Last Breaths



That's all that registered on the pale Doctor's face.

"W-What?" he spluttered.

"Vampires," I repeated quietly, now watching his every move. He stumbled, stuttered, reeled and finally, chuckled.

"That's some dream," he said, "What…uh, what happened?"

And so, I began to explain. By the end of it he looked even paler than he normally was, if that was possible. I blame the rain, personally.

"What does it mean, though?" I finally blurted, tearing the toast into tiny bits unconsciously.

He turned his back to me, fumbling over something I couldn't exactly see. I ripped off another piece and actually put it in my mouth. When he finally turned back around, I was done with the whole piece of toast.

His almost horrified demeanor was calm and collected.

"I believe it means you have a great imagination," He smiled. "Why don't you finish your breakfast now, hmm?"

I nodded and took a sip of orange juice, secretly watching through my eyelashes as he walked out the door, sighing in relief.

Something was definitely up.




Today was the day.

I was officially 17.

Hooray. And I mean that in the most sarcastic way possible.

"Happy Birthday, Eddie boy," Emmett roared, laughing at my constant wincing and pained ears.

"Thanks, Emmy," I retorted, chuckling at his expression. Rosalie tried to hide her smile, but I noticed anyways.

"It's alright, Rose," I called over to her, "Your face isn't going to crack open if you laugh."

Emmett, Jasper, Alice, Carlisle and Esme all laughed, much to Rosalie's annoyance. Even though I tried not to, I turned towards Bella, watching as she fiddled almost nervously with her pony-tail holder, not the slightest bit amused.

Just talk to her, Edward, I mentally prepared myself.

"H-Hey, um…Bella," I called; my heart thrashing harshly against my rib cage. I talked to her! What do I say if she answers?

She turned towards me, her eyes wide with shock. She's probably thinking how foolish and stupid I am for talking to her. She probably only talks to and dates good looking guys.

In other words; not me

"What?" she finally snapped.

Even angry, her voice was sheer perfection—so smooth, so light…so beautiful.

I began to stutter, but quickly shut my mouth and took a deep breath.

"I-I…uhh…I-I-I made you something," I rushed out the last part, my face heating to almost melting point.

Everything and everyone was deadly silent, even – strangely – Emmett was quiet, probably enjoying the show.

I looked through my eyelashes to search her expression. There was none.

I knew it, she hated me.

My fingers twitched but I just tapped them lightly against the covers, trying not to look stupid but failing miserably.

"W-what is it?" a silk voice suddenly whispered unsurely. I snapped my head up, my eyebrows raised in surprise.

"O-Oh, um…just…it's just a drawing. Its not very good but I just like to draw and well, I just you know, drew it for you, but its not very good because—"

I was cut off my pathetic rambling by the tinkling pixie clamping a hand over my mouth, giggling delightedly.

"Oh, that's so adorable! You have to see it, Bella, please?" Pixie pleaded, releasing the most adorable puppy dog pout I've ever seen. I believe my heart even melted a little just looking at her.

"Alice," she hissed.

"It's okay, you don't have to, it's not good anyways," I murmured softly through Pixie's cold hand.

"What?" Alice asked confusedly, her eyes still big and bright with excitement.

"I said, it's not good anyways, you don't have to, Bella. I understand," I murmured, folding my legs into a pretzel, my fingers now incredibly itchy.

"No," she said quickly, "I don't mind. Where is it?"

I couldn't speak. I was too ecstatic. I pointed to the end of my bed, surprised that my finger wasn't shaking.

Alice bounced and clapped her way over to Jasper, who I now notice was smirking in my direction. My face burned again.

A soft gasp filled the room, followed by silk.

"You made this?" she asked quietly.

I nodded, chewing the skin off my lip. "Yeah…so um…do…do you uh…like it?" I asked quietly, the itch in my fingers slowly fading.

Her eyes, soft and almost caring bored into mine, all her gratitude practically screaming at me just by that one look. Our gazes were now locked for what seemed like forever. Well, that is until I was almost given a heart attack by Emmett's thunderous voice.

"All right!" He cheered, "Bella boo has a boyfriend! It's about time!" Leaning over the railing to my bed, he spoke in a low, serious and deep New York accent.

"Now Edward, I expect you to take care of our little Bella boo here. We expect her home no later than 11 o clock sharp! And also, make sure you guys…you know, cover up." He winked and waggled his eyebrows and I wanted to die.

"EMMETT!" Everyone hissed, all the girls smacking him hard upside the head and arms.

"OW!" He hollered, pouting like a two year old who was denied candy while Rosalie shoved him out the room.

"Sorry, Edward," Rose murmured, closing the door harshly behind her.

Everyone except a semi-fuming semi-embarrassed Bella and Carlisle left after the little escapade, promising to come back later.

"I'm sorry, Edward," Carlisle said, "Sometimes Emmett gets a little carried away. I'm sure he didn't mean any harm."

Making sure everything was fine and I was comfortable enough, Carlisle left, leaving only Bella.

"I'm sorry about my annoyingly obnoxious brother, Edward," she finally murmured, barely loud enough for me to hear.

"It's okay," I retorted, "It was nothing that bad—just typical Emmett."

We both chuckled softly before an awkward silence fell heavily over us.

"So…" I stuttered out, "H-How is it?"

"How's what?"

"Having a family," I whispered. "Having siblings?"

She bit her plump lower lip and stared at the ground. Did I say something wrong? Was I being too straight-forward? Did I even know what straight-forward meant?

Well, I knew the answer to the last one—no.

"Well…" her voice cracked a little before she cleared it, "It's nice, I guess. But it can get annoying, too." She chuckled, "Especially with a huge pushover like Emmett around."

