Dances Hehe, ignore that. If you couldn't tell, I'm in a really good mood, despite the tragedy of my last chapter. I'm not happy that I killed Charlie shame, however, I am happy that you guys(and girls) liked it and loved all of your support and reviews. Please continue to read and support my stories in the future. Enjoy.

I am also AMAZINGLY sorry that it took me so long to write this chapter. I guess I'm not a weekend person. I had writers block ALL weekend and as soon as I got back to school this morning it just popped into my head! I hope you'll forgive me for leaving you at that cliffy for so long! Please enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 4

"Bella, Charlie's dead."

It took a moment for those words to register in my head and in the next, I was on feet. I could hear the broken, tearless sobs emanating from my throat. "I'll kill her!" I shouted furiously, struggling against the many arms holding me back. I had never felt this hostile to anyone, not even when James had told me that he had my mother as a hostage in his sick, twisted game. I guessed the thread of losing someone wasn't nearly as bad as actually facing the loss, especially knowing the pain that they must've gone through.

"Bella, Bella!!" Edward's voice was strange, afraid. I knew I could break their hold. As a newborn, I was stronger. Obviously, they knew that too as they tried to calm and console me. I had a faint hope that I wouldn't snap and end up hurting them- though I had never once dreamed that I could hurt one of the Cullens before this- but the anger spread through my veins like the fire from the venom, unable to be stopped and growing stronger all the while. Someone grabbed on of my arms and wound it behind my back. It felt like Alice.

"Let go of me," I snarled, dragging the whole family towards the door with me. "I'm not going to let her get away with this! I have to!" I was kicking and screaming now, edging ever closer towards the faint light from the doorway.

"Bella, don't. You know you'll regret this if you go through with it," Edward wrapped his arms around me, gentle yet restraining. He kissed the side of my neck which still sent pleasured shivers down my spin but I continued in my mission to the doorway, to Victoria. "Please Bella," he whispered pleadingly.

"I-I don't care," I choked. "She killed him and I'm still here. It's all my fault! If I hadn't been tricked by James so easily, If I didn't go off alone," I could feel myself slowing down and pushed myself harder to the door. "Please don't stop me Edward. I have to do this, for Charlie."

"Bella, listen. Wait," he was suddenly in front of me, gripping my hands tightly. "At least wait until we get this all sorted out." I could feel his grip loosen as I stopped pushing my way past him. "Charlie's funeral is going to be on Saturday in two weeks," I began to tense at the word funeral but held my ground, "You can't just go off and fight her first thing anyway, she's grown used to this life and she's lethal. She could easily kill you." I could tell that he knew his reasoning was working on me. He released my hands and pulled me into an awkward hug, the rest of his siblings still holding tight to my arms in case I decided to bolt.

"Two weeks," I whispered into his shoulder. I looked up at him with sadness in my eyes. "Edward?" he mouthed a 'yes' and I continued. "Why me?" Everything bad always happened to me. I was clumsy and danger followed me as if I were a magnet.

"I honestly don't know Bella," he kissed my forehead. "But please, until the time comes, let's not worry about it. I'm sure you must be thirsty. We have to get you out of Phoenix before something bad happens." I hadn't actually noticed before but as soon as Edward had mentioned thirst, flames shot up my throat, constricting it.

I let out a quiet moan. "You really had to remind me of that?" I complained, rubbing the side of my neck to attempt to ease the pain. "It's still bright out, isn't it?" I looked out of the door to be certain and sure enough, the hallway was still illuminated with sunlight. "Shouldn't we wait until dark?"

Edward pulled me towards the door, one hand around my waist and the other dangling limply at his side. "I'm sure we could find a back road," he sneered and gestured for his siblings to follow. "So..." he paused, unsure of how to approach the topic. "What now?"

"What do you mean, what now? We go on with our lives like we would any other day." I rolled my eyes to make it seem more obvious and he frowned. "What?" I read the expression on his face and groaned. I could tell that he had completely submersed himself in guilt. "Don't tell me you're going to sit around and mope all day about me being changed! You know I've wanted this and now I have it, and you have me!" I added in the hope that it would lighten his mood. Now that we weren't bound by any limitations we could do whatever we wanted.

"Bella," he seized the sides of my face and inhaled and exhaled slowly, his eyes closed, as if memorizing my scent, "Please don't think that I don't enjoy the fact that I get to keep you for forever, I really do. I just wash that it had happened...differently," he sighed and stared into my eyes. It seemed like he was looking for something that most likely didn't exist any longer.

Rosalie's irritated voice broke our reverie. "Are we going, or what?" she snapped. I flinched from the obvious anger in her voice. Edward hissed quietly but menacingly at her as she released my arm and began stomping loudly towards the door.

I stared in shock and awe at her retreating figure. She was so graceful even as she shoved the door open, leaving microscopic cracks lining the glass. "She doesn't like me," I stated simply. I'd always known that Rosalie was jealous of my being a human and having the life that she'd lost but I thought that maybe once that life was lost to me as well, she might have lost at least some of her hostility towards me.

Behind me, Emmett snorted and I spun around quickly to face him. "It's not that she hates you," he paused and looked towards the door and at a confused look from me, continued, "She is mad, however, that you seem to enjoy this life, if you can call it that." I could hear Rosalie's hushed growl from the door. I had never thought about it that way. Surprised, I chuckled softly to myself, reveling in the harmonious chime my laughs held.

"What is it?" Edward's amused yet curious voice answered from behind me. Apparently, he and the rest of the family had congregated to the doorway and were now waiting for me. I floated soundlessly across the dance floor, sure that- were my childhood ballet instructor here watching me- she would be absolutely ecstatic to see my grace now, and joined the others.

"I just, hadn't ever thought that that was the reason that Rosalie disliked me. I figured that she thought that I was intruding on your family." I looked down, embarrassed, only to raise my head again when Esme wrapped her arm around my shoulder and pulled me close.

"Intruding?" She said with an amused and hurt look on her face. "You have never intruded in this family. We all know how happy you make Edward and we're very glad of it. You're like a daughter to me and Carlisle, and a sibling to the others. How could we ever think that?" I was flattered that they had thought so strongly about me, after all, I had been far from perfect. At least in my opinion.

"T-Thank you," I stammered. If I could have blushed, I would be scarlet right now. The fact that the most beautiful family that I had ever laid eyes on had considered me as one of them absolutely blew my mind. Esme gave me a quick hug and pulled me towards the door. "So..." I began. They looked at me curiously. "Can you, um," I stalled, looking at Edward who was staring at me intently with so much devotion in his eyes that it could have swooned anyone, man or woman alike. I stammered and completely lost my train of thought as I stared into his dark golden eyes, they seemed solid now. He must not have hunted in a while.

"Your mind's still blank as ever, Bella," he sighed and a sad expression crossed his features. "Just spit it out." I giggled and looked down, relieved and somewhat saddened that Edward still couldn't see my thoughts. He looked at me curiously for a moment and then asked, "What?"

"Nothing," I giggled again. "I thought you couldn't read my mind?" Sometimes, thought he claimed that it was impossible, it seemed like he knew exactly what I was thinking. I smiled at him and pulled him to the door. "So, where are we hunting exactly?"

He smiled in response and responded, "Well...How do penguins sound?"

I think I'm going to stop here for today because I'm exhausted for some reason. D: I will try to update tomorrow with another good, long chapter and if it's not long enough I will gladly write more for you guys. Please continue to support my writing and review! Thank you! 3