A/N: Just want to clarify some things with this story and how I plan to update it.

Updates will not always be consistent. There may be sometimes where my creative juices are just flowing and you'll get several updates within a week. There maybe other times where writing is like pulling teeth and I may only update once.

What I'm trying to say is, I'm not going to set myself to a set time to update this story. No weekly/monthly updates, just me writing and updating when I can. I find that when I try to set a deadline, it would make writing a story feel more like homework.

What I can say is that I will try to make my updates as substantial as possible. I'll also attempt to make reading this story as unique of an experience as possible (as everything has been done before and often better than I could ever hope to do it). And I definitely will finish this story.

Jacob POV:

"Yes it would appear that you are still human Bella," Doctor Fang said.

I stepped back as I'm sure Carlisle wouldn't appreciate touching his sons wife like that. Also to save myself the embarrassment and discomfort of Bella inevitably pulling away from me.

"I'm certainly glad to see you up and moving, but I certainly didn't expect this."

He approached Bella and began to examine her.

"Tell me Bella. I can't be sure of how conscious you were the last 5 days, but can you tell me how you felt?"

"Well, it felt exactly like you all said it would. It felt like an iron was being dragged through my veins for days. Towards the end, I felt it in my chest, then in my throat. Next thing I know I was gagging then I threw up a few times."

Doctor Fang looked over her shoulder.

"You threw up in this bin right," he asked.

He moved quickly around the side of the bed and picked up the silver waste bin. He stuck his hand inside and examined it, rubbing whatever it was between his finger tips.

Disgusting.

"That's definitely venom. The most obvious conclusion would be that your body rejected the change and the venom but, of course, I can't be sure why. The venom definitely went ahead and repaired the injuries you sustained a few days ago."

Carlisle moved back around the bed and placed his hand on Bella's chest.

"Your heartbeat is definitely much faster and stronger than it was a few months ago. I guess it's subtle changes the venom made to your body."

He'd left the room and returned with a needle and a tube.

"I'm going to take a sample of your blood and analyze it. Maybe it'll give me some insight into what's going on."

Bella flinched slightly as Carlisle inserted the needle into her arm. Blood began to flow through the tube.

He'd retracted the needle and began to prepare Bella's skin for a makeshift bandage.

Bella had always been to bleed easily. I knew that much.

Carlisle hesitated slightly and began to examine the area where the needle was inserted. He lightly pinched the skin there.

"Carlisle?"

Bella could sense that whatever was going on was not normal under any circumstances.

"It appears you've healed yourself, Bella," He replied. "This is an interesting revelation but it's also concerning for obvious reasons."

Bella POV:

Though not changed on the outside, there was definitely something different about my body.

I remembered the bruise on my knee and looked down. It was completely gone.

I wasn't human, that much was certain but I'd most definitely undergone some kind of change.

"Carlisle, where's Edward?"

I can't say I was too concerned with Edward in that moment but I could at least pretend to be.

Carlisle sighed.

"He actually just left to go hunting. He should be back in a few days."

He turned to face Jacob.

"I over heard your conversation with your friends so I assume you'll be heading home soon."

"Yeah, but I wasn't exactly planning on leaving right away."

"If you don't mind could you take your leave immediately. Also, I was wondering if you could take Bella with you? Keep her in La Push for a few days if it's not too much trouble," there was a desperation I sensed in Carlisle's voice.

What the hell, Carlisle?

Jake sighed. "Doc-, I mean Carlisle, I don't really think that's a good idea."

Carlisle gestured for Jacob to follow him out of the room.

Jacob POV:

"I know your situation with Bella left a bad taste in your friends mouths about her," Carlisle said as he tried to explain his reasoning.

No fucking shit.

"Bella's failed change places us and her in a potentially dire situation. While you haven't crossed paths with them, I'm sure the Volturi are not entirely unfamiliar to you."

Of course. They were those royal bloodsuckers that showed up to the newborn fight after I got my whole body crushed like an idiot.

"I still don't see what this has to do with me, Carlisle."

"When Bella returned from Italy with my family, she returned with the promise and the intent that she would be changed. We were able negotiate that promise to be fulfilled after her union with Edward, in order to avoid suspicion from her peers and her family."

Carlisle began to make his way downstairs and out to their garage.

