Don't own Twilight.

Right, so I uploaded (crowd is filled with aaaahhh and oooohhh) and I'm not really surprised, even though I said I would be revising until my exam but hey ho! This just came to me easily so I decided to hurry up and write it then I could give you wonderful people another chapter to read. See, I'm a nice person (trying to look innocent).

Well, I hope you readers enjoy this one.

Chapter Six
You've Got Something Up Your Sleeve

The high-pitched chiming sound of a young boy's giggles made me sprint towards the front door, throw it open gently and scoop the little boy into my arms, hugging him tightly. His face was snuggled right into the crook of my neck, arms around my shoulders but my attention was on the grinning blonde across from me. Jasper was practically glowing with happiness as he stuck his thumb up and winked at me before dodging by me, chuckling as he went inside. He was chatting with Alice as soon as he walked in, telling her how amazing Vincent was at hunting animals. It was easy to hear the excitement in Jasper's voice as he told his wife about Vincent's technique and the way he was able to be a metre away without being detected by any animal. By the way he was reacting; you would think it was Christmas for a child or something.

"Jazz's so funny", Vincent murmured. "He kept changing my feelings! It was so awesome! I like him, Mummy. He's a very funny man".

My lips parted as laughter bubbled out, tinkling into the air. Of course, I would spend ages worrying about him hunting with Jasper and the kid would be perfectly fine. Suppose that's what real, caring mother's do. Maybe, this was hard to even think, I was just too protective over him. Like a lioness would protect her cub. Or something along those lines. As his sire, I should probably stop stating that fact and just say 'as his mother figure', my protective instinct was almost completely animal because in a way, he was actually my child. Just not by blood but by venom.

"What the hell!" A voice roared from inside the house, causing me to crouch low and hold Vincent closer into my body. "That little piece of utter… uselessness!"

In seconds, Edward was out the door and storming across the porch towards us, snarling like a savage. Going on instinct, I growled as I slowly, cautiously, stepped backwards until my back hit the wooden fencing around the porch. Watching the angered vampire from the corner of my eye, I gripped the fence in one hand, never loosening my clutch on Vincent, and hopped over it, landing lightly on my toes. That was when the door was tore off its hinges and out bounded four male vampires. Emmett, Garrett, Jasper and Peter shoved by Edward, leapt over the fence and quickly formed a wall around Vincent and me. They each let out a low rumble, causing the 'enemy', if you could call Edward that, to step closer. Another thing that I noticed was that his eyes were jet black and it wasn't from hunger. Fury, rage, anger…

"Eddie, c'mon now", Emmett laughed… nervously? "Vinnie's only a kid and Bell's just, well, she's Bella so c'mon, man, behave now".

The enraged man yelled something I couldn't make out but I knew he wasn't listening to his 'adopted brother' and probably wasn't even thinking straight. But I knew, by the focus point of his eyes, that I wasn't who he wanted to hurt. No, he was heading for Vincent. And that just wasn't right!

"Vincent, hun, can you tell me what you be thinking of before Edward came out?" I tried to keep my voice from turning into a snarl or growl but it was already beginning to shake slightly.

He glanced over at the bronze-haired man before answering with a small smile, "No, I don't wanna say it to you. It's em-bar-ra– embarrassing".

I was all for everyone having their secrecy but this was when his life was in danger.

"But, buddy, you have to tell me so I understand why Edward has reacted this way".

His smile slipped a little but then it came back, full force, "I thought that we could be a family. Me, you and Uncle Emmett. We could live happily ever after with Uncle Pete, Auntie Char and Uncle Gar".

Just as he said the words, a pained yell came from Edward as he ran at the barrier the other four had created around us. His hands fisted in the air, trying to grab the small boy, but they weren't going to let him through, ever. Peter and Jasper seemed to share a silent agreement, both nodding, before they each grabbed one of Edward's arms and sunk their teeth into his forearms. The scream that ripped from his throat would haunt me for some time, I was sure of it. It shrieked through the air and the volume increased the longer he went, causing Vincent to cover his ears and cower into my neck.

"What's going on?" Carlisle's voice floated towards us from where he stood in the destroyed doorway. "What's wrong with Edward?"

"Oh, ya' know, a lil' bit of everythin'", Peter shrugged, sniggering, "and he's found out that Vinnie, here, wants his own family that only includes a certain amount of people".

The leader of the Cullen coven nodded curtly, grabbed his first son's arm and dragged him away from the house and from us. We all watched, stunned, as Edward struggled against Carlisle, snapping his jaws with loud clicks and kicking his legs out wildly. Vincent, the cheeky little mite, stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry in their direction before giving a high-five to Peter and Garrett. His smirking grin held so much mischief and attitude that I felt compelled to pass him to one of the guys, knowing they'd understand the wild side in him better than I ever could. After all, boys were boys and girls just didn't have the right organ to understand what boys said because, well, they were boys.

