Bella’s happily ever after lasted two days. This is Bella’s own account of what happened after Breaking Dawn, her growing understanding of her powers, her battle to remain with the man she loves, finding her place in her new family, and the ever-present threat of the Volturi.
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From the moment I walked through the door I could feel his eyes on me. Boring into me, owning me, watching even the minutest move I made.
I thought that I’d lose this intuition when I became a vampire. But in reality it had just got stronger along with everything else.
I thought for a moment about the one big change that my transformation had made, my thirst. Although I was still young, and the thirst for blood should be overwhelming, I had been able to handle it from the first moment I awoke in my new life. No one knew why that was. I could cope with human scents even up close, when I should have wanted to drink them dry. The scent caused me physical pain, an intense burning from my nostrils all down my throat, and feeling my throat squeezing tight with the dryness. But it was bearable. This was unusual for a new born. My kind usual manage this much control after a few years. But even with my self control the thirst was still there, the longing for something to put out the dryness.
My mind churned again. My mind could think of so many things at once. The dryness was always one of my thoughts, sometimes near the surface, then moving back into the background. I could keep all the thoughts in my mind -- juggling two, five, ten thoughts in parallel -- but never mixing them. Like watching ten TV channels at once. Another vampire trait.
Maybe I was just being paranoid. Maybe there was no one looking at me. I still hated attention just as I’d done as a human, I still shied away from it. I was just letting my imagination run away with me again. No one was looking at me. But I could hear his heartbeat six feet to my left, slightly behind where I was standing. He was sitting on a chair next to the loveseat. He was close enough to feel the warmth of his skin in the cool of the morning air. I could smell the strong scent of the skin pouch he wore round his neck. A smell that forced out every lesser smell from that part of the room, like a car headlamp blinding out a flashlight. It was not just the animal fur with its heavy notes that I could smell, but what was inside it. The herbs and berries that it contained, each type giving a new harmony to the smell. Some sharp, some sweet. Some I knew -- citrus, juniper, cinnamon -- some I had no words for.
Maybe he was just looking at Nessie like everyone else in the room. My four month old daughter was reciting a poem for her audience in her beautiful childish voice, complete with dramatic pauses and carefully characterized accents for the speeches. She was a very advanced four month old. She looked more like a small four year old, but she would have been counted as a genius in any preschool. This was because she was half vampire and half human, and of course could never be allowed in preschool. Her brown hair, with a tinge of bronze that came from Edward, fell down her back in beautiful curls. Her eyes were a warm milk chocolate color that had been mine when I was human, and were now excited by the attention she was receiving. Her complexion was pale with a healthy pink glow of excitement. We knew now that her rate of growth and progress would slow and she would be fully mature in another 6 and half years, and then live forever. We’d learned this from Nahuel only two days before. My dark worries of losing Nessie had vanished. We’d thought we would have to watch our daughter grow old and die in fifteen short years, and we would mourn her for ever.
I didn’t look to check if I was right about Nahuel and his staring. I had caught his eye only once that morning, when we came in and gave the usual greeting to our family and their two remaining guests.
I still didn’t understand why these guest were still here. Yes, I was grateful to them, especially him. So grateful it hurt. He had saved us all: my daughter, my husband, my vampire family, my wolf friends, and me. And he put himself and his father and his sisters in danger. How could I not be grateful to him. We all were.
I’d asked Edward twice why they had not left with the other guests after the standoff with the Volturi. The first time was after the celebrations when all the other guests had left and we had taken Nessie back to our cottage to sleep in her own bed. This was the first day that we’d met them, the first day of the stares. Edward had given his answer, saying Nahuel was so glad to know that a family like ours could exist. A family with a half vampire child, the only one Nahuel knew of that was not related to him, and a surviving mother. Nahuel’s mother died in child birth and so did the mothers of his half sisters.
It is rare to find a vampire who would want a physical relationship with a human woman, even rarer to find a women who survived such an encounter. Her life could end at any moment if he did not concentrate fully on keeping her alive. And what about the outcome of such an encounter? Mortals are not compatible with half vampire babies, the babies are so much stronger than the women. I had only survived thanks to the care given to me by my vampire family and because Edward changed me into a vampire as soon as the baby was out. The memories of this violent birth were now dimming for me. The vampire venom had mended the terrible damage and left me whole, strong, and beautiful.
