Just a few quick things to answer several questions or comments in the reviews.

I heard your request for longer chapters and have been trying to write around 2,000 words per chapter compared to the earlier ones around 800 to 1,000 words. Hopefully, this is a good chapter length for the readers. I find writing longer than that will take longer for getting the chapter up and posted. I already only typically manage one chapter a week and don't want to drag that out too much longer if I can avoid it for those who are following the story and want to see how it ends.

I have heard the concerns that some were having with technical difficulties with chapters not showing or missing altogether, etc., here on . The one request to consider also posting on AO3 was accepted and followed through on. I have created an account there as well and have this story posted there.

However, due to the reviews from the early chapters stating they were too short, when I posted on AO3, I merged several early chapters into larger ones. Therefore, although the chapter count is different between the two, they are both posted with the same amount of the story.

I hope this helps explain things.

Anyways, let's get back to our newborn and her crazy antics.

As the homestead came into view, the movements of three vampires halted inside the house, quietly waiting. The quiet made me nervous and I began trembling, grasping onto Jasper's hand.

"Easy now Chickie. They don't mean to rub you wrong. They are all just waiting to see what type of response they will get from the Newborn. Most act with violence or fear – either fighting or running. They are waiting to see if their presence will trip the former of the latter."

I looked towards Peter as I took a deep breath and nodded at him. Jasper squeezed my hand he held and had intertwined our fingers with. He leaned down and whispered into my ear, "It's okay, darlin'. They will not hurt you. They are family."

Nodding again, I swallowed and began moving again, in a slow walk to the porch. Just before I reached there, I paused, biting my lip. "Wait."

Peter and Jasper halted and held their breath, waiting to see what was bothering me. The three inside remained unmoving and not even breathing. The stillness irked me. I never wanted family to be afraid of me. And Jasper and Peter, both reminded me, we are 'family' here.

"Please act normal. Breathe. And perhaps . . . to protect the house . . . can you come outside?" My voice was quiet, but I knew they would hear me.

After three seconds, the sounds of fabric rustling and breath being pulled in through nostrils, filling lungs unnecessarily, reached my ears and my muscles relaxed. Jasper's hand squeezed mine again.

"That is it. You are doing well at staying calm. Perhaps you should come out one at a time. Let's not overwhelm her again."

A short, pale blonde vampire cautiously walked through the door. She kept her eyes lowered but still managed to look at my face. It was like she focused on my mouth or chin. Her red eyes glowed bright.

Human feeder.

"Red eyes . . . blood." The words barely ghosted across my lips, my hand rising to rest on my neck, the burning thirst returning.

Peter stepped forward to stand beside the small woman, although he managed to be a step or two in front of her, as a barrier – between us. His gaze stayed fixed on my eyes, not shying away, or backing down.

Charlotte.

I sighed. "Charlotte. Hi." I gave a small wave, afraid that if I approached for a hug, Peter would prohibit it anyway.

She relaxed and smiled as her eyes lifted to meet mine fully. Nodding, "Isabella. The change has favoured you. Sorry we had to return and interrupt."

Smiling, I offered a small step forward, my hand outstretched to shake hers, hoping Peter would recognize that I had no ill intentions. He smirked and whispered, "fucking weird, this is." He did not stop us shaking hands and so Char stepped closer and gave me a hug, which I returned as carefully as I could.

This time, a tall pale blonde joined us outside. She did not come out as carefully, which had me tensing, but she spoke as she approached. "It's okay Isabella. I may not have wanted you to have to become vampire, but I am glad you are still my sister."

The gold eyes were comforting, comparable to Jasper's.

Rose.

I sighed and gave her a hug as she got closer. "I know you didn't want me to be a vampire, but I am glad I am your sister, too." She chuckled as we stepped back.

"Okay, enough. Please let me come out. I want to hug my baby sister." The whining deep voice came from the house.

Jasper responded, "Go slow. Remember, she is a newborn."

A moment later, a large male with dark hair strode out the door, down the steps and straight towards me. His height was overwhelming, and I missed the golden eyes and smile. As he went to wrap his arms around me, I growled, and he was frozen. Not because of my growl, but my shield shimmered around him.

Peter broke out into hysterics. "I warned the buffoon. Go slow around newborns, do not assume she knows you immediately. And even Major, here, gave him one more reminder. Still foolish."

Rose cleared her throat. "Yes, well, as much as my dear husband needs to be put in his place, Isabella, please know he would never hurt you. He is just – jovial."

Jovial?

The smile on the frozen vampire grew some, his eyes twinkling. Once I focused on those gold eyes, I thought about what Rose had said.

Husband.

Emmett.

