Me: OMG! SORRY! I had this on my comp. for ages but I like to write ahead and tried to finish the chapter after it first before I realised how long its been since I updated! EEP!

Chapter 8- The first to join

"..How can you plan to leave the coven?" Alice pouted. Gemma gasped and looked around at her shocked family. Alice's mouth went into an 'O' shape. "They didn't know?" She asked. Gemma snarled viciously before sprinting out of the door.

"Gemma!" Walter yelled, running after her…

"It is your choice, Gemma." Carlisle said. "We do not hold people in our family against their will. You have every right to leave with Walter to start your own coven."

Gemma smiled. "Thank you. But we can't leave now anyway, there is no one to be our foster parent and we cannot be fostered for real."

"We will see what happens." Esme smiled. Alice grinned, and Edward chuckled at her vision.

"You'll find someone. I'm going to hide it from you though." Alice giggled. Gemma frowned.

"Only having known me for real for a day and you already know how to block out my gift, how unfair." Gemma pouted before laughing.

It had been a month since then, nothing had changed. Gemma and Walter were still in the group and the family was going about their business normally.

There had been an unusual amount of sunshine recently, as predicted by Alice, so they had all gone hunting a lot more often, Jasper still struggling as Alice had said. He almost hunted some campers the same week he arrived.

But now we head to a small cottage in the village…

…where a woman with beautiful long blonde hair and bright blue eyes was surrounded by squealing friends as she twirled in her dress.

"I can't believe you're getting married to the high school heartthrob Markus Jackson!" One girl squealed. The blonde woman smiled, she couldn't be older than twenty.

"Neither can I! Jenna Jackson… I can't wait!" She beamed, doing another twirl in the white dress. "Shoo, now, shoo! I have the last few touches I want to do myself."

"Aw, Jenna!" they said. Jenna smiled and shooed them again before turning to the mirror.

Jenna had been waiting for this day for months; she would be married to her love, and high school heartthrob, Markus Jackson within a matter of hours. The planning that had gone into this had cost her what little she had and some of Markus's money too, but she just knew it would be worth it. Her gut was on her side that day.

But then Jenna heard a knock on her door, frustrated that someone had come just as she was finishing putting her hair up she called back: "I'll be with you in a minute!" before returning to her task. Eventually she managed to get her hair in a bun made of plaits and walked to the door, her dress out behind her.

"Hello?" She said as she opened her front door, her eyes widened. "Markus! You're not supposed to see me before the wedding, it's bad luck!" Jenna exclaimed. The raven headed man smiled at her.

"I need to talk to you about something, Jen, something important. You can sacrifice one rule for that, can't you?" He said in his deep voice, his bright green eyes shining. Jenna felt her heart beat faster but nodded, opening the door fully. The man stepped in.

"So? What do you need to talk about?" Jenna asked. Markus lead her to the living room of the cottage where he sat her down. "Well?"
"It's over." He said simply, his smile dropping to a straight, tight line. Jenna's eyes widened to a new extreme and she could feel tears breaking through.

"What?" She choked out. Markus shrugged.

"Do I have to repeat it slowly for you, blondie? I-T. I-S. O-V-E-R." Markus said in a harsher voice than Jenna had ever heard him use before.

"W-why?" She stuttered out. Markus put a hand to his chin in fake thought.

"Hmmm… maybe because you are dumb, ugly, blonde and also very, very undeveloped." He added the last word whilst looking at her chest. Jenna looked instinctively, using the motion to hide her tears. "You're not for me."

"Why not think of this before you proposed?" She asked in a small voice.

"Because I wanted my fun. I wasn't going to get rid of you before-…" Markus started, Jenna stood up, her head snapping to look at his face.

"GET OUT!" She screamed, pushing him toward the door. "OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Markus turned and slapped her hard, pushing her against a wall.

"You don't chuck me out; it's the other way around." He snarled, kissing her forcefully before grabbing her by her hair and dragging her to the door, pulling a chunk of her blonde locks out of her scalp when he threw her into the roads surrounding her house. "Goodbye."

Jenna stood as she heard the door slam, tears stinging her eyes with the salt in them, dribbling down her face like little streams. Sobbing she ripped the trail of the dress off, pulled her hair roughly out of its plaits and ran into town. With what money she had on her, not much at that, she ran into a pharmacy.

"Can I have three packs of paracetemol, please?" she asked. The person at the till looked confused. "I need to be stocked up, I'm going on a long journey to another country, I don't trust the medicine over there." Jenna lied.

A while later she exited the pharmacy, running to the nearest public toilet and locking the door, opening all of the paracetemol packets and forcing each pill into her mouth.

"Emergency at the hospital. Some girl has had an overdose." Carlisle said as he hung up the phone. "Thank dear lord the sun has gone in."

"Overdose of what?" Esme asked.

"Paracetemol." Carlisle replied. "It's obviously suicide, but we should save her nonetheless. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Papa?" Gemma said as she came down, her French accent not having left her voice due to her being taught more French by Edward, and helping teach Walter. Carlisle nodded at her and walked out to his car. "A woman, a woman with an overdose of tablets in her system. What could have happened to the poor girl?"

