Author's Note: Astrid Claire, in this story I thought it may have been a little obvious that Poe was a vampire... and I'm going off of what I remember from the movies, I didn't look too deeply into the info online for the character profiles or read the books (didn't even finish five pages before I lost interest in Twilight).

Rosalie POV

I sit in the hospital with Izzy as Edward speaks with Carlisle outside, mostly about whether or not she will have to stay overnight again. I refrain from touching her, knowing that she feels cold, but knowing she's suffering from a fever. It's horrible seeing her in such a state; but knowing it will pass soon doesn't make me feel any better about it.

And her schooling… tomorrow is Monday, but Carlisle and her doctor have already made it plain that she won't be attending on Tuesday, which is going to put other students off. Someone may even try to see her, meaning to wish her well and accidentally revealing her illness to the entire student body. It's the last thing she wants, but she knows it'll have to come out eventually, whether she wants to admit it or not. The doctors are insisting she can't be allowed to go home until at least tomorrow evening, and even then they don't think she should be allowed to leave.

Her mother can't afford to keep doing this much longer. She's barely holding onto her job, and the lawyers are only costing her more. Carlisle can help, but he also has to come to work here, whereas they want her to remain under observation. Sure, he could say that we've been taught enough to take care of her at our house, which is true enough, but they want her in the hospital.

Carlisle walks in and begins to unhook her from the sensors, a nurse watching like a hawk and pursed lips. "I really think she should stay here, Doctor Cullen."

"Her mother wants her away from the hospital," Carlisle answers with barely concealed annoyance. "She will be well cared for outside of the hospital by my wife. If there's a problem, she has the certifications to take care of Miss Hale."

She sighs and walks out, going to the desk to get her discharge paperwork ready. Izzy opens her eyes tiredly as Carlisle removes the IV, replacing it with a cotton wad and gauze. "Home?" she asks, holding back a yawn as the drugs try to keep her asleep.

"Yeah, we're taking you home for now," he assures her, wrapping her more firmly in the flannel blanket I brought last night before shifting her into a wheelchair far too easily. "Your mom is filling out paperwork while we get you to the car, okay?"

"Okay," she mumbles, eyes closed and breathing slowly in exhaustion.

When I realize she actually fell back asleep in the chair, I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear gently as I look at Carlisle. "What are we going to do about the dogs?"

If he were human, I suspect he might have sighed. "I will approach their territory tonight where we made the treaty, since its along their regular route near the house. They might grant me permission to meet with the elders to explain the situation with Izzy and Edward, but I may not be able to do so as directly as I would prefer."

"I just want the dogs to leave her and her mother alone."

I fight to keep a straight face when I see the Newton boy staring around for Izzy when Edward joins us at lunch, wanting to go over there and beat him within an inch of his life for harassing her. "Easy Rose, he's not worth it," Edward whispers, sending a glare to the mortal that makes him turn back to his own lunch very quickly, earning a thankful look from a nerdy looking girl at the same table before she scribbles out a note.

"He's been harassing Izzy for months!" I hiss, defending my vicious thoughts. "Nothing good comes out of behavior like that!"

Emmett's arms wraps around my shoulders, one of which he massages soothingly. "If he tries to bother her with us around, we can easily set him straight Rose," he murmurs with a dark grin.

At ease now with all the reassurance that the Newton boy won't do to Izzy what happened to me, I settle down to listen to the other conversations going on in the cafeteria.

Edward POV

As I settle down at my window seat in the chemistry lab, the nerdy girl from Newton's table passes, dropping a folded note in the empty spot next to my book before sitting at the next table over. Curious, I unfold it and almost snort at it.

Thanks for getting Mike to shut up about Isabella during lunch. He's been asking where she's been since she wasn't in class with us this morning because he wants to try asking her out again. I hope she's alright, but if she's sick please tell her I hope she feels better soon and not to stress out over school.

Also, her dad's been kicked out of the apartment my dad got tired of seeing no payment for, so she and her mom need to watch out for the psycho. He said something about going to the hospital, which is why I ask if she's sick. I'm worried about her – did her dad hurt her and land her in the hospital?

Angela Weber

I send a nod to her with a small smile of thanks so that she understands that I'll pass along her message to Izzy tonight, before writing out my own.

Thank you for the worry, but Izzy is doing alright. She caught a stomach bug over the weekend and wasn't up to getting out of bed yet. I'll let her mom know about her dad, but he probably thought she had food poisoning and got landed in the hospital or something. She should be back tomorrow. Thank you for the warning about her dad by the way; Dad never liked the guy when we were neighbors back in Alaska and now I think I know why.

Edward Cullen

I flick the note to her when the teacher is just strolling into the lab, so I open my binder to a fresh page to begin taking notes on a lecture I won't need to use, but only for Izzy's sake do I even bother.

