Carlisle and Rosalie were of in a flash, darting upstairs. I could just imagine them debating whether they should warm it up for her. I didn't think it mattered either way, it was still gross. Edward stayed by Bella, holding her hand. The sight of blood either made me a) chuck up, or b) faint. Neither one is pleasant, just so you know. I tapped my foot impatiently while I waited in the far side of the room for them to just come downstairs. I saw Edwards mouth move, and Bella look at him curiously, and he shook his head.

"This was your idea?" Bella whispered to Jake, I could barely hear her.

"Don't blame me for this one. Your vampire was just picking snide comments out of my head," Jacob said, trying to take the blame off of himself.

Bella smiled a little. "I didn't expect to see you again."

"Yeah, me, either," He said.

After a long minute of silence, Bella spoke to him again. "Edward told me what you had to do. I'm sorry."

"S'okay. It was probably only a matter of time till I snapped over something Sam wanted me to do." I knew he was lying; his point of view in the book gave it away.

"And Seth," Bella whispered.

"He's actually happy to help."

"I hate causing you trouble."

Jacob laughed once—more of a bark than a laugh.

Bella sighed feebly. "I guess that's nothing new, is it?"

"No, not really."

"You don't have to stay and watch this," she said quietly.

"I don't really have anywhere else to go," Jake told her. "The wolf thing is a lot less appealing since Leah joined up."

Bella's eyes widened and she gasped. "Leah?"

"You didn't tell her?" Jake turned to Edward.

Edward just shrugged without moving his eyes from Bella's face, taking it lightly. Bella didn't, though. It looked like it was bad news to her. "Why?"

"To keep an eye on Seth."

"But Leah hates us," Bella whispered. She looked afraid.

"Leah's not going to bug anyone. She's in my pack so she follows my lead." Bella didn't look convinced. "You're scared of Leah, but you're best friends with the psychopath blonde?"

I glared at him the same time I knew Rosalie hissed at him. Jacob looked at my glare and rolled his eyes.

Bella frowned at him. "Don't. Rose…understands."

"Yeah," He grunted. "She understands that you're gonna die and she doesn't care, s'long as she gets her mutant spawn out of the deal."

"Oh, how wrong he is," I muttered. I though he heard me, because he shot a quick angry look in my direction.

"Stop being a jerk, Jacob," she whispered.

"You say that like it's possible."

And then Carlisle and Jacob's psycho in question were by Bella's side. Carlisle had a white plastic cup in his hand—the kind with a lid and a bendy straw. Oh, right, I'd forgotten. Not clear. I relaxed at skipped over to Bella's side.

"Are you sure this works, Erin?" Carlisle asked me.

I rolled my eyes. "Hey, I know everything. Yes. It will even taste good."

Carlisle handed her the cup and she took it. She tried to sit up, but was too weak, so Rosalie put her arm under Bella's shoulders, supporting her head, too.

"Thanks," Bella whispered. "Are you sure it tastes good?"

"Yep. Though, I don't exactly know what it tastes like to you—gross. All I know is that it tastes good. And it will smell good, too."

She just nodded, put the straw between her lips, closed her eyes, and took a sip. She moaned quietly with her eyes still closed. "You're right. It does taste good."

Jake looked like he was about to be sick. Edward just pressed his hand to Bella's cheek, curling his fingers around the shape of her fragile bones.

Bella sighed and put her lips to the straw again, this time taking an even bigger sip.

"How's your stomach? Do you feel nauseated?" Carlisle asked.

Bella shook her head. "No, I don't feel sick," she whispered. "There's a first, eh?"

Rosalie beamed. "Excellent."

"It seems you were correct, Erin," Carlisle turned to me. "Is there anything else we should know?"

I stared at him, instantly blocking my mind from Edward as images of Bella throwing up blood popped into my brain. "Ummm…The baby will get stronger with the more blood she drinks." I grimaced as I said the next sentence. "Expect bones to break." Everyone stared at me like I just said I'd kill the human population. I tried to remember anything else, not wanting to tell them that Bella pretty much dies and then Edward 'brings her back.' "Well...I'm trying to remember—"

"That's fine," Carlisle said. "But tell us as soon as you remember anything."

"I'm gonna sleep on it," I muttered as I headed up the stairs. "And I wanna skip the boring parts."

I thought I heard someone ask "Boring parts?" Probably Jacob. I walked into the first room I could find a bed in and fell asleep as soon as I collapsed on the bed. Unfortunately, I had more murderous dreams.

-Dream—

I was standing in the baseball field again, the Volturi in front of our crowd of wolves and vampires, still and quiet. I looked to my left and noticed a gangly teenager standing next to me, looking straight ahead at the vampires. Then, he looked at me, and I saw he was Seth Clearwater in human form.

"This could be it, Erin." He looked at me sadly. "I love you."

The next thing I saw was a black haze. When it cleared up, I was the only one on our side standing alive. The body that stuck out more than the other's was Seth's.

