Ok I have finally got things going now! I've committed to myself to an hour a day on the online course and I'm almost caught up. I don't have homework for the moment and it's almost Friday. Yay! Well, I've managed to survive this far, if I can only make it to the weekend.

Anyway thanks for all the encouraging reviews and just reviews. I'm sorry for complaining in my author's notes but I thought I was going to have to send myself off to the physic ward the other day. Phew! Well at least I've hit that road bump, went flying into midair but I landed on my feet! Oh and sorry for the dramatic cliffy yesterday. I wanted it to be vague and I knew I'd update as soon as I could. I think I like third person, it kind of turned out well. But I'll still make most of it first person unless said otherwise. Just to let you know, the last scene in third person had been in my head forever and I had to do it.

The blood on her finger was both insignificant and very significant…just not in the way you'd think. It's supposed to show the "change" Bella goes through when she makes the deal. P.S- I found the perfect techno song that first Bella for this fan fiction. It's called Remember the name.

Chapter Fifteen: A conference

Morgan Pov

It was nearly dawn before the air cleared of the uneasy tension that had been hovering over all of Forks. I was driving Bella's truck, off to meet Bella and the vampires that would try to get her back. I was relieved, what ever I had been preparing for had already happened and it seemed Bella was in the clear. Of course the healers at headquarters were very capable- but then again, they'd never seen something like this. All I know is that it's an experiment that only the inner circle of Council Members knew about.

I happened to find out by chance when I had been tying my shoe and hidden from the view of the others. I heard them say that Bella was the perfect candidate to try it out on but they didn't go into specifics. That was why I had come so early to visit her, I was afraid they were planning something incredibly dangerous for her. But it was quite obvious that whatever it was, it had worked. The only question that remained was what I would find when I did get there.

What exactly was this experimental thing? Whatever it was, it didn't sound good. Project Rose, they called it. Fidgeting with in nervousness, I pulled the cell phone out of my pocket and began dialing the headquarters main office phone.

My heart was beating frantically as this new danger occurred to me. I was worried but in a different way, now that Bella was still alive I didn't have as much to worry about but enough to worry about. I hummed tunelessly to myself as I waited for the receptionist to pick up.

"International Cultures headquarters, code please," said the cool tones of the curly haired blond that sat at the president's office.

(A/N International Culture headquarters is their cover up, they're so secret only a small portion of the government know about them but provides them with funding and offices as such for their services. Hence the secret service like body guards on the private jet Bella rode on in chapter ten. The code is the only way to access any information and lets them know who you are. Each hunter has a code to be recognized by when they call the office phone but can also have certain codes to get certain information that's not given to everyone.)

"Code: 457-62-34."

"Morgan, how are you?"

"Melanie, you know perfectly well this is no time for chit chat!"

"Fine, fine. I just thought you would have called your own sister more."

"Shh, don't say that or they'll kick you out of office."

"I don't care. I'm not providing top secret information to you or anything."

"Melanie!"

"Alright, alright, fine! Where can I direct your call?"

"Richard Gibson's desk actually." Since she had answered I had heard the flutter of papers being shuffled around and at once there was complete silence. I imagined her eyes widening at the phone.

"R-Richard's desk?"

"Yes, if you don't mind."

"How's Bella?" She asked suddenly, she would have sounded convincing had I not been asking what I was and the slight bit of hysteria in her desperate change of subject.

"This is very important and I need you to direct my call!"

"I know, I know."

"It's you're job and I've been trying to get through since last night."

"We've been flooded actually. There seems to be a dramatic uprising in vamps lately."

"What?"

"Yeah we sent some hunters out and they were successful but just barely. We think they may have a head's up a few minuets earlier."

"I-I..." How could this be connected? I had a sudden sinking feeling that the two events were connected somehow. "You don't understand. They're planning on something…and they're going to use Bella…"

B Pov

When I opened my eyes I was surprised to see bright sunlight streaking in through a window. I was lying on a small cot, surprisingly comfortable for a hospital I thought but then realized where I was. Headquarters.

I must have been asleep for only a few hours at the most but I felt alert and completely recharged, like I could go run a marathon right now and have plenty of time to get to school. I'd already missed most of yesterday but I had to keep up appearances. So I made my way into one of the bathrooms that was so graciously provided in the recuperation room. I was surprised to find that I didn't look touched at all, not the smallest bandage or prick of an IV or anything.

And after all that, it seemed so serious to everyone at the time but I was just a little weak from major blood loss. After all, I had nearly been sucked dry by a vampire just the other night. I think it was pretty good that this was one of my only times actually as a patient in this room. But usually I woke up to a healer or one would come in a few minuets later to explain what had happened and how I had been treated. But no one came. The entire place was eerily silent, even as I cast out my senses.

I didn't like this, not one bit.

I was glad to see that at least my clothes were here. I quickly slipped on a slim fitting maroon colored cami, my long black jacket and a pair of dark wash jeans with my usual heeled boots.

I didn't bother with make-up this morning or pulling my hair up. I just ran a brush through it and hoped I looked presentable, thanks to the no mirror rule of the headquarters. It seemed as if everything I needed was here as usual. I grabbed my back pack and keys and headed out of the room.