Izzy POV

I sip slowly at the orange juice as I sit at the table while Esme cooks again, reading my chemistry textbook and writing notes where they're needed, and adding to the glossary in the binder as needed before returning to the reading once more.

"Izzy, are you feeling up to eating something more?" she asks, something sizzling on the skillet.

Whatever it is, the smell already makes my mouth water. "I think so," I offer, straightening to see she's making French toast.

Jasper drapes a blanket over my shoulders, setting a firm hand on my shoulders to keep me from getting up as I'm tempted to do. "Easy Izzy," he murmurs teasingly, relaxed and almost happy for the first time since we've met. "Finish the chapter, you have enough time before lunch is ready."

I nod just as the doorbell rings, almost echoing in the large house, and watch as Jasper's good mood evaporates while Esme frowns in annoyance. "What is it?" I ask, putting down my pencil to pull the blanket more closely around myself as I shiver ever so slightly.

A warm mug of water appears next to my book as Esme runs over to us. "Jasper, I'll speak with the wolves, you stay with Izzy."

"Wolves?" I ask softly, frowning as she vanishes down the stairs.

"Werewolves, but not quite like the ones in the fairytales. They're more like shapeshifters if you want a literary reference," he answers. "They shift into their wolf forms at will, and only start doing so when there's a vampire threat to their home."

"Oh," I murmur, sipping at the hot water and sighing at the relief the hot water brings to my aching throat, warming my body. "Would I happen to know any of them?"

He settles into the chair next to me as the front door closes, which I can only tell because I was listening for it. "They are the Quileutes, on the Reservation nearby. We aren't allowed to hunt on their territory due to the treaty Carlisle made before Alice and I met them, but they can't harm us unless we harm a human first."

I blink at the new information in shock as Esme leads a huge man into the kitchen, followed by a smaller guy my age with long hair and a man in a wheelchair. "Um… should I go to Edward's room to let you guys talk in private?" I offer tentatively, knowing that if I go upstairs I might pass out for the rest of the day.

"No dear, its fine," Esme assures me, giving a stern glare to the huge man who takes a seat across from me, the oldest man wheeling to sit at the head of the table and the one my age across from Jasper. "It concerns you too, but you might want to put your homework away for now."

"Is it about the treaty?" I ask as Jasper slits around me quickly, packing away my things before I can even attempt to do so myself.

Esme nods a little, plating the food and turning off the stove, carrying over the kettle to refill my mug with hot water. "Partially, but its mostly because of you and your circumstances." I get instantly that she means both my relationship with Edward and my health, which has only been getting worse since we moved to Forks. "Sam Uley, Billy Black, and Jacob Black; this is Rosalie's several times over niece Isabella Hale, Charlie Swan's niece and Edward's mate. Billy is the representative the Elders of the tribe sent to meet with us today."

I nod politely before sipping from my mug quickly, able to suppress what would have been a very painful coughing fit. "It's nice to meet you," I offer softly, palming a napkin and pressing it to my mouth just in case.

"She knows?" Sam asks rudely, though I ignore it and cut into the French toast.

"Yes, she does," Jasper answers coldly. "We have a need to ask for an exception to be made in the treaty."

"You want to turn a human under our surveillance?" Billy asks calmly. "Why?"

Jasper looks to me as I put down the fork after just a couple bites. "Izzy?" he asks softly, no doubt feeling my discomfort.

I shake my head slowly, closing my eyes and lifting my left sleeve to reveal the needles taped along my veins. "According to the doctors, nothing we do is going to save my life at this point, and they recommend I file charges against my father for contributing to my death by ignoring an obvious health issue for so long that a curable condition became terminal. I've got about a year if I keep going through treatment, but if I stop I won't live to see Christmas according to Alice." I look up at Sam, who stares at me with a frown. "Carlisle only turns people who deserve the chance to keep living, and Edward doesn't deserve to lose someone he's waited almost a century to meet. I don't want to leave my mom alone, and I know what I'm asking for."

"You're asking to damn your soul and become a blood-sucker," Jacob grumbles, glaring at me.

"I could never truly harm another person, even unintentionally," I counter right back. "Esme and Rosalie have never consumed human blood, meaning I can too. If Alice sees something, she can warn us and I can be stopped before hurting someone."

Billy looks at Jasper after a few minutes in which I eat a little more of my meal. "The circumstances being what they are, as long as she has the chance to continue life as a human for as long as possible, I can see no reason why the Elders would deny your request. It is not permission, but rather my promise that it will be discussed further with this new information. Sam?"

The giant of a man meets my eyes when I look up at him. "As much as I dislike vampires, I would never deny anyone the right to a life with their soulmate. I will have to see you with him before I speak for you."

"Thank you," I whisper softly, relieved that someone who has to be the Alpha is even considering this, even against his own nature.