Just so you know, Bella is changing as I'm sure you'd notice- and I'm positive a couple of you are saying to yourself, "That is not AT ALL how Bella in the book would act." Trust me, I've had those arguments enough by myself. And I know this- but, memories can change a person.

And, to be honest, this is probably NOT how Nico would act either. If I were to make it as he would act or think- that would be really difficult. I mean, he's depressed and dark and all that stuff... yeah, he is not a ray of sunshine. Solangelo all the way. ;-)

You guys have no idea how sorry I am, this part is really short and it took me awhile to make. I guess I should say I'll be better, but you guys know I still won't update until like, 2020, or something.

No, I'll try to make it earlier. Although thanks to everyone who replied supporting thoughts that really helped me! I can't wait until I see y'alls again!

3:24 p.m...

Nico di Angelo POV

I fidgeted, uncomfortable with the situation at hand. We had arrived at the Cullen household only a couple minutes after the graveyard. It has only been 3 minutes and 34 seconds... 35... but it is still very awkward. Especially with your dead sister's boyfriend who had just seen you talk to the dead. I took a deep breath and started to talk.

"So, I am sure you are curious about the events that occurred today." I said, Edward growled, bad wording, Nico. "Sorry." I muttered quietly. "Anyways, everything that happened- everything, was supposed to happen. It was planned." Edward stood up but Emmett pulled him back down. "I should just get to the point. Bella is not human."

"Was." Somebody muttered under their breath.

I looked around, trying to find where the comment came from, but couldn't find it. "What do you know about the Greek gods?"

The leader -Carlisle, I think- spoke, "I don't know the point to this but we know a lot -we've been alive for a while- but why-"

"Good, great, you know some. Let me just tell you, they are real. All those myths, they're not myths, they're real."

"Excuse me?" The blonde asked in a sweet voice.

"You heard me correctly, the gods are real."

"Yes, we heard you but we didn't really understand." The mate of Carlisle's spoke. "That is not possible."

"I don't think we've formally been introduced," I said. "My name is Nico di Angelo, son of Hades and king of the dead. I am the head of the Hades' cabin and have only 3 sisters, 2 of them are dead, I had made the third come back to life and sent to California, I am Bella Swan's brother."

"B-Bella... she doesn't have a brother." The pixie protested.

"Yes, she does." I said, putting spaces between my wording. "Anyways, I had made a discussion with the fates, we needed her back at camp, and they decided to kill her. I'm going to go and bring her back to life, now. Bye!" I started out the door, I know I had made a run for it -like the coward I was. Although everyone at camp knows that I hate awkward situations. I leave immediately.

"Hey!" The bulky vampire yelled, chasing after me. The blonde male who never spoke joined the other. "You get back here!"

I dove for the shadows, but they got me first. Their hands held my arms in a vice-grip. "You're not leaving quite yet." The blonde spoke.

I growled and struggled out of their grips, it didn't work, I knew that of course, but might as well show them that I do not want to be here.

"We would like you to explain what is going on here." The leader said calmly.

"I can't! There's a war coming and we need Bella's help, and judging by the way you guys are dealing with this, I'm guessing that you would have kept her here."

Her boyfriend glared at me, I could see pure hate in his eyes. Mr. Bulk let go of my arms and held the other down. I frowned at him, "What were you to her, anyways?" I asked angrily.

He let out an angry roar and tried to pounce on me, was that supposed to be frightening? I thought to myself, he was nothing! He doesn't even know Bella's true last name.

"How could you even call yourself her boyfriend?" I yelled, letting all the frustration at vampires out. "You knew nothing about her! You were just using her!" Now his eyes were on fire. The only thing that was keeping me alive was the vampires holding him back. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to make a vampire angry. My second thoughts made me turn and go running again. Nobody stopped me this time.

I held my chest, gasping for breath, shadow traveling still drained me. I looked around, recognizing the place I was in. Then, an angel walked up to me.