I turned around and saw Aro smiling at me. "You will join us, Ms. Baker. We need your powers."

I looked at the pile of dead wolves and vampires, noticing Jake, in his human form, and Renessmee hugging each other. I saw Bella and Edward's heads slowly burning to mere crisps. And then I saw Seth again, standing up, and he said three words: "Don't do it."

I turned back to Aro, knowing he had seen nothing and said, "Just leave everyone else that I love alone. I accept your offer to join the Volturi."

-End of Dream—

I woke up screaming, tears streaming down my face. I didn't realize I was trashing around until I fell off the bed and hit the floor with a thud.

"Ow," I muttered, my voice thick with sleep and emotion.

"Erin?" It was Alice. "Are you alright?"

"I-I'm fine," I tried to control my tears, succeeding slightly. "J-just dreaming about your fellow Italian monarchs is all."

Alice hissed when I hinted it had been the Volturi. "Wait, how do you know about them? Never mind, don't answer that. You know things, right?"

"Yep," I said, standing up with Alice's help. I hadn't realized how short I was until I stood right next to her. "Hey, I'm almost as short as you."

"Very funny," Alice said. "Edward's told me that's the second time you've had a dream like that."

"He didn't—"

"He did," Alice sighed. "But he tells me he only gets flashes of it. All he sees is the Volturi, and you as a vampire?"

"Alice," I said slowly. "I may need to be changed. Because there is something big coming up that involves the Volturi and what would they do to me if they knew that I knew? They'd kill me. I gotta be changed."

"I don't know—"

"I'll wait until after Bella's changed, but I think it would be smart," I said quickly. And then I realized my mistake; I'd revealed that Bella survives.

"Bella survives?" Alice asked, suddenly really happy.

"Alice," Thankfully I was a good liar. "I was meant if she was changed."

"Oh," she looked downcast. I couldn't believe she'd fallen for it! I contained my excitement that I'd fooled a vampire, and suddenly panicked; Jasper could probably tell I'd lied. Crap. Oh, well. "Well, I'll talk to Carlisle about changing you, but for now we have Bella to worry about. Like you said, we were expecting bones to break, which has made us kinda jumpy. The fetus broke one of her ribs."

"Yeah," I said, thinking on how it breaks her pelvis later. "I know."

Alice didn't question me. "Let's go downstairs." Then looked at me with a malicious glint in her eyes. "But first, I think you need a style change."

"Alice," I groaned, but reluctantly let her take me to her room. She was lucky she was virtually indestructible; otherwise she'd have a black eye and a broken nose right now.

I couldn't believe Alice! She'd dressed me in really expensive blue skinny jeans, and a white blouse that hung uncomfortably off my shoulders. I was wearing sliver flip-flops, and had make -up on. I never wore make-up! She'd done my curly black hair into a sloppy bun. This was probably the worst outfit Alice could come up with!

As we made our way to the stairs, Alice stayed at the top with her hands pressed to her temples.

"Headache?" I asked.

She nodded, staying where she was. She probably figured that I already knew what was giving it to her. As I walked down the stairs, I saw Edward nod, answering my question. His eyes were dead and lifeless again. I sat on the white couch, and blocked my mind from Edward. I did not want him seeing what I was thinking about; Bella's horrific almost-death. I numbly heard Alice talking to Jake about how the fetus was giving her the headache. I sighed, and shook my head when I knew Carlisle wouldn't be here to help.

Bella was carried downstairs and set on the couch next to me, and fell asleep instantly. Jake did likewise. Edward sat in-between Bella and me, and asked something that brought me out of my thoughts. "What are you thinking?"

"Something I can't divulge to you," I stated, imagining Rosalie lose control with Bella's blood in the library. "You would freak anyway."

"How do you mean?"

"You'll find out soon enough," I muttered grimly, knowing I'd freaked him out already. Ten minutes later, Esme came into the room with a pillow and put in under Jake's head as gently as she could.

After another ten minutes, I spoke again. "You hear my conversation with Alice?"

Edward nodded. "Your dreams are quite…appalling, really. Like it's something you've imagined."

"Something like that will happen," I muttered. "But minus me there, and all the gory graphics."

He chuckled. "No fighting?"

"Sorry, I can't say."

Edward sighed, frustrated. "You know, you would be more helpful if you could just tell us."

"Yeah, but it might cause the butterfly effect," I explained. "The things that I know about are meant to happen, whether the people here are gonna be happy about it or not." I noticed Alice listening intently to our conversation. "I don't want to intervene too much, otherwise…"

"Otherwise, what?" Edward asked.

"Never mind," I muttered. We sat there in silence for a few hours, doing basically nothing as we stared blankly at the football game on the television. A few of the others straggled in, either standing or sitting. Then, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Edward called.

I looked up to see Seth Clearwater enter the room, and as soon as he saw me, he stared at me like I was the only thing on earth that mattered. Seth had imprinted on me.