BONUS CHAPTER

A/N: We all like those 'Charlie knows' stories, and I like Charlie's varying reactions. What reactions will he have in my story? Read and find out. Don't forget to review! I don't own twilight, by the way.

BPOV

"Bella?" Worry lines crossed Dad's face, making him look even older than before. He was always looking old these days, of course, he was almost sixty.

I couldn't bear the thought of him dying in just a couple decades.

"Yes?" I said shakily, trying to sound like my normal human self, but instead sounding like a pealing bell.

"Can I… speak to you in private for a few minutes?" Charlie grabbed a fresh blueberry muffin off the dining table, taking long strides over to my prop bedroom. I noticed he was glancing down at my wrist, trying to get a glimpse of the crescent-shaped scar, which was currently obscured by a bulky watch of Emmett's- the one I always wore when Dad was around.

"Sure, Dad!" I tried to sound confident, but succeeded only in looking incredibly sheepish.

Dad eyed me suspiciously, and continued up the stairs into my room, which thankfully didn't have the usual plethora of ripped clothes everywhere, courtesy of Alice. He plonked himself down on my bed, and looked me straight in the eye, giving me his intimidating Chief-policeman look.

"Hey, Bells," He started nervously, glancing at the floor.

"Dad?" I replied politely, trying to make it look like I was twiddling my thumbs.

"Bella," Dad started, "I… want to talk about the scar on your wrist," he stuttered, reaching out to take my hand. "I've been… thinking about it for the last couple of months, and wondering how it really happened."

"I tripped…um… fell down the stairs… and… through a window." I lied as smoothly as I could, but even as a vampire, I was a terrible liar.

"No, you didn't," Charlie said stubbornly, sitting bolt upright and folding his arms. "Bella, I just want to know if… well, if, he's… been treating you alright, Bella." He continued. "Because if he hasn't, you could tell me, you know. I am chief police, still."

"Dad, Edward would never hurt me." I said solemnly, flicking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Then, what?" Dad demanded. "Who did this to you? Did… Jacob hurt you?"

I heard a low growl coming from the kitchen area.

"I'm pretty sure if Jacob hurt me he would already be werewolf chow." I snickered. "Edward is protective, not abusive, Dad."

"I still don't think you fell down the stairs," Dad said stubbornly.

I inhaled deeply, which was actually really stupid, because I was alone in a room with a human, and willed myself to tell the truth.

Tell the policeman about the vampires.

"Fine." I spat. "It's a bite."

"WHAT!" Charlie yelled, incredulous. "Who did this to you? If Jacob-" Charlie jumped off my bed, his face going purple with rage.

"Does it really look like a werewolf bite?" I asked sardonically. "Dad, Jacob wouldn't dare hurt me."

"Then… what?" Charlie sat down again, his face going from purple to cherry red in seconds.

"Dad, do you remember when I left Forks? Like, out of the blue? I just stormed into the house and demanded I was leaving?"

Charlie frowned. "Of course, Bella. I would never forget."

"Dad…" I paused, trying to remember the fuzzy, broken memory. "Someone… Something was chasing me across the country, to Phoenix."

Charlie exploded with rage again, his face quickly retaining its purple colour. "WHO?" Charlie shouted at the top of his lungs, making me, and every other vampire in the house cover their ears. "THEY NEED TO BE BEHIND BARS! NO ONE CHASES MY DAUGHTER ACROSS THE COUNTRY!" Charlie stopped, catching his breath. "Oh, Bella! I'm so sorry!" "You could of told me… I could at least of dealt with the idiot."

I smirked, and put my palm in the air to pause Dad's lecture.

"Dad," I said softly. "It wasn't like that. "He had more… paranormal intent."

"Meaning what?" Charlie hedged.

"Meaning… I was the meal."

Charlie gasped. "Was he another werewolf?"

"No," I whispered. "He wasn't a werewolf."

"Then what?" Dad asked, narrowing his eyes at me. "Was he some kind of… cannibal?" Dad popped his last bit of blueberry muffin in his mouth. Chewing it almost methodically. "Or, like, Dracula? Honestly Bella, this is ridiculous."

"Dad, Can you keep a secret?"

"Probably." Dad said matter-of-factly. "Depends on the secret."

"Can I trust you?" I continued.

"You can tell me," Dad replied.

"Dad, will you believe anything after Jacob phased in front of you?"

Dad only nodded.

"Alright." I exhaled, pushing Charlie's scent out with all my might. "James, the one tracking me," I stopped. I wasn't sure if I could trust Dad in keeping the most important secret in the world. "Dad, are you sure you aren't hungry?"

"Keep going, I've just had a blueberry muffin. Besides, I never see you eat!" Dad urged.

I gulped, fidgeting with my hair. Could I really leak to a policeman that my attacker was a sadistic vampire?