I was again surprised to see no hustling and bustling healers. But then again, there was probably a meeting and they'd decided to let me sleep. Oh well, I have a life outside of this place and appearances to keep up. They couldn't expect me to actually stay here.

So I strode out of the headquarters' healing sector and into the parking lot, not at all surprised to find my familiar truck waiting for me. I smiled to myself at the simplicity of this- for once not hassled by the healers about staying until I was "fully healed."

Plus, I was full of a new found optimism that I found invigorating.

When I finally got to school, I was glad to find that I was right on time. I pulled in next to Caroline's sleek black 2009 Saturn Solstice. (Ha! I'm so proud of myself; I did research on a car!)

I strode into class just as the bell rang and slid into my seat next to Alice and Caroline. Alice's eyes widened when she saw me. My good mood disappeared at once and I expected that at any moment she'd turn away.

But to my amazement, a note slipped into my hand when the teacher began the lesson.

Our house after school.

That was all it said and that was all I expected. Well actually it was more than I'd ever hoped for.

Third Person

What Bella didn't know was that she was quite right in assuming that the healers were attending a meeting with the other Council Members- save for one member who was somehow absent. Though President Richard Gibson had no time to waste on waiting for such an inferior member of the Council. Besides, she was too involved and therefore would be biased.

Richard straightened his tie and looked over his appearance in the floor length mirror that stood beside his office door. He was the picture of youth an authority; a twenty-three year old with dazzling emerald eyes and smile that made women go weak in the knees. His honey colored hair was slicked back neatly. He wore a black business suit and red tie.

"Beth!" He called. One of his many assistants rushed into the room at the sound of his call. She straightened up and smiled at him.

"Yes sir?"

"Get the stuff for the meeting; I'm heading to the conference room."

"Right away sir!" she almost saluted him the way she stood so pleased to be in his presence before marching back out of the office.

Richard opened the door and strode down the long bare hallway that led to the conference room. Upon entering he saw many of his associates and greeted them with the same business like smile.

"Richard," A few of them nodded as he past them and made his way to the front of the room at the end of the table. He set his briefcase down, took a sip of water and motioned for the others to have a seat. Once they did, Beth came rushing in with all the stuff he'd prepared for this meeting. A meeting that was meant to detail the experiment and the success of it last night, and briefing the healers on the stuff they didn't already know.

"Thank you Beth, you may go."

"Thank you, sir!" A moment later she was gone.

"Good morning everyone!" Richard flipped on the projector screen and removed the remote from his suit pocket. "As you all know, my scientists have worked out a very special something we like to call Project Rose." He clicked the first button and a full screen "Project Rose" showed up in fancy red font with a rose at the bottom of the page. There were a few murmurs from the men and women but he continued on as if he hadn't been interrupted.

"You are also aware of our choice of test subject, one Isabella Swan- age seventeen, currently ranked as one of the best agents of ours."

"Why Miss Swan?" Louise Bloom asked in a thick French accent.

"Because Isabella is highly qualified and able to withstand much. Last night she was sent on a mission to kill two vampires by the name of Jessica Hopkins and Maria Stars and given direct orders to use poison as her method of killing. However she didn't "foresee" the coming of extra vampires called in by the two vampires and was forced into using herself as the method of killing."

"And how does this fit with Project Rose?" Louise asked again.

"Because, she came to us last night with apparent loss of blood. Project Rose was put in effect yesterday, a simple toxin formed inside the DNA of a single rose in which was placed in Isabella's locker on Monday morning. We are aware that she is seeing someone and would automatically assume it was him."

Louise gave him another skeptical look at which Richard just smiled.

"She pricked her finger," he explained. Only a few people looked confused still, most everyone else murmured in excitement.

"And the DNA from the rose was transferred!" Bob Dillon said with astonishment.

"Correct. But the DNA was made not to take effect until it would be able to more easily attach its self into the blood and since she had already suffered blood loss…" He trailed off; pleased with the dramatic effect he was giving. He flipped through the screens and began to explain the process of constructing this DNA toxin/strengthener.

"If you'd please look in the cases sometime today, it will provide you with any additional information you may need," Richard smiled one last time and strode back out the conference room door an hour and half after he began.

Louise Bloom hopped into her black limo and opened up the small black case that she as well as everyone else had been given at the beginning of the meeting, once the limo pulled away from headquarters. She peered inside cautiously and pulled out a sheet of stats from Isabella from the previous night. There was also a written statement of what they thought this new experiment would result in as.

Project Rose started two and half years ago by a highly developed branch cooperation of the Council. It too was funded heavily by the government to be made so that they could create super soldiers. Now, we have finally perfect this tool and imbedded it into the DNA of a plant that was able to transfer the DNA to Isabella. If the result of this experiment is as was predicted, then we will have on our hands something to make all hunters much, much stronger and finally wipe out all vampires from this world in a single night.

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Wow, dramatic. I think it's a bit weird personally, especially how they talk about Bella like she's just a lab rat. Well technically she would be but an unwilling one of course. I hope that explains everything from the strange accident to the rose from no one. If you have any questions, please ask. And also….PLEASE REVIEW!

-V