"The Volturi wish to avoid our kind being exposed to the human world. The daughter of the Chief of Police going missing with the events that were occurring in Seattle would've drawn even more unnecessary attention. Or, at the very least, we were able to spin it that way to buy ourselves some time."

I couldn't help but scoff. As endearing as Bella believed them to be, they were full of shit.

"So, if not for Victoria, you would've changed her in the middle of her senior year without even so much as a proper goodbye to Charlie, Renee or anyone else she may have cared about."

"Jacob, this is not the life we wanted for her. We didn't even want it for ourselves."

"Yet you persist to exist and take up space and resources in a world filled with people who are constantly changing and growing. What have you and your family done with the excessive amount of time you've spent walking this Earth other than go to high school a hundred times over for no fucking reason? What have you done for this world besides build on a useless legacy that no one outside of the supernatural world would ever hear about? And you were going to trap Bella in that meaningless cycle of existing with no purpose just to preserve it. If not for the current circumstances and the fact that I still stupidly love her, I'd tell you and your family to figure it out your fucking selves."

Calm down, Jake. Just breathe, a familiar voice chided softly.

"But I'm an idiot and I'll do whatever I can to keep her safe."

"I understand that you said what you felt in the heat of the moment. There's no harm done," Carlisle said.

"No. I said what needed to be said."

There was a brief awkward pause before he continued on with his explanation.

Good. He needed to understand that what I do isn't for their benefit but Bella's.

"Anyways, the Volturi are under the impression that Bella is already changed as we informed them that she was injected with venom a few days ago. Alice informed me that a few of their high ranking guards should be here in the morning to see to it that Bella has undergone her transformation. Bella's lingering human scent is to be expected as a newborn vampire because of the human blood that would've been lingering in her body after the change, but it can not be as pronounced as it is now. Her human scent is too strong to be mistaken for anything else. At the very least we can convince the Volturi that Edward has taken Bella on an extended hunting trip in an isolated area. The Volturi don't like to linger when visiting"

"I assume this is the part where I come in."

"You'd be correct," he'd thrown me the keys to the gaudy Mercedes they'd bought Bella to replace her truck.

The truck I fixed and repaired time and time again for her. They couldn't get her a more reliable car than a fucking Mercedes. That thing would be a useless rolling shiny turd within 5 years and that's with excessive maintenance. Then again, I guess these fuckers weren't exactly worried about reliability when they could just buy a new car cash.

"Your scent was able to mask Bella from the newborns and Victoria. The Volturi is aware of our treaty with your tribe and will avoid overstepping any boundaries. So at the very least we won't have to worry about them making contact with you or Bella in your own territory," he explained.

"And you're hoping my scent and the packs scent will be strong enough mask Bella's human scent until they leave."

Carlisle nodded.

"At the very least, it'll buy us sometime while we figure out what is going on with Bella."

Bella POV:

For just a few minutes, I was left alone with my thoughts.

I was never normal but I didn't think that I was so different that I couldn't even be changed like a normal human would.

What was going to happen now? The Volturi were expecting me to be changed and my body just decided that wasn't going to happen.

I could never just mind my own business. I had to be curious and keep digging. I couldn't just say thank you to Edward for saving me from getting hit by Tyler's car. I had to dig and be nosey. Not only have I brought this on the Cullens and myself, I've possibly endangered the people of Forks. My dad. The Pack.

I walked to the vanity mirror that was placed against the wall parallel to the bed. I suddenly remembered how different I looked a few days ago.

Rose had taken to being overly cautious of every move I made and everyone around me. She had basically turned into my baby bodyguard. I knew Rosalie wasn't protecting me but rather the life inside of me. I was okay with that. I expected it.

Though my thoughts were optimistic about this pregnancy, something in the back of my mind told me this was wrong. I wanted this baby but at the same time I didn't. My optimism about my pregnancy was louder than my worry.

I'd never felt more pathetic.

I'd felt physically inept in the Cullen's presence before, but never like this.

Carlisle had taken medical supplies from the hospital he worked at for me. A wheelchair, which Rose insisted I use even if I was just moving a few feet, a shower chair, and several bags of donated blood.

I was in the shower chair, attempting to scrub myself with what little strength I had. Rose waited in the doorway with her back turned to me.

I could barely light my arms to wash my own hair and I knew I'd be winded if I attempted to condition my hair as well. I allowed the water from the shower head to rinse my entire body of the suds.

