to make sure that it was before Rosalie and Emmett had come.

The colors came, but instead of the usual seeing-what-would-have-happened, I saw what did happen in the past. I saw me jumping on furniture and couldn't believe how graceful I looked. I saw me eating cereal and wearing a grossed-out face, which I didn't remember making. I saw me waking up and looking around my room and at my clothing…

Then, and then, I saw it. I saw what I had been missing in my memory. It hadn't all been a dream as I had wished it to have been; it had been real, more so than I thought.

I saw myself being carried in Carlisle's arms to my home, to my room, and being lain down on my bed. "I know," he had said. I wondered what he had been saying that to. I saw him running in vampire speed, carrying me. I saw myself falling into his arms and saying, "I'm changing, Carlisle." And that one stumped me. Changing, I thought, changing into what? That didn't make any sense. Sure, I was a little too graceful today and I had "fed" on a deer yesterday. Sure, too, I had been running faster and hearing clearer… But I was not changing. No.

Besides, it was only the nape of my neck that had been bitten and the venom hadn't had time to spread.

The images of what had happened yesterday continued to fill my mind. I had struggled to the house from across the stream and deep into the woods. I had stayed on the ground looking at the deer. I had had a… pleasured… face on as I had fed on the deer; I had liked it? But I remembered clearly wanting to pass out from the bitter smell and taste. None of it made any sense. I saw myself running in a fast… vampire speed… to the deer, jumping over the stream and into the woods. What? None of this made any sense! I was myself yelling at the Cullens before I had gone to feed. Wait. I didn't use quotation marks on "feed" that time or the time before… Oh well, I saw myself talking to Carlisle and I saw myself lying on the Cullen couch, asleep. This part I hadn't seen, though; Rosalie and Emmett bringing me in, mostly Emmett because he was carrying me but Rosalie was telling him to be careful and not drop me and kill me. I hadn't known she could be concerned for someone besides herself. I guess I owed her, maybe. Not a chance.

I saw Rosalie and Emmett sneaking in through my window and being careful not to touch anything or make any noises. I saw Alice telling them about how I was supposed to be there and I wasn't. I saw them coming to get me so that I would be at their house, against my better wanting. I saw myself sleeping and it all stopped… now. I looked out the window and saw that it was dark outside. The phone rang and I looked at the caller-ID, but I already guessed who it was. CULLEN, CARLISLE. Needless to say because you should know already, I didn't answer it. They were calling because they knew what I had done. I didn't care. I was feeling tired so I decided to sleep until the sun came up. It was only 11 P.M. on Friday night after all, and I was still tired from the day before, but that was in the future that had already happened. Yeah, confusing I know. You will live, promise.

When I woke up, I saw that it was 7. I figured it was time that I get up I planned to go outside and read today. I took a shower and brushed my teeth. Then I ate some pop-tarts- they tasted worse than the cereal, but I shrugged it off to my mouth still having a bad taste- and then I grabbed Wuthering Heights, a towel, put on a tank-top and shorts, and headed outside. It was sunny today so I went and lied down on the towel in the backyard- it was out of the view of any people and it was sunny, too. The sun was shining and it hurt a little on my shoulder, but it was also kind of comfortable… tingly, even, and my exposed legs felt it too. I couldn't see what my crescent looked like without a mirror so I couldn't see what it looked like right then, and frankly I didn't want to; it brings the pain of the actual bite back to me.

I didn't even bother opening the book. The sun felt so good to me that I just lied on my stomach on the towel, lifted my hair so that the sun had full-access to my crescent, and fell into a semi-awake/semi-asleep state. There aren't words for how wonderful the sun felt on my body at that moment.

I didn't know if I was dreaming or if it was really happening and I didn't care because I felt so amazing while it happened, but somewhere, in some way, I heard voices. I didn't know who they belonged to. They may have been familiar or they may have been foreign. I didn't care either way. Probably, I should have recognized them and the names and gotten up and out, but I was mellow like a mini rubber duck that is dressed as a hippie- peace sign, hair-band, little jacket open and all.

"Is she asleep?"

"I don't know, ask Carlisle."

"She appears to be asleep."

"Look at that!"

"I know, I see it, but how can that be, Carlisle?"

"I've no clue, but she isn't exactly a normal human is she? She has an ability."

"Well, I think she is beautiful! If I were a man, I would date her! Look at the crescent! It is sparkling, Edward! Do you see it?! Isn't she beautiful?!"

"Yes, Alice; she always is."

Someone squeaked, but I didn't care who or what or why.

"Alice, please, can you calm down? You might wake her and I don't believe she would like to see us right now."

"Sorry, Carlisle, but look!"

"Human glitters! That's awesome!"

"Emmett, keep it down!"

"Sorry, I'm sorry."

"She was bitten and didn't change."

"Wow, Rosalie. I didn't think you would ever say that about a human and not want to kill them on spot, but I never thought this could happen to a human anyways, baby, so it's all good."

Someone growled but they didn't do it long.

"If you all don't be quiet and stop making your emotions go wild, I will leave. Especially you, Emmett."

"No, Jazzy. Okay, everyone be quiet!"

"Alice!" Several of the voices shouted.

"Sorry."

I was starting to wake up, mind and body, but I hadn't realized who or what or when or anything. I shifted my head from one side to the other hoping the unwanted voices would go away.

"That was close!"

"Emmett!" Several voices whispered harshly.

"The veins spinning off her crescent and down her body from it are all sparkling. It appears to be only in the veins. I wonder why…"

"It's strange, Carlisle."

"Indeed it is."

AN: I really do have a mini rubber duck dressed as a hippie! It is AWESOMEOUS, dudes and dudetts! It's totally hippie-ish! WHOOO. loL

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~Sylvia