[TWILIGHT FANFIC]
Chapter 4: First day

            My body burned for 259,336 seconds, or that was how many I could count in my mind to keep from writhing in agony. As abruptly as it started... it stopped. My eys opened to find Carlisle perring down at me with a loving smile. He pushed back my matted hair and helped me sit up.
            "How are you feeling?" He said and I found myself unable to swallow the absent feeling to blink or breath. I flexed my cold fingers and noticed the tempurature was soothing, rather than painful. I felt a tiny burn in my throat that gave me the strong urge to subdue.
            "Thirsty." I said and felt the velvet voice spill over my lips. I did not recognise it but knew it was my own.
            "As soon as Emmett and Jasper get back they will take you to drink." He pulled the blanket off my body, holding his free hand out to help me down from the elaborate bed.
            As I stood I felt my stomach but there was no pain. I pulled my shirt up to see no hole where Dr. Cullen had removed my feeding tube. "What's going on?"
            "You no longer have to fear death, my child." He walked me to the full length mirror and the girl standing before my did not resembled myself, but was not. Or was it? My eyes were crimson red, ferfect flawless skin, but so pale it was unhuman.
            He slowely ran his fingers through the mangled mess of my brown hair  and it gave way smoothly leaving eash strand as if I had never even layed in bed for a week straight.
            "Why am I still alive?" I whispered but he shook his head.
            "We all aren't alive, but we live for eternity and love eachother as a family." He esplained as Alice appeared with a change of clean clothes.
            "I do not understand."
            "We are vampires, little sister." She said and shrgged. "Except for Renesmee, she is only half. She breathes, and eats, blinks and growns."
            "Well, at a more rapid pace than normal humans but now it has almost crawled to a stop." Carlisle pointed out as they excused themselves.
            I changed into the clothes she had provided and glanced back at my reflection. I opened my mouth to find no fangs. Who were they joking? I can see myself, and have no fangs, how could that make me a monster?
            "We aren't like those in your horror stories." Edward stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. Why am I not freaking out? "Because we do not have any reason for emotions. only those we come to learn. Like love, jeliousy, and worry. We tend to worry alot in this house with Alice and her visions." He let himself have a little laugh in his amusement.
            "How do you answer questions I do not speak aloud?" I turned with my chin up.
            "I can hear everyone." He smirked to himself once more. "Except for my wife, though she lets me in sometimes."
            As he spoke the words I began to notice I could hear things beyond the room, beyond the house, and the freeway a mile away. I did not recognise the landscape. Where am I? I thought and looked to him for the answer.
            "Just outside Forks." He smiled at his ability to climb into my brain. I searched my fuzzy human memory and remembered where I had been in, the hospital. And now I was in this ornate room. Healthy. "Carlisle has already called your social worker to tell her of your death."
            "I died?" I hissed and surprised myself at the sound.
            "In a sense..." Edward added. I felt the burning lump in my throat and smelled blood, unconciously leaping towards the door and Edward pushed me down, holding me there. "You harm your neice, my daughter, I will kill you myself." He growled in a deep tone and then blinked as he read my mind before I said the words.
            "I don't want to hurt your family. Why did you even pick me?" I screamed and he let his stone grip loosen.
            "You picked us, Hana." He sat with me on the floor as Emmett and Jasper appeared at the top of the stairs with a concerned look in their amber eyes. the wall in the hallway was covered with more oil paintings and chocolate paint.
            I peered down at the dark hardwood before standing to go with my brothers.