According to Edward, Nahuel had spent his long life, over 150 years, thinking he must be evil to the core to have killed his mother. But seeing me set him free from his guilt. He now blamed his father for not caring for his mother as Edward had for me, and for not changing her when Nahuel ripped his way out of her.
The second time I’d asked Edward why Nahuel and his aunt (a full vampire) were still with us, Edward said that they wanted to learn more about our vegetarian lifestyle. This was how we liked to describe our abnormal hunting habits in the Cullen family. Unlike other vampires we only hunted animals, not humans. This gave us distinctive golden eyes which intrigued the normal red-eyed vampires. When I asked this second time, it was not what Edward had said that set me thinking but the way he said it. If I wasn’t his wife and didn’t know him so well I would not have noticed the slight tightening of his straight shoulders under his tan colored jumper, and that he was holding his perfect jaw a eighth of an inch higher than normal. He was lying to me.
Edward lied a lot. He had to. When you can read the minds of everyone in a mile radius then you have to lie to appear normal. You have to learn to ignore the thoughts most of the time. You have to answer only the questions people say out loud and not all the far-reaching ones they think in their heads but don’t dare ask. Edward also felt he must not betray confidences of those around him. It was not as though he could stop hearing thoughts if he wanted to, and not as if people could stop thinking when he was around, so he just didn’t pass these thoughts on. I was a shield which meant that he could not read my mind, not even when I was only human. Now that I was a vampire I had learned to remove my shield if I wanted, but I could only do so for a few moments at a time and even then it was exhausting work.
But why would he lie to me about why Nahuel and Huilen were still here? We had just made it through the worst danger imaginable: the whole of the Volturi forces lined up against us, the judges, jury and executioners of the vampire world. We had survived that, so what now? What was he covering up? Surely we had to have a break from peril sometime.
Maybe bad luck was something that I’d brought with me into this life. Since I met Edward as a human I had always had bad luck. My life before Edward, before my return to Forks to live with my Dad, Charlie, was a quiet life in the big city of Phoenix with my Mom, Renée. The memory of this former life was becoming hazy, almost a pre life to my human life, as if I was now in my third life, not my second. I’d had too much on my mind to sit down and think about it, though that was the only way my family said that I would remember it for the future. As I remembered it now, it was a happy but lonely time of looking after my hair-brained mother and being the adult in the relationship even though I was the child. She didn’t need to be looked after in a physical way but in an emotional one, helping her to organize and control her life. I was the one who made sure we went to the store when we needed groceries and that we went to the bank when the bills needed to be paid. In many ways you could say I was her keeper rather than her daughter. This role was taken by Phil, her husband of nearly three years.
I argued with myself that I had already brought my shield through to my vampire life along with my strange ability for self control. I was sure that I could not have brought anything else. I had left my clumsiness behind, which was a truly good thing. I now moved so fast and was so strong that if I was clumsy lots of things would get broken. Not just inanimate objects, but living things. Even people.
I looked over at Edward, to keep my eye from straying to Nahuel. His beauty never failed to amaze me. He was stunning. His eyes were a warm amber color. But this morning more like stone than liquid. Something was bugging him. No doubt he was hearing things he didn’t like. His face muscles twitched slightly and his teeth locked together noiselessly. His smile remained, a facade to keep the others away from his upset within. I had no idea what he had heard or who it was that was having these thoughts, but my mind turned to Nahuel again, though I didn’t let my eyes follow. Edward would tell me when it was right and certainly not in the middle of this gathering.
Edward applauded when Nessie came to the end of her poem, pride now on his face. I felt a jolt of joy at his pride. I was proud of her, naturally, and applauded loudly too. But to have him so in awe of her gave me such a feeling of belonging. I had, in the end, been able to give him something so worthwhile. A daughter, our miracle. It made up for the lack of balance in our relationship. He had given me everything: his love, his life, my new life, money, possessions, a home, a car, a family. But the one thing that that he had never imagined, that none of our vampire family had thought possible, came from me. She was a delight to them all, and especially Edward.
It was only as I turned away from Nessie’s performance that I noticed Alice was staring into thin air, her eyes out of focus, completely still. I knew she was seeing something. My sister’s ability to see into the future was enviable. It had made her top of the Volturi’s list for acquisitions. It was this ability that had saved the family and herself many times over. The future she saw was only one of the possible outcomes. If decisions that had been made were changed then what she saw would change.