"Nico... you shouldn't have made him angry." She said softly.

"I'm sorry, Bella." I whispered. "I'll try harder, it's just... I was-" frightened? Hades no, never will I think that way.

"It's okay, just... this is a tough subject for them."

"Yeah, I noticed that, especially with the one who left you," She glared at me. "All alone," I continued. "In the woods-"

"Okay!" She exclaimed, her voice carrying across the hill. "That's enough."

"Do you want to talk to them again?"

"I'm going to be back in my body soon- but I really would like to speak to Edward, and him alone."

"Your wish is my command, m'lady." I said, starting to turn and walk away.

"It better be, little boy."

I smirked in anticipation.

9:34 p.m...

I crept towards the house, I was nervous that an angry vampire would come plowing out. I stood still for a second, my heart pounding. I tried to not breathe, but they could probably hear me anyways. I continued to walk up and knocked on the door.

It opened slowly, I frowned seeing the small pixie in front of me. "Come in." She said icily. "Edward's hunting with Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper, so make it quick. They'll be back in ten minutes."

I nodded quickly, not wanting to get on any of their bad side... again. I slid past her and walked into the living room. I noticed that the leader was standing, slightly in front of his mate. I can understand why they wouldn't trust me.

"So... how are you doing?" They didn't answer. "Oh, okay... I understand why you may be a little, hesitant, after our last meeting. But trust me, I'll be better this time."

They glanced at each other.

"Really, I only have a couple of questions." I said, desperate to earn a sliver of their trust- to keep me alive. "Well, I was wondering if you wanted to be there when she comes... back to this world?" I asked, choosing my words carefully as to not offend them.

"Of course we do." The pixie said sharply.

"Alice." Carlisle's mate said sharply. The pix- Alice, did not take back what she said or apologized.

"Okay, it's going to be tomorrow by- how about here? If that's okay with you." I added quickly.

"Of course," their leader said calmly. "We will prepare a room for her."

"Also, Bella was wondering if she could speak to Edward?" I said, the statement sounded more like a question. Alice sneered but Carlisle spoke before she could get a word in.

"Why would you need our permission?"

"Because I don't want to be killed- I mean!... I have to be with Edward, I just wanted to... make sure he was ready..." I offered.

Carlisle chuckled, "I'm sure he is."

"Also... I wanted to warn you." I said my voice turning into a whisper. His expression turned grave. "Well, it's the first time I've ever done this," I admitted, "I mean, I have to get permission from the fates, and my dad, and Bella, and Zeus-"

"We understand." Carlisle said, patting my shoulder. I flinched. "But why would you need to warn us?"

"Apparently there are side effects I wasn't aware of -not to mention, it may not even work-"

"What are the side effects?" Alice asked me, her fury melting in curiosity and worry.

"Um... there's the possibility that after we're done she could die again, or her body would be here, but her soul would be somewhere else- you get the picture, right?"

"Of course, and we are willing to-"

"I don't need your permission," I said, cutting off Carlisle. "We'd do it anyways- even if you didn't want to risk it."

He looked down, "We understand. We wouldn't mess with your job but what would happen after she is... comes back?"

"Well, she'd help us fight a war or something-" My eyes widened, realizing what I had done. "Um... probably shouldn't have said that."

"I'm sorry, but we would never let her do that. She is family."

"You're not her family, old man!" I exclaimed sharply. Whoops, they don't look happy. I took a nervous step back. Carlisle held his hand out, stopping his family from attacking me.

"I understand why you may be upset, but you will have to trust us. We will set up a room upstairs for Bella's arrival." He said, his face twisting into a grimace as he said it.

"I'll call Edward," the Pixie said softly. "Maybe he'll pick up, unlike last time." She muttered as she walked away.

Everyone started walking around, except me. I just stood awkwardly in the middle as the vampires made their way around me to do what they were doing before.