Probably not.

You don't have to do this, a small voice inside my head chided. Humans are curious and imaginative, naturally.

"Dad-"

"Spit it out, Bella!" Charlie ordered, his temper rising for the umpteenth time.

"Alright." I said lifelessly, hanging my head. "My pursuer… he was… oh," I gasped, slightly surprised that I had splintered the bedframe with the palm of my hand in my anxiety, causing a plume of feathers appear out of my duvet with a little poof. The bedframe creaked unhealthily, and I arose from the bed and backed against the wall before I could do any serious damage. Unfortunately, I backed into our mirror, and it fell on the floor with a resounding crash, glass shards flying everywhere.

"Clumsy, Clumsy, Bella." I summarised, flopping to the floor, solely to appear more human. "Ouch."

I did a quick scan of the room; glass shards were everywhere, but not on Charlie, thankfully. Dad's face was alight with a mix of anger and confusion, and he stood up, wheeling out the door. I was thankful, just for a moment, that Dad had disappeared, but it all went away three seconds later, when, Charlie re-entered the room, tailed by Carlisle, Jacob, Nessie and Edward.

"Tsk, Tsk, Bella." Carlisle tutted, studiously kneeling down to attend to my 'cuts'. "Clumsy, clumsy, clumsy."

Edward, as he always did, was fretting about my safety, but as usual, it was only because Dad was visiting, and whenever he was around, I had to act as clumsy as possible, so Charlie wouldn't ask questions.

Dad, however, was fuming. He was pacing around the room, and his face had retained that awful beetroot colour.

"This is hopeless!" Charlie fumed. "Why am I being kept in the dark here? For nine and a half years, it's been almost as though Bella has kept some big secret from me!" He paused, clenching his hands into fists. "But, it's not just Bella. Now that I'm engaged to Sue, I feel as though she's been keeping me in the dark, too!" Charlie yanked open the door of Edward and I's closet with such force, that the handle smashed against the wall, creating a good-sized dent.

A photo album also fell to the floor.

And not just a photo album.

It was the photo album I got from Mum and Dad for my eighteenth birthday, the one with all the photos with from Forks High School.

It was also the one with all the pictures of me as a newborn.

"You kept this?" Charlie asked, calming down marginally. Then he grinned at me, malice in his eyes. "Well, I might be able to uncover some secrets about you, if you're not willing to tell me."

"Go ahead." I encouraged. It was too late to hide anything now.

"Hmm… Interesting, Bella. You've cut yourself out in all these early photos."

"Because I looked so ugly!" I exclaimed. I did look ugly. Especially to my highly refined vampire eyes, and my now stunning beauty.

Charlie grew silent after that, intently flipping through photo after photo. There were a few of the 'dark days' without Edward, of Jacob and I on the beach. Me on my motorbike. Jacob and I in his garage together.

Edward let out a low growl, and Jacob looked overly happy, and rubbed Nessie on her shoulder. Thankfully, Nessie understood the love triangle thing between Edward, Jacob and I, and didn't think it offensive that her fiancée had dated her mother.

Then Charlie flipped to the slightly more dangerous pages. Luckily, there was cloud cover in the picture of Edward in the meadow, a few days before my first graduation. He turned to the page of the graduation day, the photo of me stumbling and tripping my way to my first diploma, garbed in the ridiculous yellow gown that I could barely remember.

Next were the wedding photos. In these ones, I was beautiful, even if I was still human. Charlie tutted, mumbling something about 'us being still together'. The wedding pictures turned into honeymoon photos, too-bright pictures of me snorkelling, sunbathing, playing chess in the sand, among the other fun things that we did before I became heavily pregnant with Nessie.

Charlie then let out a wee gasp. He had flipped to the only photo of me pregnant, aside from the honeymoon photos. I had surprised myself by not ripping it out, because I looked a thousand times more awful in this photo than any of the others I had torn out.

Dad suddenly became very annoyed. A vein stuck out on his forehead, and his heartbeat increased slightly.

"He wants to know when you got pregnant," Edward whispered in my ear.

"WHAT was that?" Charlie demanded. "How…"

"Turn the page," I instructed calmly.

The final pages were of Nessie and I. The first picture was of me by myself, a few days after I'd 'died'. My glowing crimson eyes shone right out of the page, my hair was silkier, and my lips were fuller, but very pale, so I was wearing bright red lipstick, as always.

Charlie gasped and suddenly appeared to be very frightened, flipping through the pages a bit more quickly.

Me jumping out a window.

Baby Nessie and I.

Nessie hugging Jacob, the giant russet-furred werewolf.

A six-year-old lookalike, Nessie, playing the violin.

Nessie graduating from high school.

Me skydiving.

Charlie knows.

And, boy, he is angry.