I gasped and then rushed towards him, faster than I even realized was possible. My arms wrapped around him as my shield let go. Except instead of him twirling me around, I lifted him and twirled him.

"Hey now! Not fair! I'm way taller than you."

I giggled. "I'm sorry, Emmett. I didn't remember at first."

After setting him down, I turned with a smile back to Jasper, who was actually right behind me, instead of where I left him. I cocked my head sideways and raised an eyebrow. He shrugged. "I wasn't sure. Your emotions are still a hit and miss. Didn't know if you were going to attack or what."

My mouth made an 'o' as I nodded. "Thanks." My eyes lowered to my feet, again feeling like this was all too much. However, as I looked down, I realized I was still in Jasper's shirt. And only his shirt.

Gasping I wrapped my arms around me and took off into the house. The others were calling behind, but I ignored their words. Embarrassed that I just hugged and greeted my family barely dressed. As I tried to open my bedroom door, I gripped the handle, but it crumbled to dust instead of turning.

Frustrated, I growled out and slammed my fist on the door. Except, my fist when right through and the door splintered and cracked into pieces. Pulling my hand back I looked at my fist and then the door and started crying.

Or what felt like crying. There were no tears. A memory hit, Esme, crying at a graduation, but not a tear shed. Edward explaining that vampires could not cry.

I dropped to my knees, and I felt the floor give way some, indenting around me. I screamed out, eyes closed, hands in fists on my bare legs.

Gentle arms wrapped around me, a chin resting on my shoulder as a body curved around me and joined me in the hallway on the floor. "It takes some getting used to. Your speed. Your strength."

"But I damaged your house. Not only did I destroy your furniture during my change, but I also now damaged a door and the floor. All because I am practically naked, and I don't know how to cry!"

Full body sobs shook me, and he simply pulled me closer to him, which I had not even realized was possible. "Isabella, darlin'. Furniture can be replaced. Doors and floors can be fixed. It will take time. It's okay. I have damaged more property than you have. But let me help you get dressed."

Without waiting for me to respond, he rose to his feet, carrying me in his arms as he pushed through the broken doorway. After placing me on the remains of the bed, he rummaged through the closet and pulled out a shirt and pants for me.

I kept my eyes focused on the floor, afraid to see the damage I had done to the room and lifted my arms. He removed my shirt. His hands roamed appreciatively across my shoulders and back before he pulled another shirt on over my head. I swallowed.

Taking my hands, he had me stand as he brought over a pair of pants. He kissed his way down my body and legs until he helped me pull pants on. His hands glided up my sides as he rose up again. "There. That beautiful body is now clothed. Come. Let's see if I can teach you a few things with basic fighting skills."

My mouth opened as my eyes widened. Right. I forgot that I was a vampire at this exact moment because he had about a week, or less now, until the Volturi were coming. And no idea why, but Peter knew that it was not safe for a human. I nodded and followed him outside.

Thankfully, the others did not mention my unusual behaviour or reactions as they continued to clean up and remove broken furniture from the house, setting it in the wood pile for burning later. Jasper had taken me to the riding corral near the barn. The one that he taught me how to ride a horse without another person with me.

There he showed me some basic stances, throws, holds and self-defence methods. With time, the others came and joined in the training or watched from the fence. Many times, I was thrown or knocked off my feet. In anger and frustration, I would charge but end up held tight in an arm hold or twirled until I was back where I started, uncertain how it had happened. The longer we went, the darker the world got, But I realized it did not affect how well I could see. And my training continued. After the sun had rose, I was gasping, clutching my throat.

"How, can I be drained but not feel tired?"

"You're thirsty, Hun." Char called out. The mention of thirst had me swallowing again. "Here, Peter and I had been saving this girl here for you. Likely won't taste good, but she is old and in a lot of pain. The vet has asked us to consider euthanizing her a few times, but Peter said no, we would when the time was right. Well, I guess now is that time."

I looked over to where she had been pointing and a cow rested near the fence. Looking at it, one could see that it favoured all four of her legs and each step or movement had her lowing in pain. She had a growth on her side that was the size of a basketball, sticking out from her left ribs. Cancer. The word came to me.

In moments, the animal had her neck broke, ending her pain and suffering and then her blood was drained to satiate my need. It tasted worse than the blood of the other animals I had already tasted, and I made a face.

"Yeah, Sis. Herbivores just never taste that great. You need to go for the killers. I should take you bear hunting." Emmett was bouncing on his feet as he spoke, and I couldn't help smiling back at him.

"I would love that, Emmett. But, for now, I need to suffer and keep going. I need to learn how to use my shield before we face the Volturi.