Egads! On Chapter Two I forgot to include…

Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephanie Meyers, while I'm just teasing and bending them for a bit. No profit is being collected from the fiction contained within.

The storyline and non-Twilight characters are my creative fault and mine alone.

The storyline has women loving women, oh my, "Danger! Will Robinson Danger!" If this kind of love scares you, well darling turn around and go back the other way.

All language boo boos, whether it is in grammar or spelling or other miscues they lie at my feet, oh I could blame MS Word but heck fire that would be just silly.

Whew! That's a weight off my shoulders.

It was a bleak day as icy sheets of rain swept down from the dark gray skies puddling on the already rain-saturated ground. The cold and dreary weather seemed suitable to the day because for the lone figure it was an anniversary of sorts. It had been two years, seven hundred and sixty days ago when her world had been crushed in the very meadow she stood. Turning in place slowly, Isabella Marie Swan felt no numbing sadness invade her heart, no drowning sorrow as she did two years ago when Edward Cullen smashed her spirit. No those feelings had been replaced with anger, which still strummed through her body but not as intensely as it had at the first year's anniversary.

There was still the lingering taste of betrayal and hurt in her mouth as she thought back to the day he had left her. Edward's face had been so composed, so cold, as if he was telling her the history of the moon landing as opposed to stripping her heart away as he told Bella he didn't love her.

(Flashback)

"What do you mean, you don't love me?" Bella asked as tears streamed down her pale face staring into Edwards's topaz eyes with disbelief.

Sighing Edward placed his hands on her shoulders, "I hoped it was love but it's your scent. It is so alluring, so attractive, what I thought was love was lust, it just proves what monsters we vampires are. I'm sorry Bella; it's for the best, for everyone, for your protection."

"You're…you're lying," she stuttered out clenching at his arms.

"Bella, my family is a danger to you. We can't truly love. It's a fantasy to cover the blood lust we feel and you need to be safe from all of us." Pulling her tight he laid a chaste kiss to Bella's forward. "We are leaving. You must go on with your life."

"Leaving? All of you are leaving me?" She cried out pushing away from his body, his kiss. "Everyone? Even Alice?"

Edward's nostrils flared, it was the first sign of any emotions from him that Bella had seen but it was gone in an instant.

"She and Jasper left right after the incident," his tone was bitter as he pulled out the words. "I thought it best for him to be as far from you as possible."

"It wasn't…" she began but was cut off by his cold fingers on her lips.

"It just proves the point Bella, your blood is too alluring for my family and puts you in danger. We are depraved beings Bella and you, you have no sense of self-preservation." He paused as he took a step away from her. "You should never have...you must forget us."

All the muscles in her body went lax as she crumbled to the damp grass watching him as he turned and walked away. Leaving her there, discarded like unwanted trash on the roadside. With every step, every time he set his foot on the ground moving farther from her, he was squishing her heart as if it was a bug under his shoe.

As she curled into a fetal position, trying to hold in the remaining love he was taking away with each passing moment, Bella heard his last words, his last command to her.

"Don't do anything foolish."

With those words he had reached in and wretched her heart completely. There was no compassion in those words. The tone was as cold as he was physically distant to her.

(End Flashback)

Shaking her head at the memory Bella dislodged the raindrops that had been accumulating on the hood of her cape. She found it hard to believe sometimes that she had been that simpering little girl. Whose life had become so wrapped up in Edward Cullen that she had almost lost all sense of herself to him. Yet, after two years she was no longer that lost girl, no she had grown into a woman who wasn't dependent on anyone for her feelings or for her protection.

'Protection! There's a laugh.' She thought with a quirk to her red lips. Gazing towards the trees she chuckled and spoke aloud, "Edward you idiot, you were protecting me from the wrong vampire when you forced your family to leave. What would you think if you saw me now?"

Tilting her head back, the hood of her cape slipped off her head, revealing alabaster skin and golden eyes flecked with amber as she let the cold rain coated her face. The rain felt warm to her cold porcelain skin as it drifted down from her face to her neck.

Providence had been perhaps cruel and twisted but still it had granted her that, which Edward would have denied her, the desire to be a vampire.

(Flashback)

One day, two days, one week, two weeks of forcing herself to move forward through the molasses of hurt, depression that engulfed Bella after Edward, the Cullens and Alice had left her. Go to school, go to the edge of the forest and stare, go home, repeat and stir go to school, go to the edge of the forest and go home again day after day. All she did was go through the motions of living because she knew she wasn't really alive anymore.

This day was different, Bella parked her truck at the edge of the forest as usual, but instead of sitting in the cab she got out of the truck. It was with hesitant steps that she moved into the forest. This first time, since he had left her, her feet had touched the forest floor. New tears filled her eyes as she inhaled the smell of moist earth and pine.

