Shigh's updated fan fic - Newborn

Disclaimer: I am not making any profit from this story, nor do I claim ownership of the characters used. All credit and ownership goes to Stephanie Meyer.


This starts just before where Breaking Dawn Part I the film finished.


"Carlisle, what if it didn't work? How would we know?" a broken voice somewhere close to my head asks. "What if her heart wasn't strong enough to handle it?" I hear a strange sound, like a sob, and feel a wave of sweetly scented air brush over my face. I know that smell. But right now I just can't think how I know it.

 "Son, I know that this is hard for you, but you're just going to have to wait it out. She's strong. She'll make it". I vaguely wonder why this conversation seems to be happening around me. I feel a slight pressure on my hand and what feels like a pair of lips press to my forehead.

"Bella", the first voice breathes into my hair, "Please make it. Please be okay. Please". The voice seems to be pleading, and I hear it break again as that same, tantalizing smell washes over my face.

Someone enters the room quietly, their feet barely brushing the ground. How strange that I should be able to hear that. "Edward" the person says, their voice high, excited, "she's ready!"

"OH!" I exclaim, my eyes bursting open. I hadn't even realized that they've been closed. But this all made sense now. The voice, the pressure on my hand, the lips pressed to my head, the smell. Of course I recognized the smell of him. I had made it my mission to memorize it. I would know it anywhere, even when it was strangely stronger now than I can ever remember it being.

Edward has been sitting beside me this whole time talking to Carlisle, completely unaware that I've been able to hear what was happening.

His face is quickly in front of mine, and I realize that I'm lying down. That's strange, the last thing I remember is sitting on the couch. I must have fallen asleep. I feel my face cloud.

"Why on earth am I lying down? What's going on? What are Carlisle and Alice doing here?" I ask, the questions tumbling out of my mouth.

He smiles at me, but I notice that his eyes - for some reason black instead of the liquid gold I remember seeing before I fell asleep - tighten the smallest amount at my questions.

"Bella honey," he murmurs, "don't you remember what happened at all?"

I hear Carlisle and Alice leave, satisfied that I'm okay. I know they'll hear what happens though, because they can't avoid their strong hearing.

What do I remember? I remember talking to Edward and Jacob, who were past their anger at one another and were allowing me to see them in the same room at the same time. I remember sitting on the couch, laughing at Jacob's horrible attempts to make me smile. I remember -

"OH!" I practically yell, as memories come rushing back to me.

I remember feeling a sharp pain in my abdomen. The baby who had been nestled there for the shortest time but was somehow was much too big had moved quickly, causing the sound of sharp snaps to bounce around the newly silent room. I remember that sound accompanying the pain of my ribs breaking.

I remember my attempts to laugh off both the sound and the pain, claiming weakly that I guess he (because my child with Edward was always a 'he' in my mind) really wanted to be born now.

I remember seeing the looks of panic on both Edward and Jacob's faces, and watching them harden as they realized that in fact, my baby did want to be born right now.

"I remember now," I whisper, looking towards Edward. "How long was I unconscious? Is our baby okay? Is he as beautiful as you? Did Jacob stay? Am... Am I actually a vampire now? Or am I just dreaming this all?" I stammer.

Edward looks as if he doesn't know where to begin answering my questions.

"You were unconscious for four days, a little longer than usual, but I think your body had more fixing to do. I, well, we all, were so very worried about you Bella," he breathes, staring into my eyes and touching my cheek.

"As for our baby, she isn't as beautiful as me. She's as beautiful as her mother. And she's absolutely fine. Turns out you can't see the future, because she's not the boy you thought she'd be" he laughs.

"As for Jacob, he stayed. He's downstairs at the moment, with our daughter" his eyes tighten again at this. I wonder what that's about. Jacob's one of the best people to be around a child.

"And you aren't dreaming. I shudder to think what would cause a dream like that. So yes, you are a vampire," he finishes. I can't tell if he's pleased by this fact or not. I decide to leave it. For now.

"Perfect. Everything's well in the world then. Now," I begin, hopping down from my bed of the past four days, "can you please take me to our daughter? I never really got the chance to introduce myself, did I?"

"Bella..." He stops. "I don't think that's such a good idea yet. You're a newborn, remember? And she's half human. It wouldn't be safe. You need to hunt first."

Now that he's mentioned it, I guess I am pretty thirsty. And now that I'm aware of it, all I seem to be able to smell is the tantalizing scent of human blood coming from downstairs.

"Of course. Hunt first," I agree wholeheartedly.

The sound of someone running up the stairs reaches my ears the same time the smell hits my nose. That tantalizing smell of human from downstairs.

“Bella! I’m so glad you’re oka-“

Before I can stop myself, I crouch and spring at him, knocking him to the floor. My lips are quickly at his neck, venom filling my mouth, ready to bite. Part of me, the rational part, is aware that this is Jacob pinned underneath me. That he is my best friend, my rock.

But that part is outdone by my thirst. And that thirst is going to be the death of him.