Grabbing on to the railing in the shower, I attempted to pull myself. Rosalie was already sliding the shower door open to help me out.

I was suddenly aware of how much of my moving across the bathroom was due to Rosalie's effort and not me. My feet didn't even touch the floor as we moved.

She'd taken me to the attached bedroom where she proceeded to dry me off with the towel. I'd stared at the full length mirror on the closet door as she did.

I knew had issues with my self-worth. Especially when standing next to the perfection that was the Cullens, but I had never been more disgusted with myself. My face was sunken and sallow. No color, no life in my eyes. There were bruises all over my stomach from where the baby constantly kicked inside me. I'd always had a slight thigh gap but never like this. My legs shook as I struggled to hold myself up while Rosalie finished drying me off.

This was wrong. So, so wrong. This thing is killing you, Bella.

At that moment Edward came with a change of clothes for me. My old clothes obviously didn't fit me anymore and they'd taken to putting me in oversized shirts and nightdresses throughout the day.

He knocked as a courtesy before entering.

"I brought you a sweater, love. I know how cold you've been the past few-."

I'd seen his face in the mirror. Edwards normally stoic facial features shifted as he went through a flurry of emotions when looking at my naked body.

Disgust, anger, pity. I saw it all.

Rosalie helped me sit on the bed as she approached Edward to collect my change of clothes. She'd quickly yet carefully helped me get dressed.

"Emmett and I are going to go hunting, Bella. I should be back before the day ends."

I watched her brush past Edward in the doorway.

"Why do you insist on doing this to yourself, Bella?"

There was an eerie tone to his voice as he spoke to me. For the first time since I've known Edward, I actually feared him.

"Edward. It's not-"

"You're not as good of a liar as you think you are, Bella."

What is he talking about?

"I know you forced yourself to settle for me. I refuse to dwell on your motives for doing so. I have you. But now you're taking the cowards way out by letting this spawn suck the life out of you."

The words spilled out before I could even think to stop them.

"I love this baby, Edward. OUR baby. I can't imagine why you can't do the same."

"I've finally found someone after decades of searching and you want me to love this thing as it kills you?"

More word vomit.

"They'll need you if I don-."

"Enough, Isabella," that familiar feeling of being chided and chastised like a child throughout our relationship came up as he spoke to me the way he had so many times before. "How could I possibly care for this thing, let alone tolerate it if it took you from me?"

"You're looking at this all wrong. This is a miracle Edward," What the hell was I saying? I was terrified.

"A miracle? It's killing you and this is a miracle? Please tell me you aren't this stupid, Isabella?"

He'd moved around the bed and knelt in front of me.

"Even if this child didn't kill you, do you have any idea of the abomination we just created? The Volturi will not tolerate this child's existence. And neither will I. If this thing survives, I will take it to Aro myself. Consequences be damned. Even if they take me down with it."

"You can't do that, Edward."

"You've given me no choice! You refuse to see reason. You apparently love the idea of dying for this baby than you do me."

Edward refused to talk to me let alone look at me for the rest of my hellish pregnancy. Which was very short-lived. Two days later, the baby attempted to rip its way out of my body.

The venom repaired my body and then some. My body looked the way it would have had my pregnancy been normal. My breasts were slightly fuller. There was a slight curve to my hips. I was reminded of pictures of Renee and I shortly after she gave birth to me. There was a slight roundness to her face which I lacked. The only difference was I had no baby to show for it.

My conflicting thoughts had practically flipped on its head. I'd thought it was good that my baby didn't survive, I was dumb for even allowing to get that far. Yet, something in the back of my mind told me I was horrible for thinking that about my own child.

Despite my words, I didn't even want the baby. I was terrified of what was growing inside me yet any attempt to express that was immediately placated by those fucked up thoughts. Every sentence spoken by me in regards to the baby was to protect it despite how thoroughly terrified I was of it.

There is something truly wrong with me.

A/N: So my story is loosely based off of elements of the books and the movies.

You remember the scene in BD1 where Edward is yelling at Bella for sacrificing herself for the demon baby (I said what I said). In my story, Edward never hears the thoughts of the demon (for reasons) and they never reconcile. So the last time Edward and Bella truly spoke (in my story) was a few days before she gave birth.