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This World

Summary:
After seven months of healing, Bella starts to notice some changes. She is taller than before, warmer, and stronger. She figures it's a fever and brushes it off. But when a strange visit from Renee reveals interesting family scandals, Bella undergoes a monstrous change. Then, a vengeance crazed vampire comes to town with one intent-kill Isabella Swan. When Bella is changed even further, what will happen? After things settle, she lives quite happily for forty more years, until her past comes back to haunt her. When old love is revived and new love arises, who will Bella choose?


Notes:
Hi, this is my first story. I expect it to be quite long, but I'm unsure. I do guarantee twists! As it said on my profile, none of the charactes nor settings belong to me. Sadly. :( Anyway, enjoy!!!


2. Chapter 2. Meeting Mom

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Meeting Mom

The next day I woke up feeling as horrible as before. I groaned softly when I tried to move. I looked at my alarm clock and saw that I had woken up early. Good, I didn't have to get ready yet. At least school wasn't going to last that much longer. I rolled over and winced at how stiff my muscles were. Why in the world was I always so tired lately?

I pulled up the blankets and suddenly shivered. What the hell?
Oh. The blanket had popped off my feet. Well, I guess I had always been too sleepy to notice that it was too small. Oh well.

As I settled down and tried to go back to sleep, I heard hushed voices from downstairs. I strained to hear and immediately recognized Sam's and Charlie's voices. Hmm.

"Yeah Charlie, she just got really sick last night, and Billy wants to check on her. Think you could let her outta school for a little while? I'll take her over, okay?"

There was silence and shuffling. I heard Charlie's sigh as the refrigerator door was opened. "Yeah, I guess so Sam. Billy probably knows how to help her more than I do. Just be careful with her though."

"Will do Charlie. Thanks."

Charlie just grunted back and I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Weird...I had never heard Sam's feet before, him being a stealthily quiet wolf and all.

He came in and I feigned sleep. He stopped for a moment and then sighed as he picked me up. I felt the whoosh of air as we zipped around my room. I heard my drawers opening and closing and I heard his quick intake of breath. Uh-oh. I blushed heavily at what came to mind. He must have been searching my drawers and found the lingerie my ex-best friend insisted I keep. "Just in case" she had said. Pfft. That man had never even tried to put his hands on me in an inappropriate way, let alone him ever seeing my undergarments.

Sam must not have noticed my blush as I heard the drawer slam quickly. Soon we were flying down the stairs at an inhuman speed. We slowed near the end of the steps and I heard as my father and friend exchanged good-byes. I was barely jostled as I was laid in the back seat. He had to bend my legs slightly, as I was now too tall to fit. Luckily enough, Sam had a wide jeep, so it wasn't too cramped.

I heard the engine rumble to life and we began to move backward. I heard the gears shift and then we were driving. The engine roared loudly and the tires screeched suddenly. I heard Sam mutter angrily under his breath about "stupid crazy drivers" as we took off again. The breaks squealed softly as we pulled up at, where I was guessing, Sam's house.

He got out and grabbed me gently. I heard the doors close as we began to walk up the familiar wooden steps to the small cottage him and Emily rented. I was set on my feet, yet not released as Sam tried to wake me from my "slumber".

"Bells. Bella. Bell!" He whispered with increasing volume. He sighed dramatically before yelling.

"Bellerina!!" He knew I hated when he called me that. It was some play off the fact that ballerinas were graceful and I was...not.

I opened my eyes slowly before narrowing them at him. "I thought I told you not to call me that."

He grinned widely. "You did."

"Then don't." I said with fake venom in my voice.

"Okay." He sounded sincere. But then his eyes widened and he looked just as Embry, Quil, and Paul had the day before. I smiled gratefully.

"Thank you."

He just continued to stare at me strangely. I glanced around self consciously and spotted the clothes of mine in his hand. I gasped dramatically

"You went through my drawers?!"

He blushed so dark that I could see it clearly, even with his relatively dark skin. Ha. Served him right.

"You needed something to change into." He mumbled. It was quite clear that he had seen what I thought he saw. Damn. That's embarrassing.

"Did you...see anything?"

His eyes widened and he shook his head vigorously. I smirked evilly.

