A/N: Thank you for the reviews :-) This chapter is split between Alison and Colby's POVs.

COLBY THOMAS BLACK

I watched her flip through so many outfits Alice had brought her overnight designed to fit any style of clothing she might need to wear for any occasion that might ever occur to anyone's mind. She loved her a lot. Everyone did, despite the little time they actually spent with her. Behind every golden eye in this side of the family lied a story, a history - a transition from human to another form of life. Even though her transition was unheard of and only slightly similar to theirs, they felt her pain, they knew. The only people in this family who had the luxury of being born just the way they were supposed to be forever were Mom, Sarah and I. The rest had it the hard way.

This transition baffled Carlisle the most - between the inconsistency of the periods between each phase of it, the fact that there were actual, separate phases and that, not only did her vampire side show, but the growth spurt was absolutely stunning. In the past twenty years, Carlisle had seen more than one unheard of creature in his family, but each and every time, he would be just as amazed.

Over the past few days, I watched her transform right before my eyes. It was miraculous. The previous transitions were mostly internal, so I didn't get to actually see things happen, but while she passed out for days, exhausted and in pain, I watched as her skin glowed, her limbs grew, and her face changed. She looked so angelic, so vulnerable, lying in my arms, twitching uncontrollably. I stayed awake the entire time, which was a new record for me. I couldn't eat, I couldn't function outside of the area she was in. I kept her warm and hydrated, and just waited for her to wake up. Even though, by day three, she had stopped being in pain, I couldn't shake off what Edward and Carlisle had said earlier - that she might not be strong enough to survive this spurt.

So it was understandable that even though her and Alice were very loud and moved a lot, I couldn't resist falling asleep. I lay down on the same couch, not even bothering to go up to my bed, and closed my eyes, surrendering, finally.

Don't wake me up for the next three years.

ALISON ANDERSON

It was all very confusing and very sudden, even though I had initially/consciously accepted the transformation. After I was done with Alice, I slipped into one of my new outfits - a pair of high-waisted skinny jeans, a light pink, over-sized crop top and matching sneakers. I held my hair in a messy bun because I seriously had no idea what to do with so much hair. But even though I had still not adjusted to my different dimensions, if one looked like a model, one should show off her new clothes. It was actually fun and relaxing to mix and match stuff - made me feel more excited about this.

I looked over at the couch where I'd apparently slept for the past four days and saw Colby asleep so well he wasn't even snoring. His huge arms hung off the couch and touched the floor, his sweatpants-clad legs all over the place. He looked so peaceful, and tired. I ruffled his gorgeous, messy, soft, brown hair a bit and quietly walked out. I had some explaining to do to Bryce, and I might as well get it over with. I called a cab to La Push and waited outside, on the road. It arrived twenty minutes later.

It wasn't the first time I went to Bryce's house so I knew where to go. It was one of those small, cozy houses whose gardens were very well-taken care of. I knocked on the door. Thankfully, it was Bryce who answered the door. As soon as he laid eyes on me, he frowned and took a step back to look at me better.

"It's me, Alison," I said, trying to smile. "Can we talk?"

"Alison? What the hell?"

"Please, just, come with me, outside, and we can talk about this." With narrowed eyes, he shut the door behind him and walked with me to their back yard. His arms were crossed, but his eyes were really freaked out. I took a deep breath. "Okay, look," I said, "I know this is weird, but I've just come here to apologize about, you know, last time. I would've texted you but I was out for a couple of days.."

"What are you?" he asked, "Did you, like, have a dozen plastic surgeries in less than a week?"

I chuckled. "No, no, it's not like that."

"Then what?"

I sighed and stood a little closer to him. Even after my growth spurt, he was a good deal taller than I was. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he uncrossed his arms, completely still otherwise. I lifted myself up on my tip-toes and kissed his lips. Only once, only very lightly. I wanted to make up for the last time we'd kissed and I'd, basically, run away. His posture got less tense, but he still didn't move, he only shook a little. I unwrapped my arms. "For last time. I'm sorry," I said, "The thing is, I'm not exactly human. That's why I look so different now; I had some sort of growth over the past few days and I really couldn't reach you. I'm really sorry about that."

He started shaking a little harder. "Not human?" he asked, "What do you mean 'not human'? Is this your idea of a good prank? Where's Alison?" His figure was becoming a blur, even to my new, better vision.

"Calm down!" I yelled. I didn't want him to phase right here, right now. "Calm down, listen to me. I am Alison. I just-"

"No!" he yelled, "That's not possible!"

"Look," I said, "I know it's a lot to take in but let me explain!" I was getting angrier by the second. "Calm down!" I repeated.

"Explain?!" he yelled, "Explain?! Alison freaking leaves me and runs off in the middle of the woods and then doesn't respond to any of my texts," he said, "Then you come here now and claim you're somewhat her and you're not even human? What did I ever do to her?"

He wasn't getting it. He wasn't freaking getting it. He was shaking harder and harder and not listening at all. "Bryce! Listen!" But he didn't. He exploded into a giant ball of fur, and I was way too close. His claws scratched my side, all the way from my waist to my left arm. I screamed. Before I knew it, he was crouched on all fours on top of me, growling, his eyes set on my face. I kicked him, as hard as I could, with both my legs and, to my surprise, he flipped to his side. I got up before he did and stood in front of him. He howled. "I told you to calm down!"

