Thank you for all the lovely reviews!! Keep them coming, it makes me write faster, honestly. Every time i read one, i write like another page. My love today goes to my sister Emma who actually thought up this entire plot on a six mile walk, and Lois because we just have such cool R.S lessons. PERSONAL BUBBLE, hee hee Lois xx

Heart Beat

Renee's Point of View

It had been three days since I had last seen Bella. My child. My daughter.

Before that, I had not seen her for years- I had got a phone call from her out of the blue less than a day earlier. She'd obviously been calling on a mobile, because her voice was jumping around, cutting out as she lost connection.

"Mum?" She'd called. "Can Lyra and I come and visit you?"

Pleased, I'd agreed gushingly, and checked plane times for her. Phil and I had gone to meet her in the car, and stood in the crowd as the passengers all through the barriers.

I barely recognised them.

Bella was a sickly pale women, with straggly dark hair and scared, wide brown eyes. She had over five bruises that traced their way up her arms. Lyra had been no better. She had looked better fed than Bella, but she had a long cut down her tiny arm that was all stitched up with thin black thread.

Bella's eyes had searched the airport, her arms tightening almost protectively around her baby. When I'd called and waved, she'd met my eyes- then carried on staring at me for a moment. Looking, but not seeing. When I'd called her name, she'd given her head a little shake and waved over, plastering a smile on her face.

I desperately wanted to find out what was wrong with her, but I was too scared to ask. In the car, she'd just sat in silence, her eyes only flickering from the window to glance over at Lyra every few minuets. Whenever she looked at her baby, there was such a reverent love in her eyes. I'd never seen anything quite like it. Bella had pinned everything on Lyra- her life, her heart, her soul…everything that had once belonged to Bella was now Lyra's- but was all that too much to put on a baby's head?

As soon as we'd arrived home, Bella had taken Lyra upstairs and put her to bed, then walked slowly back downstairs, announcing she was going out.

That had been the last time I had seen her.

I'd watched her pull open the door and walk off down the street, her shoulders hunched, her arms locked around her waist, and then I'd waited. I'd expected her to be back in a few hours- but she'd never come. I'd fallen asleep on the sofa waiting for her.

The next day, I searched the town for her. Phil wanted to go to the police, but I hesitated. One of the last things Bella had asked of me was to look after Lyra.

She's family I'd said. I'd promised to look after her- and I would do that. If we went to the police, Lyra might be taken off me.

On the third day that Bella had been missing, I woke up in the middle of the night. The darkness was too dense, and there was an eerier silence in the air that made my stomach curl. As soon as I opened my eyes, I was wide awake.

"I'm going to check on Lyra." I whispered loudly to Phil, who mumbled something, then rolled over in his sleep.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and nearly sprinted across to her bedroom. The window was wide open, the light wind blowing through, freezing the tiny bedroom.

Legs shaking, I stumbled across the room- and looked, horrified, down into the empty crib.

I was too late.

She was already gone.

Victoria's Point of View

The child recognised me.

I stood above her crib, staring down at her innocent little face as she awoke. She blinked once, seeming startled to have me stood there, so silently, then her eyes widened, and her bottom lip trembled.

She remembered me alright.

"Shush, baby, shush." I soothed as I slipped my cold arms around her and raised her to me, almost cuddling her. The thought made me feel sick. I was nearly cuddling this piece of scum. Bella Swan's baby. But I needed her. She played a vital role in my plan.

I had bitten Bella. I'd spent a few satisfactory minuets watching her scream out in pain, then taken her in my arms and carried her weightless body to an old broken down house. I'd effortlessly pushed aside the huge bolts on the metal gates, and pushed aside the door as if it were nothing more than paper. I'd dumped her on the floor- then watched her.

For two days, I'd watched as my worst enemy withered and screamed as the venom I had interested into her worked its way slowly through her veins, slowly poisoning her blood.

On the third day, her heart rate had started to climb. It was finally time. During the night, I'd run back over her house, and scooped her baby out the crib.

The child moaned, my cold arms raising goose bumps on her skin. I frowned as I heard the old grandmother in the next room stirring awake. She would be in here in a few minuets. I crushed the baby close to me, then pushed open the window, dropping from the three meters fall easily and landing, cat like, with the baby still safe in my arms.

I'd run back to where Bella was, moving easily through the silent sleeping city. Her heart beat was even faster than before, fluttering three times the speed a normal human one went.

It was so nearly time.

There was only one thing left for me to do.

I bent down and dragged my nail across Lyra's arm, reopening the cut that had been stitched up a few days earlier. Blood spilled over, dripping over my hand, and for a moment, my concentration wavered.

She smelled so good… I shook my head sharply. I had to stick to the plan. When Bella awoke in about five minuets time, she would be an angry and blood-thirsty vampire. The first thing she would see was her daughter on the floor, with blood dripping down her arm. She wouldn't be able to resist. Bella would kill her own daughter, and then have to live with that guilt for the rest of eternity.

I laid the child on the floor, next to Bella, then reached for the door. As much as I wanted to see Bella kill the brat, the smell of the blood was stifling, and Bella would be a newborn vampire which meant strong and ruthless. I didn't want to risk a fight.

With a smile wide on my face, I stepped outside and walked away as silence suddenly filled the air.

Bella Swan's heart beat had stopped.