The Girl Who Played With Black Magic -Twilight Fanfic-

MY ITALIC BUTTON IS BROKEN!! Oh no wait, it's fixed again :)

- Yes! Vacation! No school for 8 weeks! I don't know how long you guys in America have vacation, but here in Hollands it's 7, except for my school *evil laugh*

Song: Matthew West - Family Tree (Made the vid myself and I would appreciate if you give your opinion)

Picture: Pregnant Bella

Chapter 4.3: The Disgusting Idea (In Her Time Of Dying)

You didn't ask for this
Nobody ever would
Caught in the middle of this dysfunction
It's your sad reality
It's your messed up family tree
And now you're left with all these questions

It was official. I was back to normal. Well, as normal as a witch could be. The black magic, so as the anger, left my body and my happy self returned. The cold view on the world was gone, so as the spirits. But nobody really cared, including me. After all, we had bigger problems on our minds; my best friends was pregnant with a vampire. Isn't that joyful? Note the sarcasm. Bella was looking worse than ever. Her skin was paler than Edwards, her stomach was covered in ugly bruises and it looked like all the live was drained out of her body. To say I was worried was an understatement.

"Hey Rosalie, you know how to drown a blonde?" Jacob asked Rosalie. Rosalie gave him an annoyed look but stayed silence. "Glue a mirror on the bottom of the pool."

I rolled my eyes while I grabbed a newspaper, rolled it up and smacked him on the head, "Bad dog!" I screamed as I pointed a finger to his chest. Rosalie chuckled and said in a sweet voice: "I think he learned his lesson. Go fetch!" And she threw a tennisball at him.

Like everyday for the past week we sat downstairs, and watched Bella fighting. I admired her. She knew she was about to die and still she kept fighting, for her baby. Bella was so selfless. She didn't even knew if this baby was good or wrong. It could be a homicidal vamp kid for all we knew, but still she was ready to die for it, something not every person would do.

I was so up in my thought that I didn't even noticed Edward and Jacob who went outside, to 'talk' again, something they did much lately. Soon I was left alone with only Bella and Rosalie, who hadn't left Bella's side since she came home, to my despise. We all knew Rosalie just wanted to protect the baby, and when it was born, and Bella was dead, she probably wouldn't even care.

Slowly everybody walked back into the living room, frowns on their faces. "Jacob had an idea, what might work," Carlisle started, holding up a cup, filled with - holy frickin' mother of Jesus! They were planning on feeding Bella blood? What is wrong with these people? Bella could go all vamp and then she bites me and them I'm going to be a vampire and then Seth would break up with me because I reek and he reeks and - I was cut of by Edwards chuckle.

It's ridiculous, I know, I thought to him, slightly ashamed of my thoughts, but more I was ashamed of how low I thought of Bella. What if she would turn vamp? And all I thought about was my relationship with Seth. How selfish.

"It's good," Bella said as she sipped from her *cough* blood. Jacob turned away in disgust and so did I. The idea of Bella drinking blood, well, kind off made me feel uncomfortable. I know how I always said I didn't mind Bella becoming a vampire, but now when I thought about it...But it was too late now. Bella chances for a normal life are gone, so there is nothing more I could do then sit and watch.

And that's what I did. I sat on the couch and watched how Bella drank the cup of blood.

Jacob suddenly walked out of the door, and only a few seconds later I heard a loud bang! Bella looked outside, guilt clearly written on her face. As she took another sip of her I wasn't able to take it anymore. With a quick apology I walked outside, only to see Jacob sitting on the ground. He was... crying? I sighed and sat down next to me. I was surely going to regret this later.

"Sucks to see your best friend like that, huh?" Jacob turned his head and looked at me with curiosity. Shit, he really was crying. "Yeah it does," he answered, "Why are you talking to me? You hate me," he accused.