"Ah, is the little human sad?"

Bella's eyes widened, she recognized the velvet voice, turning her head she saw Victoria staring at her with a malicious grin. The redheaded woman was leaning against a tall pine tree her red eyes glowing as she stared at Bella.

"Did your friends leave you all alone?" Victoria asked as she pushed herself off the tree and walked towards Bella.

Though the instinct to run, to scream flashed through her, Bella just stood and watched as the woman came closer. Her movements were fluid like a giant cat stalking her prey as she drew closer.

Victoria reached out to stroke her cheek; Bella flinched slightly but did not move away from the cold fingers as they caressed her.

"Did your friends think I would not come back and avenge the death of my mate James?" She asked leaning in whispering in Bella's ear. Pulling Bella tightly to her Victoria inhaled deeply, "ooh, your scent is so delightful, so intoxicating."

Her heart was pounding but Bella wasn't sure if it was from fear or excitement or perhaps both. The fiery vampire before her offered her the release she had wanted since Edward had left her, something she couldn't bring herself to do on her own.

"I've been watching you, my sweet," Victoria growled lightly. "Where is your boyfriend?" She asked as she ran her fingers down Bella's side.

"Gone," Bella answered as goose bumps covered her flesh. "He left, he won't be back."

"Hmmm," Victoria nuzzled and licked Bella's throat. "Oh he'll be back when he finds out what I've done to you. He'll feel the pain I felt when James died."

Shivering involuntarily at the words, "you're going to kill me."

"Oh yes, I'm going to drain you dry. I'm not going to waste a precious drop of your exquisite blood and then I'm going to have some fun afterwards."

Swallowing hard Bella could feel her fear crawling inside of her.

Victoria placed her hand over Bella's heart, "yesss, you should be scared of me my sweet and what I have in store." She paused, her eyes turning black. "Oh God, you are so fucking tempting, your scent is so strong, so fucking alluring." Licking her lips, the redhead shuddered and she sniffed deeply.

"So I've been told," Bella said softly shocking herself at being able to speak let alone with what she had said.

"After I drain you I'm going to scatter your parts so it'll take weeks, even perhaps years for them to find all of you."

Suddenly Victoria's mouth was on her throat, her teeth penetrating her carotid artery. A moan of pain escaped from Bella's mouth as she felt her life pumping away as Victoria's venom seeped into her. Images of Edward and Alice passed through her mind as Victoria groaned with pleasure. A smile graced Bella's lips she was sure death wasn't to far from her now.

(End Flashback)

Tilting her head forward and pulling her hood back over her damp mahogany hair, Bella could laugh at the disappointment she first felt when she realized she hadn't died at Victoria's lips. Though her body had burned painfully, the worst pain she could imagine a being could go through, she survived. Jacob, her best friend since childhood, Sam Uley and others from Quileute had come to her rescue. They had shape shifted to their wolf form and torn Victoria apart before she could kill Bella. Yet, they were too late to stop the transformation of her turning from human to vampire. The others had wanted to kill her but Jacob wouldn't allow it. He grabbed Bella and ran off with her in his arms, before the others could stop him.

Thinking of Jacob, Bella sighed deeply. He had fought his natural instinct; he had turned against his people because of his love for her. Through her whole transformation he had been there with her, holding her tightly in his arms as she screamed with agony. When she was finally freed of the fiery bondage, Bella had opened her eyes to a new world. She was reborn.

Mentally shoving aside her memories, Bella took a deep breath more out of reflex then need and turned her mind to the present. There were a great many things she needed to set into motion and the first was how was she going to deal with Charlie.

Rubbing her temples Bella tried to massage her thoughts, her plans together on how she was going to approach her father. Her disappearance had been sudden and unexplained. Rumors had run rampant from what she and Jacob had learned, from her running away to her being kidnapped to her committing suicide. In some respects Bella found all the rumors had a hint of truth to them at least in an ironic warped way.

(Time Shift)

Staring at Charlie's house, her home but was it really her home anymore, Bella wasn't sure and she was scared to find out. Would he welcome her? Would he accept her? Would he have a heart attack on seeing her?

'What I wouldn't give to have Alice's talent at this point. Some sort of vision to see how Charlie will react.' Blowing out a frustrated push of sir, Bella ran a hand through her fingers. 'Crap, get on with it Bella.'

With a soft growl Bella forced herself to move to the house at the speed of a normal human, a speed she had to practice before returning to Forks, having lived with no such restrictions for nearly two years. Standing at the door, she paused unsure whether to just walk in or ring the bell and wait for him to answer. She can hear him rambling in the kitchen fishing through the refrigerator and mumbling about the need to get groceries. Smiling softly at Charlie's aversion of grocery shopping, Bella straightens her shoulders and makes her decision pushing open the front door.

