OK. I don't know if anyone has been reading this due to the lack of reviews and I personally am enjoying writing this story so even without reviews I'm still going to write it. However I would love to see a few reviews. Makes me a little bit more motivated to continue on this Fanfic when my other one is getting more reviews or any reviews is more like it. So if your readers just pop in and say hello. I don't need anything "deep" justing knowing it's being read will keep me writing.

Brian POV

Esme sat across from me after the wolves had left and explained to me how they were friends. It was hard to believe something like werewolves existed but Edward kept insisting they were only shape shifters. They could be humans and then turn into wolves. How much more werewolf did he want? If vampires could exist then I suppose werewolves aren't that long of a shot and considering I was vampire I had no real hope of doubting them. After the large Indian had come out of the woods in just sweat pants and talked with Edward he and the rest of the werewolves were headed back to someone named Nessie.

"Nessie is half human Brian," Esme said and I flinched as a spike of pain stabbed into my skull. For some reason when I saw the Cullens or the big Indian I would feel pain as well. Carlisle told me it would fade but I was doubtful. The voices in the back of my head encouraging me to do strange things had not stopped but then again I never told anyone about them. What use could drinking bleach or standing in front of a train do? I largely ignored the voices but they still throbbed in my head if I didn't keep busy.

Esme looked at me apologetically before looking thoughtful.

"You don't like that name do you?" she asked softly and I shook my head.

"What would you like to be called?" she asked and I moaned. As much as I hated the name people kept calling me I was almost as annoyed with choices and this time there were millions not three. Most choices seemed to not matter so I couldn't see why they were important but then again maybe there was something I wasn't seeing. What if the choices were important and I was making mistakes by not choosing. As confusing as it was and as much as I was trying desperately to ignore the burn in my throat from when the wolves were here I simply didn't have any more room in my head to analyze my options to make an informed decision.

Esme was smiling at me with patience when Alice's voice rang down the stairs.

"He doesn't like decisions either," Alice sang gleefully for some reason I was not sure about. Why would anyone be so happy about making decisions for others when there were far too many to make for yourself?

Alice danced into the room but my focus was on the purple dress she wore. I wasn't paying attention to the curves of her body but the way the light seemed to glow off the purple silk fabric. The way it moved in the wind and how dust seemed to part around it instead of sticking like normal clothes.

"What would you like to call me?" I asked Esme tentatively and she furrowed her brow with a slight troubled look, "If it makes you uncomfortable I'm sure Alice can come up with something. She seems to like making decis…" Alice had walked up behind me and the silky fabric touched my bare shoulder and I found myself entranced by the feel of it. I rolled the fabric in between my thumb and index finger and realized it's feel was much like our skin other than the solidness of our skin. I was completely lost in the fabric when Alice and Esme both giggled snapping me out of my daze and letting go of Alice's dress.

"Sorry," I said clearly embarrassed.

"Don't worry little brother. You won't be this flighty forever," Alice said with a glowing smile.

"I wasn't uncomfortable," Esme said reclaiming her uncomfortable look, "There was a name I once wanted to give someone when I was human and I didn't know if it would be proper if you were to take his name," she said in such a way that it sounded more like a question or request. I was even more confused then she looked but Alice froze at her words and I was worried I had upset Esme and looked down.

"I don't want to make you sad Esme," I said quietly, "I just want you to be happy. Like you have made me." I noticed Alice relax and the smile that was on her face encouraged me but when I looked at Esme a strange feeling twisted my insides. If she could I was positive she would be crying. Somehow I had hurt another person dear to me. Another? Who else had I managed to hurt these past two days? I couldn't think of anyone but I couldn't shake the feeling this was just one of many. Frustration began to build along with grief but even though I was trying to control it was no good. I felt my entire body tense when the sound of the wind swooshed past me and Jaspers sweet scent filled my senses and a wave of calm soothed me away from an outburst. I slowly released my grip on the edge of the old wooden table and realized I had left an imprint on Esme's favorite table. I lowered my head once more in shame that I could not control myself but that just sent another surge of calm through me. Esme was by my side very quickly.

"What happened?" she asked Jasper over my shoulder as she hugged me but I had a distinct feeling that if I hugged her back I would hurt her so I stayed rigid in my chair. Something about this thought made no sense but at the same time pain was ringing through my skull.

"I don't know. He all of a sudden felt regret and guilt so strongly. What happened?" he asked just as anxious.

She never let go of my but I was starting to feel uncomfortable. The unconditional love she gave me was making me scared. I knew I had felt this before but I also knew that indescribable pain had followed. I quickly stood and peeled myself away from Esme and the three vampires watched me cautiously. Was I so weak they thought I mite attack them?

"But you mite," a strangely familiar voice said in my skull and I tried to ignore it. It reminded me of the voice with the strange requests but it was so much clearer than usual. My hand went to my head and I looked at them apologetically but they only returned concerned looks.

"We need Edward," Esme said.

"I hurt someone I care for again," I spoke still holding my head with my hand, "I don't understand how I do it but I know I hurt them, and now I'm hurting Esme. I can't stay if I'm only going to make her cry."