“Demetri is coming,” she said simply in a clear chiming voice, not altering her stance at all. “Aro has decided. He will follow Carlisle to us.”
Carlisle was at her side in an instant. “But why?” he whispered. “Why now?”.
The image of the the Volturi tracker was instantly in my mind. It was not possible for anyone normal to run from Demetri. He had a gift for finding them. But this gift needed access to someone’s mind, and it was something I could block with my shield. As well as being a tracker, Demetri was a warrior, with centuries of experience working with the Volturi.
“But why, Alice?” he asked again.
Alice had gone back into her trance. This time it took her over a minute to come round. “He comes only to observe,” she said with a little relief in her voice. “Aro will order him to stay with us and just observe. He is to watch Nessie grow for Aro and to find out more about the wolves for Caius. He is to cause us no trouble. He will be ordered to hunt like us. Aro wants to see how this will change his character. He is report back regularly by letter. This order will be made at full council the day after tomorrow. He will arrive three days after that.”
She looked around the stunned room.
“Please look for more,” Carlisle urged her.
“Demetri will bring a note with him from Aro but they know that I can see what it says so you will be forewarned. Aro is staring at it so that I can read it...
My Dearest Friend Carlisle,
I am sending my dear one Demetri to visit you as an emissary. I feel that our last meeting left a rift between us which I want to close. I have asked Demetri to learn about your life style and your beloved granddaughter so that we may better understand each other in future.
I ask you to take Demetri into your hearts and your home, and to this end I will ask him to make himself useful to you and cause you no trouble. Please use him as a son.
Yours in friendship,
Carlisle looked aghast. “Is there more?” he said, shaking his head.
Her face returned to the distant mask, but seconds later disgust was clear on it. She came back to the present again shaking her head. “Uh, that is so gross”.
“I saw part of the inner council meeting that was only the family, no guard. It is so gross.” she said, hardly able to speak for revulsion. “Aro says he wishes to watch a half vampire child develop first hand. He says that he will order Demetri to try to father a child when he has returned from his visit. He laughs and says that he may have learned some restraint from us. The mother is to be the only human they trust, their administrator Gina. They will promise her immortality if she successfully gives birth, but she has no choice. If she says no, she’s lunch. He says it will be a great honor for Demetri to father a child to be brought up and studied in Volterra. Caius is against the idea, the decision will be put off until a later date... I can’t see further than that, I’m not attuned to them, I can’t see so far ahead into their futures, I can’t see if she will become pregnant or if they will kill her, it is many months away, it may change.”
There was stunned silence.
All the joy after the last successful encounter with the Volturi was gone.
Then the speculation started. Alice could see the event but not the motivation behind it. It boiled down to three simple questions: why this? why now? and why Demetri? A dozen answers to each question came from the gathered family. The most likely answer was that they wanted to catch us doing something against the rules as soon as possible, and Demetri can stand up for himself.
The others gave little thought to the planned baby. It was beyond the immediate worry and didn’t affect us personally. But my mind was on Gina and how I could help her. I had only just survived my own pregnancy and I had had good medical care and love from all my family. I felt cold, cold to the heart.
Had I started some new vampire fashion? Would lots of vampire males want to father children? And what of the vampire females, would they want to become stepmothers? I thought of the loss of human life. I thought of Gina.
I found myself a spot on the floor and sat there still, shocked, horrified.
The discussion went on for nearly an hour, until Carlisle looked at the clock and said that he had to go for his shift at the hospital.
He turned to our guests, “Nahuel, Huilen. It may be best if you were not here when Demetri comes to call. I do not wish to ask you to leave but for your own safety I must ask you to think about what you want to do. You know you have our thanks for what you have done for us, and I owe you for the safety of all my family. You are welcome here at any normal time.”
It was Huilen who spoke this time. She spoke simply in her heavy accent. “We will leave before he arrives.”
Carlisle smiled warmly at her. “That is for the best. We can visit you before long, and maybe meet Nahuel’s sisters if that is possible.”
The others continued to speculate after Carlisle had gone, Emmett debating with Jasper the possibility of beating Demetri in a fight. Jasper thought that if there were several of us it may be possible, but it would only bring the rest of the guard down on us, a battle which we would not win this time.