He whined and growled, carefully re-approaching me. I wasn't going to push my luck when I didn't know how strong I actually was at the moment, so I stepped back. He kept completely still in front of me, though, while he turned his head sideways, as if frantically looking for something. A minute later, a grey wolf with dark spots appeared - Embry. He stood right beside me and gently pushed me out of the way, standing in front of Bryce now, obviously communicating with him mentally. Soon enough, Bryce jumped over the fence and ran to the woods. I sighed. Embry, still in his wolf form, softly pushed me again - this time towards the road. "I'll go home," I said, sighing. He nodded and left on Bryce's trail.

I ran my hand on my left side and was glad that the scratches had almost completely healed. The only victim of this incident was my crop top. Well, and Bryce. I knew, right then, that I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have triggered him. True, he would have phased sooner or later and it was better around someone who could heal quickly than one of his friends, or his mother, for example. I thought about waiting for him somewhere, but it was for the best that I leave. I had caused enough trouble with him already.

I walked a little and wandered into the woods, inhaling the smell of fresh grass. I felt it crunch beneath my sneakers and I thought I would run to the Black's. I didn't know if Mary knew about my growth and I wasn't about to repeat the same mistake again, especially with my pregnant cousin. Colby's was the only place I knew I was welcome. The place wasn't that far away, and I'd gone with Colby through the woods multiple times lately, so I went ahead and ran, taking deep breaths. Now that I didn't get tired as easily, it was like flying. Effortless, free flying. Relaxing.

As usual, their door was unlocked. I knew Renesmee was at the Cullen's mansion, Jacob was at work, Sarah was somewhere with Randy, and it was just Colby there, sleeping. I'd only been out an hour and a half, and he looked so exhausted, so I was surprised when he groggily called my name as soon as I stepped in. I went to him, he had one eye open and the cutest smile. "Hey, where've you been?"

"Out." That was smart, Alison, really damn smart. "Just, errm, how are you?"

He frowned a little and rubbed his eyes. "I'm great," he said, yawning, "I woke up a while ago - is something wrong? Did something happen?"

I stood up and crossed my arms, lifting my crop top a little, hiding it, hoping he wouldn't see the tearings in my top. "No, why do you ask? Everything's fine."

He sat up. "I dunno, it's just a feeling," he mumbled. He looked down. "Allie, what-?" His eyes were fixed right below where I'd crossed my arms. Goddammit. They must've still been healing. He looked straight into my eyes. "What happened?"

I had no idea what to say to him. I didn't want him to worry, or lash out on me for being completely careless and unprepared, which I was. For some reason, Colby had become this authority figure in my life during the past month. I knew I had no blood relation to him, or any obligation of any kind to explain, but he was Colby. I couldn't just not tell him, or lie to him. But I could cushion it, just a little. "Look, this was bound to happen, right? I mean, I'm stronger now - it was just an accident - nothing to worry about."

"First of all-" His tone was deadly "-Just because you're stronger now doesn't mean you'll get injured and healed more frequently. And-" He uncrossed my arms "-This isn't some scratch because you fell down the stairs or whatever, those are claws. I know those way too well." I sat silently, not knowing what to say. "Were you trying to hunt? You know you don't have to drink blood just because you're part vampire."

He was way off track. "No.."

"Then what was it?" His eyes searched mine. I stayed wordless. "No. No," he said, "It was a wolf, wasn't it? It was one of my pack?"

I didn't deny it. I didn't lie to him. I couldn't; I owed him too much, and he was going to find out anyway - were it from Bryce, Embry, or anyone else who was phased at the time. "Like I said, it was an accident. It was no one's fault - actually, that's not true," I breathed, looking down, "It was my fault."

"Who was it?" He was shaking hard. But I knew that, unlike Bryce, he was in full control of his phasing.

"Colby.."

"Answer me."

"Let it go. It's okay. I'm okay. It was barely painful."

He balled his hands into tight fists. "That's beside the point, Alison!" A strand of his messy hair fell on his face. He unclenched his hands and held mine. For a second, just a split second, I forgot about everything. I just cherished how his hands felt so good on mine. "I need to know who did this."

"Bryce."

"What?" He let go of my hands, standing up, growling. "When did he phase? Did he just phase? Were you there when it happened?" I nodded. "What on earth were you doing there?"

I stood up. "Look, I just went to apologize about the other day and maybe try to explain things to him. I realize it was stupid, but I didn't know he'd phase." I tried to sound as calm and collected as possible.

"Explain what?" he yelled, frustrated, still shaking. "What couldn't possibly wait until someone went with you while you told someone who didn't know shit about wolves or vampires that you were part vampire and somehow grew a few years in a matter of days?"

What was with him? I knew I was wrong, I knew it was stupid and I'd acknowledged it. "What I had to explain is how I ran off in the middle of the woods right after he kissed me, and then completely ignored him while he tried to reach me the next couple of days. I didn't think it could wait at the time, okay?!"

"He kissed you?" he said, "He kissed you and you didn't want him to? He-"

I was fed up with his anger. "No! Okay? No. I wanted him to. I want him to. But he happened to kiss me right when my pain had started."

His shaking suddenly stopped. He narrowed his eyes at me, walking a step closer to me. "You wanted him to?"

Why did he sound like it was the strangest thing in the world? Was I not allowed to want anyone? It made me so angry. His assumptions - his attitude towards something as personal to me as this - everything. "Yes," I said, defiance pouring from my voice, crossing my hands, "I wanted him to kiss me. I enjoyed it when he kissed me and I enjoyed it again when I kissed him."

He gritted his teeth together but didn't say a word. Instead, he turned around, ran out of the door, and I heard his clothes rip, followed by a howl.

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