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BPOV

I woke up surrounded by soft green pillows. I guess the "few minutes to think" turned into a nap… whoops. I looked for a clock but there was nothing in the room of the sort. Vampires probably don't need them… either that or they just wear watches. I pulled out my cell phone and saw it was 1:23 am.

Oh, not a nap, more like a coma…

The baby must have decided it was time for me to awake, because my stomach was getting nudged about every minute. After I went to bathroom, I started to descend the stairs.

I was really getting hungry since I hadn't eaten anything since I left Charlie's; that already felt like a lifetime ago. But I wasn't in a regular home where people eat food all the time to survive. I was at the Cullen's, and they weren't even here to fake being human with their props.

I still headed to the kitchen, at the very least I could get a drink of water. My throat was feeling dry. I don't remember the last time it felt like that; like I hadn't drunken anything in days.

After four glasses, my throat still felt unquenched, but I really didn't want to keep drinking. I would have to make multiple stops to the restroom now anyways.

I started opening up cabinets and drawers, mainly out of curiosity. I figured it was impolite to snoop, but they were gone. They left me, why should I care about common courtesy now? All the dishes and silverware were accounted for. I guess that makes sense, they don't use them anyways.

I walked over to the pantry and opened the door. Holy crow! FOOD! The entire pantry was full of food. Cereal, canned soup, cake mixes, bread, peanut butter and jelly, canned vegetables. It was full of all the instant food I loved for when I used to come over so Ed-

So he didn't have to take me home for meals. Damn, that was close; almost thought his name.

I grabbed a can of chicken noodle. Comfort food sounded good right about now. I watched it heat in the microwave. I had no patience for the stove right now, quick and radioactive please.

I started remembering the letter and what Alice wrote, "Blood's in the fridge. Why you need that, I'll never know." And she expected me to know? I opened the fridge and there was a ton of blood in plastic bags, the kind hospitals use. There had to be about thirty or forty bags. It completely filled the fridge, except for the one tiny spot in the door that had a half gallon of milk that was expiring in a few days. What could I use that much blood for?! Alice has lost it this time.

I shut the fridge door and went to retrieve my soup. After the first few bites, my belly stopped doing flips. I hadn't even realized it was so constant till it stopped. Hungry too, huh? I rubbed my bump while I ate my soup. Afterwards, I washed the bowl and spoon with water. I figured it was too late to actually go anywhere… plus I had no idea where to go.

I knew I couldn't stay here forever, but a few days couldn't hurt, right? I mean it was only my heart that would break when I actually left this place, when I left the rest of him behind. But my heartache wasn't as devastating since I realized I was pregnant. It was like I had a reason to keep going now. I was still miserable, and I missed him. But I couldn't hate him when hegave me my little nudger, could I? I needed to be strong for this baby. I would love him and our baby forever, whether he wanted me or not.

I hadn't even realized I was walking, let alone walking up the stairs. I was standing in front of his door, and I was absolutely frozen.

I… I don't know. Do I wanna see what it looks like now? Would it be better or worse if everything was the same?

I couldn't answer my own question because I had no idea. It would hurt if everything had vanished, because then it would be like he really was gone, and never coming back. But if everything was there, then it was like he didn't want the stuff, just like he didn't want me. But I wanted him… I still want him. He should be here…

And he should. He should know he's a father. Just because you're not in love with the mother, doesn't make you uninvolved.

But he had no clue I was a mother, just like he didn't know he was father. I couldn't blame him for not knowing, could I?

Go in or not? That was the question. All my stalling was really changing it. A nudge put my hand on the doorknob. Okay, we'll go in…

It was exactly the same.

All the books, CDs… they were all there. The couch and carpet looked like they were just waiting for him to come home and need comfort. It was like he never left.

Of course, that wasn't true.

I sat on that couch for at least a few hours, but it felt like days. I just stared around the room. There were no gaps in the shelves. Every CD and book was there. He didn't need, or want, any of them?! He loved music and he loved his books. I was dumbfounded.

I couldn't sit there anymore. It was just too painful. I wandered around the house some more and found myself in front of Rose and Emmett's room. Another room I did not frequent, but for a completely different set of reasons. For one, Rose hated me; and I wasn't to keen on her either since she didn't attempt to hide her feelings. Second, I had no desire to accidentally witness their activities. The jokes Emmett told were about all I could take on the subject. And third, why would I spend time with them in here, when I had him?

All of those reasons were stupid. Especially the third. At least now…

I walked inside, politeness be damned, what was Rosalie gonna do to me now?

The room looked like how I expected Alice's room to look. The colors varied in whites and browns with some blue pillows on the bed to add some color. The color scheme was very simple and pure. I should have been surprised, but I wasn't. Somehow I always figured that Rose liked simple things when it came right down to it. She just lived up to people's expectations, hence the flashy clothes and car.

The only things left in the room were a bed and a metal trash can, which was filled with crumbled pieces of paper and something else. It looked like a frame, so I went to pick it up. It was a family photo, the same one that was in Alice's room. She had a family photo, with me, in her room? Why? There were no mustaches or black eyes drawn over me, like I would have expected.

I put the frame back in the trash can. Searching their house was only leading to more questions.

I went down the hall to Carlisle's study. His room was the one with the most missing pieces. The art work was gone, which wasn't surprising since it was basically his history. His desk was gone too; it was antique so he probably couldn't bear to part with it. The only thing left was a wide filing cabinet. It was styled in the same way his desk used to be but obviously more modern. Probably custom made to match the desk… I walked over to the piece of furniture. When I tried to open it, it wouldn't budge, and then I noticed the keyhole. It looked familiar… the key!

I ran to Alice's room and pulled everything out of the trunk looking for the antique-looking key she left. Once I found it, I ran back to Carlisle's study. I wasn't sure what I was hoping to find, Alice certainly wasn't giving me much to work with. But I had faith that something would come from being here, in their house, that would let me know what to do.

I inserted the key. I knew it! It was absolutely for the filing cabinet. I turned the key and opened the first drawer. There were just empty files with random names, none of which I recognized. The second drawer had medical supplies, scalpels, needles, IVs, and a lot of stuff I didn't recognize.

The last drawer was next and I suddenly felt a nudge. I know, we'll eat soon… I opened the drawer and saw several metal syringes. What the hell? I picked one up and saw the titanium imprint. That seems unnecessary. I turned the syringe over so I could read the label; Jasper.

I picked up the next one; Rosalie. They all had their names on them. Alice, Emmett, Esme, Carlisle … him. What are these?

There was a sticky note under the forth syringe, it simply said one word; Venom. As in their venom? As in what spreads when they bite you? Oh my god. That was it, that was my answer.

But still, it only led to more questions…

A/N: Thank you to all those of you who reviewed. I've been on cloud nine with all the reviews and favorite alerts being sent for my story. I decided to post this early since I found an internet connection, YAY!

I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I know it's a bit boring with no dialogue or interaction with other characters, but it will change soon, I just need to get to a certain point. I hate unanswered questions and that would be what I would leave you all with if I don't write chapters like this. I have the next fifteen chapters planned with VERY vague notes, so don't worry I do have a plan.

BTW, a lot of you are really hoping for Alice to come back and help Bella some more. I love that idea, but I do have another one. I would change it, but I love where I'm taking the story and part of that is what I'm having Alice do. So relax, you'll see her again. In fact I may add another Alice POV. I love writing for her.

Have Questions – Ask and as always, Review. I love to know what you like or dislike.

~kmwhyte