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hey..my name is Allyssa. I'm 15years old. I'm vampire. Yes they are real...I'm very kind, sweet, outgoing. I love anime. I love Music..anything besides COUNTRY!!! I hate Country ><. I am somewhat smart...can get very annoying...but everyone saids that I'm not annoying >< Everyone is very protoie of me..so yea...if someone hurts me watch out ><

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Twilight

"Hey, Bella," called a familiar, husky voice from the driver's side of the little black car.
"Jacob?" I asked, squinting through the rain. Just then, Charlie's cruiser swung around the corner, his lights shining on the occupants of the car in front of me. Jacob was already climbing out, his wide grin visible even through the darkness. In the passenger seat was a much older man, a heavyset man with a memorable face-- a face that overflowed, the cheeks resting against his shoulders, with creases running through the russet skin like an old leaher jacket. And the surprisingly familiar eyes, black eyes that seemed at the same time both too young and too ancient for the broad face they were set in. Jacob's father, Billy Black. I knew him immediately, though in the more than five years since I'd seen him last I'd managed to forget his name when Charlie had spoken of him my first day here. He was staring at me, scrutinizing my face, so I smiled tentatively at him. His eyes were wide, as if in shock or fear, his nostrils flared. My smile faded.
Another complication, Edward had said.
Billy still stared at me with intense, anxious eyes. I groaned internally. Had Billy recognized Edward so easily? Could he really believe the impossible leagends his son had scoffed at?
The answer was clear in Billy's eyes. Yes. Yes, he could.



"Alice." I tried to open my eyes. "Alice, the video--he knew you, Alice, he knew where you came from." I meant to speak urgently, but my voice was feeble. "I smell gasoline," I added, surprised through the haze in my brain.
"It's time to move her," Carlisle said.
"No, I want to sleep," I complained.
"You can sleep, sweetheart, I'll carry you," Edward soothed me.
And I was in his arms, cradled against his chest-- floating, all the pain gone.
"Sleep now, Bella" were the last words I heard.



The door opened a crack, and she peeked through.
"Mom!" I whispered, my voice full of love and relief.
She took in Edward's still form on the recliner, and tiptoed to my bedside.
"He never leaves, does he?" she mumbled to herself.
"Mom, I'm so glad to see you!"
She bent down to hug me gently, and I felt warm tears falling on my cheeks.
"Bella, I was so upset!"
"I'm sorry, Mom. But everything's fine now, it's okay," I comforted her.
"I'm glad to finally see your eyes open." She sat on the edge of my bed.
I suddenly realized I didn't have any idea when it was.
"How long have they been closed?"
"It's Friday, hon, you've been out for a while."
"Friday?" I was shocked. I tried to remember what day it had been when... but I didn't want to think about that.
"They had to keep you sedated for a while, honey-- you've got a lot of injuries."
"I know." I could feel them.
"You're lucky Dr. Cullen was there. He's such a nice man...very young, through. And he looks more like a model thann a doctor...."
"You met Carlisle?"
"And Edward's sister Alice. She's a lovely girl."
"She is," I agreed wholeheartedly.
She glanced over her shoulder at Edward, lying with his eyes closed in the chair. "You didn't tell me you had such good friends in Forks."
I cringed, and then moaned.
"What hurts?" she demanded anxiously, turning back to me. Edward's eyes flashed to my face.
"It's fine," I assured them. "I just have to remember not to move." He lapsed back into his phony slumber.

Breaking Dawn

~Jacob's Story~

"Rosalie would never embarrass Esme by displaying such a lack of hospitality."
"Oh course not," Blondie said in a sugar-sweet voice that I immediately distrusted. She got up and breezed out of the room.
Edward sighed.
"You'd tell me if she poisoned it, right?" I asked.
"Yes," Edward promised.
And for some reason I believed him.
There was a lot of banging in the kitchen, and-- weirdly-- the sound of metal protesting as it was abused. Edward sighed again, but smiled just a little, too. Then Rosalie was back before I could think much more about it. With a pleased smirk, she set a silver bowl on the floor next to me.
"Enjoy, mongrel."
It had once probably been a big mixing bowl, but she'd bent the bowl back in on itself until it was shaped almost exactly like a dog dish. I had to be impressed with her quick craftsmanship. And her attention to detail. She'd scratched the word Fido into the side. Excellent handwriting.
Beause the food looked pretty good-- steak, no less, and a big baked poato with all the fixings-- I told her, "Thanks Blondie."



When I was finished-- though I was considering licking the bowl, just to give Rosalie something to complain about-- I felt Bella's cold fingers pulling softly through my hair. She patted it down against the back of my neck.



The baby, the baby. Like that was all that mattered. Bella's life was a minor detail to her--easy to blow off.
Edward's face went white as snow. His hands curved into claws. Totally egotistical and indifferent, Rosalie twisted in her chair so that her back was to him. He leaned forward, shifting into a crouch.
Allow me, I suggested.
He paused, raising one eyebrow.
Silently, I lifted my doggy bowl off the floor. Then, with a quick, powerful flip of my wrist, I threw it into the back of Blondie's head so hard that--with an earsplitting bang-- it smashed flat before it ricocheted across the room and snapped the round top piece off the thick newel post at the foot of the stairs.
Bella twitched but didn't wake up.
"Dumb blonde," I muttered.
Rosaile turned her head slowly, and her eyes were blazing.
"YOU. GOT. FOOD. IN. MY. HAIR."
That did it.
I busted up. I pulled away from Bella so that I wouldn't shake her, and laughed so hard that tears ran down my face. From behide the couch, I heard Alice's tinkling laugh join in.



Alice make a face. "Edward's going to end up ripping Rose into small pieces, I think. I'm surprised she doesn't see that. Or maybe she thinks Emmett will be able to stop him."
"I'll take Emmett," I offered. "You can help Edward with the ripping part."
Alice half-smiled.


~Bella's Story~

All the embarrassing comments he'd made in front of my father sounded in my ears again, and it was probably a good thing I was holding Renesmee. Unable to help my reaction entirely, I snarled under my breath.
"Oooo, scary," Emmett laughed.
I hissed, and Renesmee stirred in my arms. She blinked a few times, then looked around, expression confused. She sniffed, than reached for my face.
"Charlie will be back tomorrow," I assured her.
"Excellent," Emmett said. Rosalie laughed with him this time.
"Not brilliant, Emmett," Edward said scornfully, holding out his hands to take Renesmee from me. He winked when I hesitated, and so, a little confused, I gave her to him.
"What do you mean?" Emmett demanded.
"It's a little dense, don't you think, to antagonize the stronngest vampire in the house?"
Emmett threw his head back