"Tell me the truth."

"Yes." He squeaked so it was barely audible. Emily entered the room at that moment. Oh so perfect.

"Really now? Well, why don't you tell me what you saw?"

He looked at me pleadingly while glancing back at Emily helplessly. My smirk only widened.

"Tell me." I commanded.

"I saw your lingerie." He whispered quietly. It didn't appear that Emily had heard.

"What was that?" I said loudly enough that Emily looked over at the both of us.

He groaned loudly before saying, "I said I saw your lingerie." Emily looked dumbstruck.

"Really now? Care to elaborate?" I asked innocently while batting my lashes at him. He groaned again in defeat as he released my arms.

"I might've seen a few lacy panties and thongs. And some bras."

Emily was glaring daggers at the back of his head. I couldn't help but laugh, this moment was just too wonderful. They both looked at me as if I was nuts. I wiped the overflowing tears of mirth away before explaining.

"I was awake, and I knew it was an accident. Don't feel bad. I don't wear them anyway." I looked past him toward Emily. "You want them Em?"

She suddenly burst out laughing, causing me to giggle wildly. Sam laughed hesitantly along with us, glancing between us two. We continued to laugh as we made our way to the couch. I sat next to her as she sat in the middle, and Sam was on the end.

After we stopped and wiped our eyes, we stared at each other for a moment. Then, we laughed once more. Sam just stared at us as if we had gone crazy, and by the time we had stopped again, the whole pack had arrived and was looking at us much the same way.

We quickly filled them in on the situation, and soon the small cottage was filled with laughter at Sam's expense. He pouted for a little bit, but soon gave in and laughed along with us. I barely noticed the pain I felt or my crappy head ache.

The next few days passed much the same way, only Sam definitely did not go back into my lingerie drawer. Pretty soon I woke up and it was Friday. At first I was going to head over to La Push to hang out. I went to throw on something to wear. I was almost out the door when I remembered. Mom had said she was going to be here Friday.

I looked down and saw that I was wearing a yellow tank-top and gray sweats. She would definitely not approve. I grumbled angrily and hopped the stairs two at a time. This would not help my constant head ache.

After I found something I thought she would think was decent, I went to the mirror to change. I stripped down to my undergarments and went to put my top on when I saw the mirror. Oh. My. God.

This was not real. It was a trick of the mirror. My eyes were blurry. That did not exist. It was completely impossible. No way Jose. I wiped my eyes furiously and looked back at the mirror. I stepped closer and squinted. Yet it was still there.

I, weak little Isabella Marie Swan, had a six pack.

It was very small and faint, but you could see the outlines of well defined muscles. I leaned to the left and watched in wonder as they rippled slightly. I knew that at a glance they would be invisible, but they were definitely there. How the hell had that happened? I stood gawking at myself for a moment more before shaking my head slightly and glancing at my watch. Oh crap.

It was nine o'clock. Mom's flight was landing at nine-ten and the airport was an hour away. She was already overly-anxious about our visit, and when she was anxious and late-like she had been on the way to my aunt's fourth wedding-she was crabby. Crabby would not help with my nearly constant head ache, which had made an appearance already with my unneeded pampering. Double crap.

I breathed deeply to settle my nerves before dashing out to my truck. That was when I remembered something else. Crap! It was an hour drive to the airport on the highway, going about seventy, maybe seventy five. My poor old senior citizen could barely make sixty without dying. And the highway was closed off due to an accident. It was a very strange accident too, being that the driver said he had hit a person, yet there was no body found. The only evidence of his story was a small dent-about the size of a petite woman-left in the front bumper. And that his girlfriend was missing. He was oddly enough the boyfriend of the local Madame Silver, who could make accurate prophecies through her dreams.

The pack had said that they investigated the scene of the accident and that it reeked of a familiar vampire and some human blood. They said that there were three scents, two human and one vampire, and that only two had left the scene. I found that quite frightening, as that meant the army wasn't too far off. I only hoped that the pack got more members before then, so they at least had a chance.

This was all very interesting, but now it only made for a pain. Being that that was both the only highway to the airport and a very busy one at that, I probably had at least three hours of driving on detours. Oh, my poor head once Mom got a hold of it. I sighed before pulling out of the driveway. God help me.

