Ok, this is an experiment. Once I thought: what if Carlisle's change was not an accident? What if the vampire that changed him knew him? What if it was family? And that's the story that came into my mind. I promise that the story will answer all – or most of all – your questions (and if it can't, I will, you have only to ask).

English is not my motherlanguage, so, maybe, I made some mistake. Don't fear to point them out: I'll be grateful.

1.

Laguna POV

As usual, it was raining.

Typical… I thought. Lucky me, I was almost there. I was wondering how they were going to react to my visit, especially after all that time. If they only knew why I'm here now…

I was sure I couldn't take them by surprise. Not with Alice.

I reached the door, drew a deep and useless breath and lift a hand to knock, when the door was opened.

I would have recognized my old friend – well, in comparison to me, he will always be a child – among a crowd. His smile, open and sincere, and the presence of the whole family, made me thought that Alice had already seen everything.

"We were waiting for you, Magdalena." Esme smiled, behind him. I sighed and smiled back at her.

"Please, Esme… I don't use that name from… well, I don't even remember how long! Please!" I begged, and everyone smiled while I entered in the house. Nobody had left the family, there was even a new member. A girl. Edward was eyeing me and holding her. I realized immediately why: she was human, and I was thirsty. I stopped breathing, unwillingly to cause any problems. I've gained perfect control over the years, but better not to test my limits. Edward and the girl relaxed. I meant no harm, why were they afraid? Only then, I noticed the scar on her hand: she didn't met only the good ones.

I was absolutely thirsty.

"So… Why are you here? Tired of London? A wonderful change…" Emmett asked.

"I'll never be tired of my city…" my smiled faded, like I'd swallowed it. "… until that grave will be there. You know it." I said, sharply. The others gave Emmett a hard look. "It's nothing." I shook my head, sending a life of memories away. Everyone seemed quiet, except the girl, that eyed me curiously.

I was used to that sort of looks. I lived with those since I was alive. From the couch were she was sitting, right in front of me, she could see, in spite of my hair, the scar on the right half of my face, that started on my forehead and ended on my cheekbone. Till now, everybody had look mostly the scar, but she seemed not to notice it.

"Oh! We didn't introduce you!" Esme said, noticing the looks between me and the girl.

"Magd… ehm… Laguna, this is Bella, Edward's girlfriend. Bella, this is Laguna, an old friend of this family." She said, and I stood up to shake hands with a smile. Bella answered to both, and then I sat back on my couch.

"I'd like to underline the 'old'. " Edward tried to tease me. It was an old game between us.

"Behave, kid. I may be old, but I'm not rusty." I said.

"Well… for being a 600-year-old, you look good."he said, and I saw Bella staring at me in shock.

"600?" she asked.

"I was born in 1386. Well, not yesterday, but…" I shrugged. Were the years really so many? I touched the ring on my finger: yes, they were so many. So damned many.

Nobody cared about my gesture. Well, everybody did, but they knew what it meant. As usual, I was thinking about him. They never asked me question about him. I hope that neither Bella would. Luckily, she didn't ask. Smart girl, I thought.

"Seriously, why are you here? It has been a long time…" Rosalie reproached me.

"Well, little girl, when was the last time that you came to visit me? Uhm… your last wedding? Am I wrong?" I crossed my arms, grinning. Rosalie lowered her eyes and the others burst into laughter. "The reproach was for everybody. I thought you'd forgotten the poor old aunt!" I said, laughing.

I crossed Bella's eyes. Poor girl! She was confused. But it would have lasted short. Edward would have soon tell her everything about me, right?

Bella POV

The more I looked at her, the less I understood. She stood there, on the couch, talking, laughing… but who was her? Edward and Alice had informed me about her arrival, telling me that an old family friend was coming to visit, but nothing more. I knew nothing about her, except that, now, she was thirsty. The scar that I could see on her face… her changing in mood, as she thought about something, and her way of playing with her ring, as to have comfort by it… something was wrong. As soon as possible, I would have asked Edward to tell me something about her, above all about her last sentence: I'd thought you'd forgotten the poor old aunt!

Edward POV

It was a long time, maybe years, that we didn't see Laguna. No phone calls, no letters, even if we had told her every new address. I'd came to fear that something had happened to her. That she had decided to die. Of course, she missed him terribly, even though he had died long time ago. Time hadn't cured that pain. I wondered if, at her place, I could have lived six hundred years after Bella's death. I realized that it was impossible. Even though I knew her from forever, I couldn't help but to wonder how she could have survived. I would have never doubted her feelings for him, but I couldn't understand.

What mattered, now, was that she was with us.