"Should I, go?" I asked.

"No," Carlisle said. "Please, stay."

"Um... okay?" I offered, it was the best I could do.

I searched around the room, trying to find something to do, well, this is a nice living area.

Luckily, Alice saved me- no, bad choice of words, she gave me something to do. "Nico?" She said softly, walking over to me. We were about the same height, "Nico, Edward was thinking of having you meet him there...?"

"Okay," I agreed, "I can work with that. Thank you."

With that, I turned on my heel and hurried out, into the darkness of the night. Thank the gods that was over, it was torture! I walked into the shadows, trying to make it to McDonald's.

When I got there, I was exhausted. Although, I had no idea where I was. There is defiantly no McDonald's in Forks. Well, I couldn't be sure if I was even in McDonald's, because I was in the men's bathroom- but it sure smelled like where I wanted to be.

When I walked out I was hit with the smell of fat, grease, and diapers. I walked through the narrow hallway and in between tables before getting to the front counter. It being almost 10 o'clock at night, I was the only one in the line.

"What do you want?" I instantly leaned back, terror running through my veins, as the man turned around. He was a stick figure with warts and glasses. "Well...?" He asked, and he's impatient, I'm sure the ladies love him.

"Ah... happy meal with a vanilla shake?" Gods, I loved their vanilla shakes, they were so good!

"So, ah... where're you from?" Gods, no! Don't speak to me mortal! I immediately became interested in a pamphlet for an amusement park called 'Storyland'. "Well... that's cool, so... what's your name?" I turned and walked away. "Dude, your order is ready." He called after me. 'Dude'? Since when was I a 'dude'? Are all men 'dude's'?

I slowly walked back, nervous energy rushing through my veins. If I get too close, will I be infected? He stared at me intensely with wide eyes, it was quite terrifying, actually. I walked up to the counter. I slapped 20 bucks onto the counter, grabbed my bag and ran out. I rushed down the street, the shadows wide and inviting. Perfect. I ran into the shadows.

I appeared a little ways away at the graveyard. Exhaustion pressed down my shoulders. I still had enough to speak to Bella, but after, I would pass out.

Edward was already there, huddled into a little ball. What is wrong with this creature? I thought dryly to myself. I walked around him, trying not to stare, I doubt he'd care, but it'd be polite. And my mother taught me manners, so I should use them. Well, I think that's what Bianca said...

Unfortunately, there was no empty grave. "Um...?" I turned to Edward, about to ask him if he could dig me a hole, only to realize that it would be completely unlikely that he would be able to stand for long enough.

I let out a low whistle, and I felt energy drain out of me. So much I almost collapsed, almost. I've been working too hard. Maybe while Edward is talking to Bella, I can take a nap.

Barks rang out, and a black shadow ran towards me. I took a couple steps back before a dog sat at my feet- no, not a dog. A Hellhound.

"So... dig! Yeah," I said. Mrs. O'Leary immediately started digging, the huge hound throwing dirt everywhere.

I glanced at Edward. Poor guy, Bella's death is taking him hard. Why does he care so much? I wondered.

"She is my life," he responded hoarsely.

"Wait, what?"

"I can read your mind," he stated quietly.

"Y-you can?" I asked nervously.

"Well, sort of."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I can read your mind. But not well," he paused for a second. "No, not even like that. More like, I can read thoughts- but not your thoughts." I frowned. "The thoughts you're probably thinking about now, about your sister, and... whatever you are? I don't hear that. Instead, I only hear what I want to hear."

"Although, you couldn't read Bella's thoughts, correct?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Hmm..." I murmured. "Something must be up with her brain. Maybe it's a trait we all have. Maybe she didn't get it." Suddenly, I grabbed that fatty, disgusting, fried food, and threw it behind me. I turned quickly. "Isabella Marie... Di Angelo."

Suddenly, a bright, white light floated in front of me, and I collapsed.