Alice touched me lightly on the arm, tutting at my pants and jumper combination. My favorite sister was never happy with my lack of fashion sense. But she could see the future, and would have known the day before about this particular lapse of mine. I thought to myself that I would suggest to her that she warns me in advance next time, so that I don’t disappoint her again.
“You know, I thought you would have learned a little by now Bella,” she chided quietly. “I will just have to take you back to your cottage and show you how to match up those pants myself. I didn’t spend weeks putting together your wardrobe for you to use it like this.”
That morning I must have really gotten under her skin. How could she care so much about fashion when she’d just given us the news about Demetri? Really. It made no sense.
I looked down at my outfit. It didn’t look that bad to me. I’d made sure that some of the threads in the jumper were exactly the same tone as the pants, but if it made her happy we could be home and back in a very short time. A few minutes out of the house would do me some good.
“Edward,” she chimed. “I’m taking Bella back to your cottage, can you look after Nessie by yourself?” The look on her face one of great effort.
He smiled warmly at her. “By myself? I don’t think that I will ever be allowed to look after Nessie by myself. She has too many fans for that.” He looked quizzically at her while he made his answer, as if they were having another inaudible conversation but failing to understand each other.
It was true. Most of the room were watching Nessie again, just waiting to see what she would do next, fascinated by her. Her Aunt Rose and Grandma Esme sat on the floor with her.
“We’ll see you soon,” Alice chimed again, wincing with effort, like a small child trying to remember a really difficult times table sum.
As soon as she said this I looked around the gathering to smile a normal goodbye. Then I saw him, Nahuel. He was staring at me. Staring at me with total adoration in his eyes as if I were the only thing he could see in the world. The only thing he had ever seen. Like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time.
Oh no... no please no, I screamed inside my head. My face turned from a smile to sheer dread, his calm face turning from adoration to puzzlement at my expression.
Edward stiffened beside me, but said nothing.
Alice tugged my sleeve and we were off through the patio doors at the rear of the house, running back to my cottage hand in hand. I was only too glad to go, and Alice's excuse was perfect.
As soon as we were over the river she said in a very hushed voice, “Shield me, stop him reading my mind.”
New posting Chapter 55 - Postscript
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Renee is a mystery is she really as silly as Bella thinks? What does she know? Why does Demetri think that he recognises her?
Bella could really do with being able to talk to her mum but I'm not sure that helped too much.
Edward arrived home with Nessie and had news about the match. The teams had been decided.
The wolves were split between the teams, not along pack lines but mixed up, Jacob giving up Embry and Seth in return for Jared and Colin. Leah remained on our team. I didn't know the other wolves, they were just names on a list. But I was determined to get to know the ones on my team and show them that although I may be a vampire, I wasn’t a monster.
Nessie was happy to go to bed, the excitement of the match was getting to her too. She was disappointed that she couldn’t play but did understand why, she didn’t want to be squished either. She’d spent a good few hours training on the front lawn with Jacob and she was exhausted.
Once she was settled I sat down in our sitting room and looked over at Edward. He was still looking strained. I loved him so much and hated seeing his face almost permanently etched with worry. When would this madness end? I realized how much I longed for stability, how much I wanted to plan for the future, at least the next six years until Nessie had grown up.
“What shall we do when the match is over, after Demetri has left and things get back to normal?” I asked. “I can’t remember when life was normal. Has it really been normal at all since we graduated? First the wedding, then I was carrying Nessie, then she was born and we were so worried, and then the Volturi were coming, and now Demetri and Fred are here, and the trouble we had with Paul. Is it ever going to be quiet again or will the rest of eternity be like this?”My voice had gone up an octave while I was talking. I calmed my voice down to a moderate tone. “What do you want to do for the next six years? I need a plan, something that I can think that we’ll do when all this madness dies down.”
“Oh, a plan, I used to be able to do them right up till the time I met you.” He said it with a smile in his voice, almost a resigned laugh. It was not an accusation or even a rebuke, it was just an observation.
And at that moment I grew up, I was no longer a teenager but an adult.
The words hit me and blew my world apart. It was only now that I understood. I understood what I had done. What I had done to Edward, to all his family, to the Quileute tribe – not just those that turned to wolves, to my own family, well to Charlie at least, and our friends, vampire and human.
It was me, no one else. Edward always used to say I was a magnet for trouble, but back then it was just a joke. Now I saw it clearly. It was me, I had caused all this.
“It is still so frustrating that I can’t read your mind. What are you thinking? It was a joke, why do you look so horror struck?”