"Eh, Bella?" Peter called out just as I was walking towards the wrecked door, "We're goin' out tonight, ya know? To a bar that normal folk drink alcohol in? And you're comin' with us, alright? No questions about that 'cos it's a fact! Vinnie's gonna stay with Char and you, me, the guys, Rosalie…?" He glanced over at Emmett, who nodded, "Are going to go test your control in a crowded place with quite a few blood bags wondering about".

Giving a worried nod, I forced a smile on to my lips, "Sure, whatever you say, boss!"

Peter beamed, "Excellent!"

Yelling cut off what I was about to say and everyone's eyes immediately scanned the tree line, watching as Edward came stomping out with his face hard as stone (excuse the pun). Not far behind him, leaning against a tree, stood Carlisle who had a look of pure agony on his handsome fatherly face. If I wasn't completely swallowed up by annoyance, I would have felt sympathy for the man but there were things that I blamed him for. He didn't deserve my pity or my sympathy. He deserved pain. A lot of it. He could suffer through this.

OOO

"So where do you think he's away to, anyway?"

"I don't know. Alaska with that other cover, you know?"

"Nah, he wouldn't go up there 'cos Tanya would practically jump him. She's a weird woman, that one, I'll tell you that".

"Back to Forks then? It's a place he knows and that's where he met me so it'd be easier for him to play I-So-Happy-To-Pretend-My-Ex-Girlfriend-Still-Loves-Me. It could be possible".

Charlotte shook her head, laughing, "No, too much pain there. Maybe he's gone to Italy, ya know? To see the Volturi? You know how he's all depressed and then he'll ask them to kill him like that would make it all better! Bloody freak that he is".

My eyes widened and I nodded frantically, "That makes sense".

All of our excitement drained away from us when a screech came from upstairs, where Esme had been pacing only moments ago. Her light footsteps sounded as she moved down the upstairs hallway and ran her way down the stairs to stand before the two of us. Face like the kid who got her puppy taken away and her hands trembling, I knew, obviously, that she had heard out entire conversation about Edward's whereabouts. Yeah, Eddie left. Big whoop!

"My son's left and you two think it's funny to make jokes about that sort of thing? Shame on you!" She was yelling but it had no effect on me or Charlotte. It was as if she was whispering, really.

Charlotte shrugged indifferently at the woman's accusations, looking down at her fingernails, she gave a quiet giggled, "You're 'son' is a pig! A control freak! A weirdo! A stupid emo! I could think of more but really, thinking about your 'son' makes me feel so ill".

"Edward wouldn't go to the Volturi to ask to be killed because of her. She's just a child who doesn't know when she's got something as good as him. You don't deserve him, Bella".

If I had been human, many of my ribs would've cracked from the amount of giggles that erupted from my throat, drifting into the air like specks of dust. My fingers wrapped around my ankles as I rocked back and forth hysterically, letting the peals of laughter leave my mouth. Not to my surprise, Charlotte joined in. Her eyes narrowed, causing a few crinkles to appear at the corner of them, like crows feet. We were like teenage girls giggling over their first crush.

And Esme was a disapproving mother.

"Horrid!" She shrieked, gliding away from us and out of sight.

That only caused more laughter to rumble within us.

"Did you see her face?"

"Never laughed so much in my entire life and I've had an extremely long life so far".

"She's a total mother duck".

"She's a mother fu-"

Peter strode by the door, carrying the new door, "Language, oh little wife of mine"

"You better shut up too, Whitlock".

I smirked, "Char, that doesn't exactly work when you're a Whitlock, too".

"Oh yeah because being the only Swan isn't lonely".

"Well, you're related to Malice and, I suppose, Eddie, too, through marriage".

"Do not remind me of that fact, hun".

"Oh but aren't you related to Rosa-Bitch, as well since she's Jasper's 'twin'?"

"For God's sake, you and the nicknames, Belly".

Again, we laughed.

OOO

At eight thirty-five, I was sat between Garrett and Peter in Emmett's Jeep, watching as the scenery flashed by. Greens, browns and reds all blurring into on wall of natural beauty. My overly sensitive eyes could easily see the flecks of gold and all the other colours that were in that 'wall'. It was weird being able to see things an average human would never actually have the privilege to notice. They would go through their entire lives never seeing what other colours were in the rainbow. They would never hear the heart of a baby inside a mother's womb before that woman went and got her scan. They would never be able to smell the amazing scents that came with newly bought books that had the best kind of paper in it. But, sadly, my vision was slightly blurred anyway because of the contacts they had forced me to wear. It made me feel uncomfortable.

"All you have to do is spend at least an hour in the bar and you've passed the test", Jasper said from where he lay at our feet, hiding from sight. "It's easy, well, it should be for you".

"You say it should be easy but what if it's not? What if I kill someone in front of everyone else?" I whispered, feeling my nerves start to tingle.