"Charlie," she says so softly that only a supernatural being can hear. Swallowing she forced herself to speak louder as she moved towards the kitchen, "Charlie."

The sound of glass hitting the linoleum floor in the kitchen crashes the air seconds after Bella calls out to her father. Quickly discarding her cape, tossing it to the couch, Bella continued her fast steps towards the kitchen.

"Bells?" Charlie calls out with disbelief.

His deep voice is raspy, it is barely audible, but Bella hears it and silently steps into the kitchen. They both stare at each other; shock fills both of their faces at seeing each other. Neither can believe what they are seeing as they silently study each other.

"Charlie," Bella whispers. He has lost weight, so much so his uniform hangs from his frame. Dark circles surround his sunken eyes, making his chocolate eyes seem darker then normal. 'God he looks more dead then me,' staring at him.

"You're, you're…God Bells is it…this isn't," Charlie stammers as he tries to grasp the vision before him. The young woman before him looks like his Bella, his little girl but then she doesn't as well. The eyes, the skin, the coloring all that is wrong but the face, the face though thinner more refined is his daughter's. "Is it really you?"

She doesn't have time for confirmation before his shaking knees begin to collapse under him. Bella reaches him in seconds wrapping her strong arms around him and picking him up. Charlie gasped in surprise but didn't fight her bodily assistance; he was in too much shock. Carrying into the living room she gently sets him into his favorite easy chair and kneels down in front of him.

"Are you real?" He asked softly as he hesitantly reached out to touch her.

"Oh, dad," she murmured as his warm hand caressed her cheek. Leaning into his rough palm she relished the touch. "I'm real. I've missed you so much."

With trembling fingers he traced across her face, noting how cold her skin against his, "Bells what happened? You've changed."

"There is so much I have to, need to explain to you," she began her voice breaking as she spoke.

Though no tears would come Bella could not stop the deep sobs that pushed from her gut and out her mouth. Without a word Charlie drew his daughter into his lap and held her tightly to his chest. Slowly she told him everything, starting with the Cullens and ending with her coming home to him.

The telling took hours, draining both of them emotionally and Charlie physically. What his daughter shared with him bordered on insanity but he could not deny the evidence in front of him, he could not deny his daughter. God his daughter, his Bella was home after two years of searching, worrying and grieving at loosing her, she was safe at home in his arms.

Charlie had disliked Edward Cullen before but now he thoroughly hated the teenage vampire for hurting his daughter. Edward had claimed he loved Bella but as far as Charlie was concerned that wasn't love, obsession perhaps, lust no doubt, selfish desires absolutely, but not love. Holding Bella in his arms, he blamed the boy not only for the sorrow he caused her, but also for the pain the past two years had been brought to the both of them. If he ever saw the boy again and though he knew he couldn't kill the son of a bitch, he was still tempted to shoot Edward just to make his anger felt.

"Bells," Charlie said softly as he stroked his daughter silken locks. "We'll stumble through this together. It doesn't matter to me the changes in you. All that matters is my little girl is home and she's safe."

Pulling her head back from Charlie's shoulder Bella gazed at him with wonder. Here she had just shared with him the fantastical nature of vampires and within mere hours he was accepting of the concept.

"I know what you're thinking Bells," he began quirking a smile at her. "How can your old man be accepting of such stuff? To be honest honey I'd believe in fairies if it meant you're alive."

Chuckling Bella shook her head, "no fairies that I'm aware of dad."

An image of Alice floated through her mind but she quickly squashed it away. She didn't want to think about the pixie vampire or any of the Cullens at the moment.

"Besides, I always thought there was something strange about the Cullens, what with their eyes, their rather pallor skin tone and I always found them to be rather standoffish, well accept for Alice, her I liked."

Seeing the flash of sadness pass through his daughter's amber eyes, 'that's going to take some time getting use to.' Charlie thought as he mentally kicked himself for bringing up Alice's name.

Giving her forehead a light kiss, "it's getting late Bells and since your old man is only human I think it's time to get some sleep." He paused as Bella shifted out of his lap, "I…uh…your room is how it was when you disappeared."

Smiling, "thanks Charlie." She said softly as she took his hand and helped him out of the chair.

After bidding her father a good night Bella walked down the hall to where her bedroom was located. 'My room,' she thought with a quiet sigh as she opened the door.

Even if she didn't need to sleep she found herself welcoming the idea of lying down on her bed, in her room, in her home. It was still surreal to her that she was indeed home again. Bella wandered around her room fingering her various possessions and noted that though Charlie hadn't removed anything he had kept the room dust free. Revealing to her, his hope and desire that she would return home.

Finally flopping in her bed, Bella smiled as she gazed at the ceiling. 'Home, I'm finally home.'