As much as I felt this was a solution I was terrified of the idea of being alone. I had nowhere to go and if I ran into humans… I felt my very core tremble when I thought about the way they smelled. Even the wolves blood had been appetizing in a starving man kind of way. My mind flew uncontrollably going through scenarios and that's when the voice in my head spoke.

"That's why you need to die. Stop hurting good people. You're a monster," it spoke in crystal clarity. I wasn't a monster. How would dying solve anything? Carlisle said I could learn control and I believed him, but if I left I would have no one to teach me the control I needed.

Esme took me by the shoulders roughly with frustration in her eyes.

"Not all crying is because we are sad," she said staring into my eyes. I had the distinct feeling she was peering into my soul. I was beyond confused but her words seemed true.

"The name I was thinking of was the one I planned on naming my child who did not survive when I was human. I did not want you to think I was just using you as a replacement," she said sincerely. I thought about this and understood how it mite be hard. The fact that she saw me as someone who she would name after her child filled me with happiness and quieted the negative voice in my head to a low murmur, and at the same time she didn't want me to think she didn't care for me for who I was.

"I don't care what you choose to call me…mother" I tested the words shyly looking for any signs of regret in Esme's eyes but she only brightened considerably. That's when I noticed Carlisle had gotten home and was leaning in the door way with a small smile. He had been the only one that worried me because I had only ever seen him act cold, but then again I hadn't seen him very often but the content love filled look he gave all of us made me feel secure.

"How do you like Alex?" Esme said happily. It seemed as good as any but the most important thing was that it made Esme happy.

"He likes it, and if you were wondering where Bella and Edward are they are getting his papers in order right now," Alice said mischievously.

"You could have saved them a lot of trouble," Rosalie said, appearing from the garage, petulantly and Alice stuck her tongue out at her.

Something stuck out in my mind I had been intending to ask Rosalie about for awhile but I stayed quiet just stairing at her hair when she noticed.

"What?" she asked with curiosity.

"How do you work under a car for so many hours but your hair never gets dirty?" I asked still looking at her shiny blond hair. She herself was covered in grease but her hair was always flawless. Everyone was silent for a long time before they erupted into laughter. I bristled a little with indignation at the reaction because I really wanted to know but in everyone else's state I doubted I would get a response any time soon so I set out to find Emmett who was ALWAYS doing something interesting.

Tim POV

Carlisle had not come back while I was in the room. I had been paying attention to the nurses enough to probably be able to do their jobs for them as far as Mel was concerned. Not that I wasn't thankful because when she woke up I knew she would be mortified if I had had to bathe her. Sometime in the week I had decided the one person I wouldn't lie to was Mel, and so when we were alone I talked to her and told her how things were going in the town and who we had lost and who was still around and how much her parents needed her to wake up. I went as far as to reassure her that I would help her through physical therapy. It was two days after Carlisle had told me that I broke down a begged her to wake up, but she didn't.

After another Doctor told me I was wasting my time and that she may not make it I almost punched him in the face but instead I just told him to go to hell. Cussing wasn't prevalent in our little town and I could count on one hand the times I had done it but he needed to get the message. I chuckled a little at myself for feeling guilty for saying the word hell after all the movies I had seen where hell was a "baby" curse word. I started bringing her favorite books from her home after I had begged her to wake up. Not only had I not read most of them but it calmed me. I felt like I was doing everything I could and in all reality I was. I found myself reading for hours on end only leaving when the nurses needed to take care of the more embarrassing things. The nurses thought my devotion was incredibly romantic but this only made me mad. They were dabbling in there cute little gossip about couples and cute patients or doctors and they had no idea what they were talking about. This led to me keeping to myself except with Mel which was very one sided conversation but I still had the feeling she was listening.

I often woke up with my head resting on a book leaning on her bed but when I woke up Friday night it wasn't of my own choice. I felt a weak hand patting my arm and I jerked up from one of my normal nightmares. At first I thought it had been in my head but when Mel grabbed a hold of my arm I stared at her. I looked into her Hazel eyes and they were very aware with slight panic in them. Who could blame her with all the cords and wires attached to her? I reached over and jabbed the nurse button a few times and turned to smile at her. I don't know when I started crying but it felt wonderful to release the emotions I had had bottled up for nearly a week. Only Mel could understand the emotional wounds we both carried, and I tried to control myself as she started to cry as well. She couldn't speak because of the tube in her throat but the look in her eyes told me she was frightened. The way her eyes darted about the room made me tense a little. Was she looking for Brian? With that thought a nurse came into the room and when she saw Mel was awake she shooed me out of the room and paged a doctor. As much as I hated sitting outside her room this time it felt wonderful. I wasn't waiting for her to be taken care of I was waiting to see her, talk to her, be there for her and she would be able to do the same for me. I didn't know how much I myself needed a support until I realized she was awake. For the first time in who knows how many days a smile crossed my lips as I sat down leaning on the wall with my arms on my knees that were pulled on by my chest with my head sagging between them. I had cried a lot this past week alone in Mel's room but this was happy tears and I could feel them cleansing me as surely as the nurses were helping Mel.