"No problem, Bells" Emmett called back from the driver's seat, "We'll be there to stop you and if you do attack someone, we'll just say you're a little bit insane. Perfect plan, right?"

I wasn't sure if he was being serious or not so I kept silent, letting my mind go over what I had just been told. My hands clenched at the thought of letting our kind get noticed by humans. Myths were just that, myths, and people hardly believe them. But allowing my family get caught up in one of my mistakes wouldn't do. Sure, I killed people but they deserved it. Killing an innocent or sentencing them to a life like mine wasn't a good thing. That was totally different from killing someone who was causing even more grief in the world.

"Plus, Alice looked into your future", Jasper smiled back at me. "Nothing should go wrong".

"It'll be a laugh anyway, Bella", Garrett told me, grinned, "And we'll all pretend to get drunk so we can just act like total idiots and get away with it!"

The other guys let out a whoop while I sunk deeper into my seat, dunking under Garrett's arm until I was sure I could pretend to be invisible. God, as if today could get any worse. With a very depressed Edward leaving, an extremely motherly Esme ranting and cute, little Vincent saying he wanted a family that consisted of Emmett, me and himself, things were already quite bad. If fact, I'm surprised that Rosalie hadn't gone all bitchy on me yet! Many would expect her to take away my limbs and watch them burn one by one but no, she had just kept silent. Staring at those who went by and listened to those who spoke to her, if they dared.

"Here we go", Jasper hooted, clapping his hands together then tickled my ankles. "Get ready for the explosions of perfume, sweat and alcohol!"

They threw open the car doors, leapt out with Jasper slipping out after them but I didn't move until Peter grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the Jeep. His grin was contagious as he skipped towards the door just underneath a huge, neon sign that glowed 'Sandy's Southern Saloon'. Giggling at the name, we caught up with the rest of the group and froze at the door.

"Shallow breaths, Bella", Jasper explained, "so that a small amount of their scents can be smelled then later on, take deeper breaths. Just be careful of where you walk, try not to touch anyone and feel the heat radiating off of them. It'll make the job of keeping control all that much harder".

Nodding, I gripped Peter's hand tighter, ignoring the wince I could see he was trying to hide, and took a confident but small step closer to the door. The volume of the music was increasing with each step I took forward and I had to resist the urge to cover my ears. Everyone else was already stepping inside, since they had been walking normally, and my steps were like a babies first ones. That was what made me sigh in frustration and rush, at a human pace, towards the entrance.

"Well, you made it to the door okay, I suppose", Peter sounded strained like he was in pain, which I knew he was.

Loosening my grip on his fingers, I nodded jerkily and took the last step into the bar. That was when the scents hit me. It was like having a blocked nose for a full week then it was gone and you could smell nearly everything. I almost stumbled back out the door. Perfume of different types and smells were choking me. Sweat had been building up in there so I knew that scent would be stuck in my nostrils for some time. And the blood was like the smell of chocolate for a human. Strong, intoxicating and oh so delicious. My throat burned as the venom pooled in my mouth, making me swallow continuously until it was gone.

"Good girl!" Jasper slung his arm over my shoulders and tugged me into his side, "We'll sit in the furthest booth from the bar but close enough so you'll be able to smell all the differences in each human's blood".

He led me in, glancing around at the humans around us, before striding towards a booth in the far away corner, away from the busy bar. I could practically feel the heat pulsing through the air towards me, taunting me but I set my eyes on the table where Garrett sat with Rosalie and Emmett. They were chatting too quickly for any humans to tell but I could see the fast movement of their lips, indicating their ongoing conversation.

"You're doin' so well".

Five more strides and I'd be there. Four more strides and I'd be there. Three more strides and I'd-

"Well hello".

And that's when everything was flushed down the toilet.

So I would like to thank Ashalenn for giving me the 'Rosa-Bitch' idea and, also, I would like to thank Leens for noticing my mistakes in a few chapters. So, yeah, thank you.

And what do you guys think has happened? Who's the person who caused everything to be flushed down the toilet? What will happen afterwards? Oh... The cliff hanger has appeared!
Tell me your thoughts. I will be surprised if anyone gets it right but you can try. Yeah, that's right, you people I don't know, I AM challenging you.

And I'm asking you a serious question here, okay? I was wondering if you would like to create a banner for You Promised Me Forever? I'm not an extremely artistic person and I can't control my laptop right to make one, either so I'm asking you to help me out a little here. You can call it a contest if you will and I will pick the one I like the best. This would be a great help to me and I'll try to find a way of thanking the creator of the 'banner-poster-thingy' that I pick. (Maybe give them a sneak preview of the Fanfic I'm writing right now about Paul/OC) So thank you, again and I'm not sure if you can PM your idea(s) to me or not but I suppose I'll fine out!

Oh, and wish me luck for my English Exam tomorrow! (Im going to need it if I want to get Credit Grades)