AN: I wasn't originally intending to write this fic, so I've been kinda lazy with it and the chapters are not the same length. At all. Not even close, since I'm just going to call it a new chapter every time there's a page break.

Also, in case they don't wind up showing up because it's not convenient for me, The Organization is a group of vampires dedicated to wiping out any vampire that isn't them, and I'm going with the "they don't recognize the Cullens as vampires" theory for the reason why the Cullens have never heard of them. So, without further ado...

"This is the rainiest place in the continental U.S," Char told Shisui as the bus bumped over the ground. "Contary to that, though, most vampires avoid it like the plague, because of all of The Organization members that come here because they keep thinking that we'll show up in droves to escape the sun. What they don't realize is that it's more work to avoid being caught than it is to simply wait until nightfall."

"Then what are we doing here?" Shisui asked.

"A few months ago there were rumors that for some reason The Organization was pulling out of the area. We're going to see if that's true, and if not, we'll just head to Alaska. They have notoriously long winters."

"Won't The Organization be keeping a lot of people there, then?

"Nope, most vampires prefer something with a little more population density. Come up with an alias, yet?"

"I think I'll be Glenn Close," Shisui said.

"You don't really look like a Glenn..."

"I'm taking a page out of your book," Shisui dead panned.

Charoum smiled. "Oh, I get it. Getting Close. Very nice."

"What about you?"

"I am Lestat Coilnourt."

"Uh-huh," Shisui said, not buying the name as a good one.

"I think I could pull it off," he muttered.