As it turned out, I was not wrong when I said that Mom would be crabby. I allowed Phil to drive while I crammed between the two. But after commenting on how big I had gotten, I got to try and explain to Mom the situation on the highway while simultaneously explaining to Phil the complicated spider-webbing detours that I barely knew. Oh, did my head hurt, and we had another two hours to go.

"You know how much I worry about you Bella! I cannot even begin to believe you would show up so late! How could you?! I thought you had died or something! After all of the planning and preparation you still couldn't show up on time?! You weren't even fashionably late! You were two and a half hours late! Isabella, I am not a happy person! I mean-"

"Mom! I said I'm sorry! Look, it was a recent accident, and I had just found out about it. Not to mention all of the people who were on their way to work in the city! It was packed! Mom! Listen, I'm sorry! What, did you think I tried to be late? Why would I do that? It was an honest mistake! I swear! How could you even think I would-"

"Don't give me that! Honest mistake or not you could have called! I mean, Phil and I were standing there worrying over what turned out to be nothing. But we didn't know that! Bella, you nearly gave us a heart attack! Isn't that right dear?" I wanted to make a comment on how I didn't own a cell phone, but Phil was speaking.

"You did scare us Bells." Phil glanced at me from the corner of his eye and winked conspiratorially. I wish I knew how to do what he did. He somehow knew how to give her a satisfying answer while not really answering the question at all. If I could just master that skill, the few arguments my mother and I had could be avoided altogether!

"Exactly! What do you think I would have done if I had lost you?! How I would have felt? Phil and I would have been devastated!"

I poked Phil in the ribs and shot him a "save me" glance. He chuckled quietly and put his arm around me to give me a side hug. But he did do as I asked, using my mom's short attention span against her.

"Hey Sweetie?"

"Hmm?" She mumbled, almost completely forgetting that she was in the middle of a rant.

"Are you enjoying that pretty little scarf you bought at the airport?" He winked at me again and I smiled back.

The argument was then completely forgotten as she began to give me a play by play on all of the shopping trips she made for clothes to wear here. At least now she wasn't as loud nor expecting an answer out of me, and I could tune her out and rest my poor mind.

When we got to their hotel, we circled the parking lot for a space for about fifteen minutes. Finally we found one way in the far back corner. We all got out and Mom and Phil stretched. I felt fine, excluding my aching brain. I went around to the back and grabbed four suitcases in one hand and three in the other. I shook my head with a smirk at my mother's actions. You would think she was staying for a year, and she was only here for a week. I had brought only a third of this, and I had planned to stay here for the rest of my life.

I walked back around the truck and started off at a brisk pace to the entrance. My mom and Phil stared at me with wide eyes, but followed silently. We made our way through the front doors and picked up the keys quickly, leaving a trail of whispering staff in our wake. I waited a few moments for the elevator, and it finally came. Fully loaded.

There was a couple behind us with three kids, and they were struggling with all of their luggage and a baby, not to mention the two screaming and running children. I moved aside and let them in. They eyed me warily, as if I was going to cut them off at the last second and yell "SURPRISE!!!" But then they smiled gratefully and trudged into the over-crowded elevator wearily.

"C'mon." I mumbled to Mom and Phil before dashing to the entrance to the stairs. I skipped the steps two at a time until we reached the fourth floor, and walked to room 354. I put the bags down and dug into my pocket for the card.

Finding it in my rear-left pocket, I swiped it through the little machine under the handle. It beeped twice and the two red arrows turned green. I pulled down the handle and pushed the door open. As I collected the bags again, a panting Mom and Phil finally caught up to me. I smiled at them before gesturing inside with the hand that held three suitcases.

They shook their heads and stepped into the sweet smelling room. I walked in and looked around. My eyes widened slightly at how classy it seemed. Where were they getting this money?

"Phil, how much do you make?"

He chuckled at my expression. "Well, I'm a free agent, and not that bad a player, so I'm rakin' in roughly fifteen thousand a month, and your mom works at that clinic. So we're in the black. Why, like whatcha see?"

I laughed breathlessly. "Yeah, it's nice."