Edward was in front of me in an instant, his hands on my face brushing the hair out of my eyes. He tilted my head to look deep down into them, his hand firm but gentle on my face.
I gazed at him and my eyes filled with tears. They ran down my cheeks and dripped off my chin. He dried them away with his shirt sleeve.
“What is the matter with me? Vampires can’t cry Edward.” I asked in a whispered faltering voice. “What am I then, if I’m like a vampire but I can cry? I can eat and I can sleep? What is the name for that? Am I a hybrid like Nessie, not a full vampire, did the venom not fully spread?” But even as I said it I knew that every bit of me had burned in the transformation and none had been left as it was.
Then I had the word. It sprang into my head and I said it aloud: “Demon.” I’d looked up the definition once when we’d come across it in English literature at school – it said ‘malignant supernatural being’.
Edward just looked at me. “You aren’t a demon my love, we just don’t understand yet what is going on.”
He looked so young and beautiful, just 17, faced with something he didn’t understand happening to someone he loved. Looking at him made the tears flow faster. I tried really hard to think of calm thoughts but I couldn't remember any. I tried and I thought of Jacob in the garage in La Plush before he was a wolf, of sitting watching him working on our bikes, from my perch in his VW. It was simpler then. This helped a tiny bit, and my breathing calmed a little.
“Maybe I am a cuckoo and nothing more.” I tried to smile for his sake, but I thought of the YouTube clip I’d seen of the European cuckoo laying its eggs in another bird's nest after eating a few of the host's eggs. The clip showed the chick throwing the other eggs out of the nest. It then went on to grow at a massive rate forcing its surrogate parents to continually work to feed this one enormous mouth. The parents' life had been totally taken over by this chick and only this chick. Was I that chick? I’d managed not to kill anyone yet but was that just good fortune? They all regularly had to put their lives on the line for me and my offspring.
“What did I do Bella?” he asked, pulling me out of my ponderings. “I don’t want to make you so upset again.”
“You did nothing my love, it is me, it is all me. I just need to learn to control myself.”
And I knew this was certainly true. I needed to stay calm, not to be so cast about by mood swings. After all, it wasn’t as if I was a human girl and had to cope with hormonal cycles. I had to learn self control.
The first thing was to make sure I got enough sleep but as I climbed into bed I thought that it was a lost cause. However, even with all my worries about the men folk, about Alice, about Renée, sleep found me.
I woke in the night with the dream again. I knew I’d had it before many times, but I’d not remembered it before. It didn’t surprise me, it was like an old friend. It was a bittersweet dream. A baby, a tiny little boy, warm in my arms, his blue clothes embroidered with little bunny rabbits. I was happy, so happy, and then my life flitted past. I saw him grow and I grew old too. I saw myself as a contented old woman. I saw myself die.
In the morning I knew there was something wrong. I could feel it in the center of my chest, a rhythmic squeezing, very slow and faint, but I could feel it. It was regular, once every 28 seconds or thereabouts. It wasn’t painful, just odd, unusual, out of place. I couldn’t explain it to myself. I had nothing to compare it with, not like stomach cramp or a pulled muscle from my human life. I knew that it couldn’t be heard, I would have heard it myself. I told Edward about the feeling and he said that I needed to see Carlisle again. He was about to phone for him but I said that I’d go over to the main house, as I didn’t want to make a big thing over what was probably just a bit of bad stomach or something.
As I ran through the forest I wondered if my close proximity to Fred was causing this spasming. I’d ask Carlisle and see what he thought.
I went straight to Carlisle’s study without greeting anyone. As usual he was sitting reading, this time from his computer.
“Bella, how are you this morning? You’ve just caught me, I have an early shift at the hospital, I have to leave in five minutes.”
“Carlisle, I don’t know where to start.”
“It’s OK Bella, you are under so much strain, no one thinks bad of you. You are doing remarkably well for your age.”
“It’s not that Carlisle, I have a pain. Well, no, not a pain, but a spasm in my chest and I don’t know what it is. I thought that you might be able to shed some light on it.”
“A spasm?” He looked puzzled. This wasn’t what I’d hoped for. I thought that maybe he would be able to say Don’t worry, I’ve see this many times before, it’s just X, or Y, but clearly that wasn’t the case.
“Lie on the couch and I'll see if I can feel anything.”