I smiled. "Is he as bad as Alice at home?"

"No-o-o," she laughed. "It doesn't even come close."

We both laughed again.

"So…um…h-how did…you know…e-end up...—"

I cut her off.

"You mean how I ended up being an anorexic, bulimic and schizophrenic vegetable in the hospital?"

My bluntness must've taken her by surprise. She tripped over her words, blinked rapidly and chewed on her bottom lip.

Finally she murmured out her response. "Y-Yeah, that."

I simply shrugged. What could I say that wouldn't make her run from me screaming; for her not to call me a disgusting freak or a weirdo or a liar and never talk to me ever again…? Could I seriously risk our first conversation ever to go downhill so fast?

"Things happen," I murmured, "It's as simple as that."

As soon as the words left my mouth, the awkwardness became unbearably thick. I had to think, and fast.

"So, um…," What could I say? "How old are you?"

Oh yeah, that's not lame at all. ..

"Seventeen," she said quickly, but then backtracked, "I-In September. I mean, my birthday is in September. I'll be seventeen then."


We both bit our bottom lips and smiled.

"Well, I'd better be going, Edward," she said, "The family's waiting. But, thanks again for the drawing it was very sweet of you."


My heart monitor was getting faster and faster as was my breath as she slowly leaned forward.

Beep…beep, beep, beep…

Her lips were inches away.


She chuckled softly and placed a sweet feather-light kiss on my cheek instead, though I feel how tense she was.

"Good night, Edward."

I stuttered out a poor excuse of a reply, but she smiled anyways, closing the door softly behind her.




I couldn't believe it. The day was finally here.

I was finally being released from the hospital. After two long years and several months I was finally being released at 125 pounds and completely healthy.

I couldn't be more ecstatic if I tried.

"Good morning, Edward," Doctor Carlisle greeted, his smile almost as big as mine.

"Can I go now?" I asked excitedly, "Oh, I'm sorry. Good morning. Now can I go?"

He laughed. "Not yet, we have to run one more physical test before you're detached."

I huffed, annoyed.

"Can we just skip it and say I passed? I wanna go now!" I sounded so much like a whiny two year old…or Alice.

He laughed harder. "No, Edward, that wouldn't be fair. And I don't want anyone thinking I'm giving you special treatment just because you're going to be living with me soon."

I grinned from ear to ear and drummed my fingers rhythmically against my drawing pad to distracted and excited to draw on it.

"When's Ali coming?" I asked as he shined a bright light in my eyes, checking my vitals.

"Very soon, buddy. Everyone should be here soon. Oh, but Esme isn't coming today, she's fixing your 'Homecoming' meal."

"Is it hamburgers?" I asked. I adored hamburgers.

"No," he chuckled, "But I'm sure you'll love it."

"We're here!" A sing-songy voice squealed in a voice impossibly high.

I held my arms opened wide and the black haired ball of energy slammed into them, squeezing the life out of me.

"Ooh, I'm so-o-o-o excited, Edward! I can't believe you're actually staying with us!" She squealed. "Now I can have a brother who doesn't only like video games and Rosalie!"

I laughed.

"Oh yeah, it's gonna be fabulous, girlfriend," I joked, mocking her soprano voice. She shoved me arm and I laughed harder.

I was fully dressed in a sweat suit already, but Alice was never satisfied unless I was wearing one of her many "creations", so I was shoved into the bathroom and re-dressed into some jeans, and a layered tee shirt. I was also shaved, combed and pinched into what she would call "Perfection."

When I stepped from the bathroom I slipped on some sneakers and got bombarded by Emmett, who was chatting fifty miles a second.

"Woot, I'm gonna have a new lil' bro! This is gonna be so AWESOME! We can stay up all night, watch scary movies, play video games, make popcorn, swap some of our many manly stories and in the morning, I'm making waffles!"

"Emmett, he's staying for good, not coming over for a slumber party," the most gorgeous voice in the world said sarcastically.

I smiled in her direction, but she didn't return it. Instead, she looked away, a huge frown plastered on her lips as she fidgeted nervously.

Woah, I did something wrong already? Goodness, I'm never gonna get a chance with this girl.

I turned away and went over to Rosalie, who was also fidgeting, but – unlike Bella – she was in front of the mirror, trying to fix her hair.

"You know, Rose," I said casually, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom. "I have a solution to all your problems."

She turned around, her vainly perfect golden eyebrow raised.

"What do you mean?"

Stepping within the restroom facility, I placed an arm around her cold shoulders and pulled her with me, walking into the main room, and sneakily away from the mirror.

"Okay work with me here for a second. I mean, think about it. You're a beautiful woman, right? Of course you are, you know that, I know that, Emmett knows that, the world knows. Okay, moving on," I started to take on a New Yorker accent, some of Emmett's crazy ways rubbing off on me.

"But it seems as though you could use something…mmm, I don't know, betta?"

"Better? What do you mean better?" Uh oh she was getting mad.

"Take your hair for instance," I lifted a curly lock of sunshine off her shoulders.

"What's wrong with my hair?" she fumed.

"Nothing, Rosie, nothing, which is exactly my point, here doll face. Nothing's the matta with your hair, which is why I'm standing here, wondering why you, of all people here are wasting your precious time standing in front of that one-way glass when you, my dear, could be on a runway? Hmm?" I raised my eyebrows suggestively.

"Seriously?" she asked after a moment of hesitation.

"Psh, of course, you could. Would I ever lie to you? Now, get out of my bathroom before I get Emmett to carry you out okay? Okay we good, then? Yeah? Okay, great!" I patted her on the shoulders and went into the bathroom to do my business, listening to the thunderous guffaws from the entire family (minus Rosalie) on my small performance.