I suddenly realized I was still holding their luggage, so I handed Phil his two bags and set the other five in front of Mom. "Here ya go." I mumbled.

Mom smiled warmly at me. "Thanks hon. We'll let you go ahead and go now. I'll see you tomorrow while Phil gets the rental car. Pick me up at ten-ish?"

"Sounds good."

I walked up and hugged her, then Phil, and we all said good-bye. My mom promised to watch as I made it out to the truck. I shook my head at her unneeded worry and waved. Tomorrow would be fun. I hoped.

I awoke the next morning feeling...strange. I didn't know why, but an overwhelming sense of dread seemed to take root in my stomach. I just had the feeling that today was different. I didn't know how to explain it, or even what to explain. It was just...off. I shook the thought away and went to change.

I grabbed a pink sweater and jeans, before scrutinizing them closely. It would do. I'm sure Mom wouldn't fuss too much about it. I grabbed my keys and purse, ate a quick break-fast, and went to say good-bye to Charlie. I went to the living room, but he wasn't there. I furrowed my brow and dashed up to the bathroom. Not there either. I went to his bedroom and looked around. It was still the same room Mom had designed during her "yellow" stage. It was bright and peppy, all yellows, whites, light grays, and a few black accessories. But no Charlie.

I was beginning to worry, because he was off today, and never mentioned any plans. With the new born army around, who knew what had happened? I ran back down to the kitchen and leaned out the window. He wasn't in the backyard. I went through the squeaky old back door and jogged down to the old beat-up tool shed.

I unbolted it and it creaked loudly as it swung open. He wasn't in there. I was frantic at this point and sprinted up to the house. I slammed the screen open again, but barely heard it behind the uneasy rhythm of my heart. I reached for the phone to call...honestly; I had no idea, but find some kind of help. I dialed some random number, but before it got the chance to ring, I saw Charlie's scratchy handwriting on the fridge;

Belli-Bear,

I went down to La Push to fish with Billy. After that I'm going to the supermarket to stock up on some stuff. Be back at around 9'. Go have fun with your mom.

Charlie.

I sighed in relief, he was okay. I checked the time, nine thirty. I was good. I would only be "fashionably late" as Mom put it. I grabbed my keys and purse again and sprinted to the truck. I could probably expect shopping and chatter. Fun! Not.

I pulled up slowly, glancing once at my watch. Ten o' five. Fashionably late enough. I slammed the truck door and set off toward the hotel. I walked though the automatic doors and earned more whispers from the staff. A few guys stared at me like I was a piece of meat. One even came toward me as if he wanted to talk to me. But with the lust in his eyes, I knew there was only one thing on his mind. I glared at him for a moment, but he didn't notice with his eyes glued to my chest. I cleared my throat and he looked up. The boy flinched under my cold gaze and slunk away.

I continued toward the elevator to only find it as packed as before. I let the people behind me go and went to the stairs again. I jogged up the fourth floor again and walked to the familiar door. I rapped three times until a red and puffy eyed version of my mom answered the door.

"Mom?" I asked worriedly. Was she hurt? What had happened to make her so upset like this?

She sniffled a moment and then looked back up at me. I wrapped her in a comforting embrace and asked again in a gentler tone, "Mom, what happened?"

"I'm just worried you'll be mad at what I have to say." She mumbled into my shirt. I smoothed her ruffled hair while swaying us gently. "Don't worry Mom, I'll be fine. Just relax and tell me whatever you want to tell me."

She took a deep breath and let it out with a long sigh. She stepped back and looked into my eyes. I looked back into her green tear-ridden pools. "Okay." She said finally.

I smiled and ushered her inside. Once we were seated on the bed, something seemed off. I looked around and noticed a familiar presence. Or, lack thereof.

"Where's Phil?" I inquired. She glanced around for a moment as if she had no idea who I was talking about. Then, she looked back at me. "He went out for a while."

I furrowed my brow, because that definitely didn't sound like him. The Phil I knew would be here comforting my mom in this state. Yet he was out?

"For the rental car, and then I asked him to scope out Port Angeles. I wanted time to talk to you." She added.

"Oh."

"Bella," She looked at me intently. "We need to talk."