I lay still as requested and he felt the place I said the spasm was most intense. He felt five spasms pass. He got out his stethoscope and listened. I really wondered if it would make any difference to his hearing given that I’m sure that he only used it for show on his human patients. He’d be able to hear their hearts, however weak, from the other side of a door.
As he listened for the spasms I saw him raise his eyebrows in surprise and then pull them together in confusion. Whatever it was that he heard, he wasn't expecting it.
“Are you suffering any lost of strength or speed?” he asked.
“No, I’ve not noticed. I’m getting older and expecting to lose my edge, but it’s still there for now,” I replied. “Why, what do you think it is?”
“Bella, the best way to describe what I feel and hear in your chest is... a pulse.”
The sentence was spoken very quietly so that no vampires nearby would hear. Edward was not there so the only other person who would know what had been said would be Alice.
“But I don’t have a heart,” I uttered in the same small voice, but in my case a small voice was all that I could manage. The word pulse rang around my head. Spasm was so much better, so much easier.
“I know that vampires don’t traditionally have working hearts but maybe there are exceptions. It is not as if I have studied every vampire that has existed. You may be one of a select minority that have a gift that we others do not, or of course you could be totally unique.
“I have read ancient myths about vampires with any number of human-like traits and physiology. They are written in the Volturi records. I studied their libraries when I was with them. They have built up a vast collection of writings. I remember some of the stories were of vampires who developed gifts and were physically different from normal vampires. But these were over 2000 years ago. A myth, nothing more.”
“Tell me more Carlisle. Were there any with pulses?”
“Well, yes, but they had a more regular pulse like a human that went through their whole body, not a small centered spasm like yours which is only twice every minute or so. It's probably something you ate, nothing like a pulse.”
“I’m going to have to run some more tests on you Bella, you are certainly the most interesting vampire I know.”
He said this with a enormous smile, “You have brought so much to all of us, not just Edward.”
“Will you promise to be back here when I finish at the hospital? No, better still, can I see you at the cottage?”
“Yes, of course.”
“And you are in no pain?”
“None at all.”
“Well that is good, do try not to worry. It is probably just something to do with your digestive system, but I’m not quite sure what yet.”
And with that he went off to work. But his last thought gave me some comfort, just something to do with my digestive system. Well that was OK, maybe I’d been messing it up eating and drinking human-style a little too often and it was getting it’s own back. I could easily go back to a blood-only diet if that was going to be healthier for me.
A minute after Carlisle had left the room, Alice flitted into the study.
End of Chapter 47
Poor Bella is so overwhelmed by all the changes and complications. Luckily Carlisle can help her by putting some things in perspective. I wonder what Alice will say? And what was her dream about?
Bella tends to worry and overcomplicate things, but Edward is right about one thing: "we just don’t understand yet what is going on". I can't wait to find out what all this is about! It will also be interesting to see how the match turns out! A lot to look forward to!
You are right! The poor woman is under so much stress right now. She understands so little about what is going on and feels guilty about everything - even things that she can't do anything about.
May be the match will be a welcome distraction - umm maybe not Bella and sports didn't use to go hand in hand.
Aww, Poor Bella :( she is so confused and feels so guilty, she's not even sure what she is anymore, poor girl. I know it's hard for her, they all do know that, but it's not like she's a Demon? If she was Jasper would have known already
no she isn't a demon, she is just feeling really guilty about everything.
I think cuckoo is nearer the mark, she has become the center of so many peoples lives - but not by choice.
if i had a penny for every question that i came up with for this chapter, i would be rich for three hours.
i mean - dang! - will the suspense stop? hee hee. nice chapter, chris! it must be hell to be bella now, what with everything that she's experiencing. i do feel bad, though, since all of those bad things happen to her at once. it's like, she only had R&R for three days after their first showdown with the volturi and then - BLAM - all this happens.
can't wait what happens in the next chapter!! bye!
great update! a "pulse" interesting...can't wait to read your next update!
thank for the comment.
yes a pulse to add on top of the eating, sleeping and crying. Vampire or not vampire? That is the question.
Now you're quoting Hamlet?
Yes! I knew it! She's becoming human.
I can certainly say she is changing.
Eating, sleeping, crying, dreaming, and now a pulse. And moody, don't forget the mood swings, she isn't just being totally pathetic, she is having to suffer huge mood swings - not easy as we all know.