It was Saturday morning before they finally let me in to talk to her. Even when her mother gave her the news she took it gracefully. The only sign of sadness or frustration was a small frown. She talked to her mom and dad for a long time but it seemed to me she was assuring them more than the other way around. Some would think Mel's parents would have asked for some time alone but when I called and told them she was awake they were here within the hour and I had barely survived the bear hug her mom gave me and the grateful look her dad gave me pretty much dubbed me one of the family. Considering we had been childhood friends in the first place made things smoother but I was still pleased to be able to be there for Mel.

The doctors didn't know how long she would need to stay but there were a lot of things to take care of so her parents went with the doctors to work them out. I had been waiting for a chance to talk to her alone since she woke but I wasn't about to rush her into it. She of course had other ideas.

"Where is Brian?" she asked in a strained voice. Apparently her breathing tube had not been very comfortable. I wanted to answer her but something was making me hesitate. If what Carlisle said was true the more that new the more dangerous it would be. Maybe she had forgotten what had happened at the woods.

"Don't try to tell me he is dead. I've seen him," she said with a determined look.

"What? When? He has been missing for almost a week now. The whole hospital was a slaughter house," I whispered.

"I saw him on Sunday," she said uncertainly, but she couldn't be right because that was the day the entire hospital had become a blood bath.

"He was so scared. He seemed different but when he saw me I could tell it was him," she said looking into her lap, "He looked like them."

"Looked like who?" I asked bewildered. We both knew who we had come to call them and I refused to believe it.

"The ones in the woods," she said quietly but when she saw my expression she jumped to his defense, "but he was so scared. It was like he didn't know what he was doing," she tried to say but it only turned into a cough.

I waited for her to stop coughing and then took her hand.

"Did he do this to you?" I asked trying to keep my anger from my voice and when she looked away troubled the restraint that was required for me to not throw my chair was immense. The pieces of the puzzle were falling together. Whether Carlisle wanted me to know or not I was almost positive I was right. The obsession with blood. Why Brian was dangerous to me but not Carlisle and his family. His brief sickness, and now the fact that Mel was saying he looked like them. Brian was now a vampire and he was the one who had killed the whole hospital. My anger screamed out for a vent but something in me kept me from raging. Brian would never do something like that. I didn't have all the information and I still couldn't condemn my friend even if he was a vampire. The fact that vampires even existed pretty much blew my perspective on the world to hell making UFO's, demons, ghosts, werewolves, goblins, and magic all possible and if so the majority of the human race had no idea. The thing that worried me though was that Brian had hurt Mel and that was something I don't know if I could forgive Brian for if he was still human. I truly prayed I was wrong about this whole supernatural crap but nothing else made ANY sense not that the vampire story made much sense either.

"He didn't mean to though. When I felt the pain I looked into his eyes before everything went black. I could see him dying inside. I think he thinks he killed me. He was only trying to hug me," she said softly.

I could imagine how going from a normal human to the amount of power I had seen in the woman who had turned a steel truck into a pretzel mite be hard to adjust to. I hadn't wanted to tell her any of this so soon but it would be important if she started talking to her parents about this and I had made a promise to Carlisle before he left. I needed to try and keep Mel quiet as well.

"Listen," I said reluctantly, "Brian is alive but he's sick. He can't be near us right now because he may hurt us again. There are people who would kill us and our families if they knew that we know what we do." It sounded incredibly lame coming from me and I only hoped she took it better than I had Carlisle's attempts on me. Mel was way too observant though and the suspicious look in her eye told me I had messed up somewhere.

"Does anyone else know Brian is alive?" she asked.

"In a manner of speaking," I said trying to dodge the question.

"We can't let his parents think he is dead! They already lost Rebecca!" the look I tried to hold back told her everything.

"Oh," she murmured.

"Who told you all this," she said after she shook herself free of her daze.

"The Cullen's," I said in a clipped tone, but Mel only smiled a little looking thoughtful.

"That's good. So we only need to keep this secret and eventually I will be able to see Brian again?" she said with a small smile.

"That's good?! What the hell are you talking about?!" I practically yelled but maybe she had hit her head and gone crazy. How was it good we had lived side by side with vampires for over half a year? But she only gave me that kindergarten teacher look that made me feel small.

"Think about it Tim. The Cullen's are good people. If they are what was in the forest it proves there are good ones to. Brian can learn to control himself with their help, and one day we will see him again," she said. As much as it drove me crazy it made sense. In a lovey dovey as long as I get to see my snuckums sort of way.

"So we wait?" I questioned and she only smiled and nodded.

"I have a lot of work to do if I'm going to learn to get around though," she said with a troubled expression.

"It will give us something to do while we wait," I said with a small smile. Mel always cut right down to the truth of things. I wasn't sure if I should tell her I thought they were vampires but that was only a technicality so I doubted she would care. So I promised myself I would care for Mel until Brian came back. There was no way to tell how long it would be but even a little thing like him dying wouldn't make Mel stop loving him and I couldn't leave her alone. Especially if he had become what I thought he had.