"Anything could make someone do that, it depends on the person, dear." Esme said. Gemma nodded.

Alice then skipped in, giggling away to herself making Gemma glare at her.

"What?" Alice asked the girl.

"I am not in the mood for you to come in giggling to yourself." Gemma hissed.

"You are as bad as my Jasper when he feels sadness or hurt. He's always like that." Alice said. "Still love him though."

"I know all about you, Alice. I don't need a commentary." Gemma said. Alice held up her hands defensively and skipped off, still giggling.

"Is she annoying you again?" Edward asked. Gemma nodded. "Don't worry, she annoys me too."

"I heard that!" Alice's voice called back. Edward shook his head.

"Want me to put her to sleep?" Walter asked, appearing in a blur. Gemma shook her head.

"You never knew when she'll have a vision about our future, Walter." She replied. Walter frowned at the missed opportunity. "You'll get to use your gift on her one day, no doubt about it."

"Thank you! That is all the assurance I need." Walter smiled, kissing Gemma. Edward coughed.

"Oh leave the room, Mr. Bachelor." Gemma teasingly thought. Edward sighed and laughed, dashing off to find his newest brother soon after. Gemma heard Esme's thoughts leave soon after.

Carlisle sighed. Everyone had declared her dead, except him. He could hear the faint thrumming in her chest; he knew she had no life ahead of her though. That thrum would soon die out.

The girl had not only overdosed herself, she had also cut her hair, her dress and her skin repeatedly with something sharp, the smell of drying blood was strong.

Carlisle then knew what he had to do.

Closing the doors of the room, and the blinds, he headed back to her. But instead of the easy option, doing it himself, he grabbed the external phone and dialled the house's number.

"Papa?"

"Hello, Gemma. Look, I have a proposition for you that may help your plans."

"Papa, I thought I told you not to think about those plans, and that I need to have an adult vampire with Walter and I to be a foster parent and to wait until we move on."

"I have the one part sorted out for you."

"What are you saying?" Her voice sounded more intent now.

"Well, the woman who has died of the overdose is just about alive, dear, she is at least twenty."

"Are you saying…?" Carlisle could hear an understanding grunt in the background, knowing that it was Walter.

"Yes."

"Oh thank you Papa! I will come over right away."

It wasn't long before Gemma had arrived; she was in the room within seconds of entering the hospital.

"She is still alive… amazing!" Gemma gasped as she heard the beat of her heart faintly in her advanced ears.

"Yes, amazing." Carlisle agreed. "We don't have much time, my daughter; you need to do it as quickly as possible so we can get her back to the house."

"Oui." Gemma smiled. Carlisle chuckled lightly at her antics. Gemma's face then fell. "It was her wedding today, and the groom broke it off with her. He left her, kicked her from her own house and took advantage of her their whole engagement… remind you of anyone?" Carlisle then frowned.

"A very similar tale… maybe Rose will be able to empathize with her this time." He said. Gemma nodded, leaning in close to the neck of the girl, sinking her teeth into the soft flesh.

Jenna didn't understand it, she had wanted pain, wanted to die. Wanted to leave the world, but she never expected the pain of hell to be so hard to fight!

She felt a freezing touch on her back and at the back of her knees, like she were being carried. She shook that thought away, she wasn't wanted. No one would take her anywhere but hell.

"Is it working?" a melodic voice asked.

"Yes. The change is already occurring... I don't know how she can't scream." A soft voice replied. "Jenna, you can scream all you want. We are out of the hospital; you are safe and coming with us."

Jenna didn't know how this angelic voiced person knew her name, but she took what she said and used it, letting out an ear piercing scream.

"Dear god, she could wake the dead." The first voice, that Jenna could now hear a male edge to, said.

"She will be amazing, I can tell. Will you explain when we get back? I need to listen closely to you to know what to say to others if I change them." The female said.

"Yes, I will. You have an excuse to stay longer; we will help you for the first year of Jenna's life, so you don't have to go through the newborn phase with her."

"Thank you Papa."

Jenna then started to find it hard to concentrate, her hearing dulled and she felt herself fall into blackness. Pain overcoming her system.

"Such a sad tale." Esme said.

"It is, that boy was a cheater, he'd been dating others behind her back for most of their relationship." Gemma said. "I got it when I walked past him." She added when she saw some confused glances.

Jenna's screams echoed through the house from upstairs, it wasn't a pleasant sound, they were right; she could most definitely wake the dead, especially when they weren't asleep.

"Will she be alright?" Rosalie asked. As suspected, she seemed to take to Jenna a lot easier than she had Gemma due to her circumstances. Alice grinned.

"She sure will, she'll be great. More of a handful than Gemma was, though. Way more than a handful." Alice said.

"Looks like we'll be hanging around here for a bit longer, then. There isn't a chance in hell we'd be able to handle a newborn on our own." Walter said.

"Yay!" Alice cheered. "You'll be here for a year."

"I already hate those visions." Edward teased. Alice stuck her tongue out at him.

A shorter chapter, but to be honest I have a feeling a lot of you will get fed up with all the transformation stuff, right? If you haven't already then by the end of this story, you sure will be! There are at least four more changes after this! OMG! R&R!