A/N: Any and all things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer

Episode 1 - Unexpected Gift

"What am I going to do with this junk?" – I said, getting out of the car and looking at the old house in front of me. It was big, no doubt, but it was old and abandoned. The house was practically falling apart. The windows were all broken; the grass around the house was about one foot tall. The front door was also broken and there were plants growing on the walls.

There must be animals living here no doubt

"Don't be so ungrateful" – Jasper said, getting out of the car himself. "The old man had no one and was obviously very found of you. This was his only property" – he completed.

The old man was Mr. Klunks. My former piano teacher. He died two weeks ago leaving no family behind. He had only two possessions, his piano, which he donated to an orphanage, and this old house, which he left it to me.

I don't know why he did this. I haven't seen the guy in almost thirteen years, but whatever. In the will he said I was his most talented student. No doubt I must have made an impact on the old chump.

"It must be worth something. The house is useless of course, but it is sitting on a wide piece of land here" – Jasper was always seeing the best out of every situation

"Yeah. I guess you're right. How many acres do you think we have here?" – I said, looking around.

"I don't know. It kind of a long drive from the gate, there."

"You know, I think you are right. If I tear down the house, I could get decent money from this" – I guess the situation wasn't so bad after all. I started walking to the house.

"That's a little cold Edward" – Jasper complained, stopping me. God, must he always complain?

"What" – I turned around to face him

"This is the only thing he had and he left it to you. And here you are, only thinking about the money. What about the guy's feelings about this place. If he didn't sell it it's because it meant something to him"

"What do you want me do?" – I said. "You're talking about the old man's feelings. I haven't seen him in thirteen years Jasper. I don't know his feelings. Hell, I didn't even know what he looked like. It took me an hour to realize I was in the wrong funeral" – It was true. One of my lowest moments.

I walked fast through the ground of the cemetery. I have a suspicion I'm already late. Still, it's not so bad. It's not like the guy is going anywhere… God, I'm a sick, sick man. The little chapel was full and so I decide to stand in the back and not draw much attention to me. The priest is talking about the dead man. It is all very generic: he was a good man, many loved him and he is in a better place now. Even so, 20 minutes later, I am still standing in the back of the chapel, feeling hot as hell, as the priest kept talking to no end. Finally, he said: "We all loved Peter Boltman and wish him to rest in piece". Wait. Mrs. Boltman? My dead guy's name is William Klunks.

Oh, Crap! – of course I don't realized I said that out loud right in the moment everybody was quiet saying a prayer for the dead guy and now everyone is looking at me with an angry expression. I apologized and run out.

Mr. Klunks funeral was on the other side of the cemetery and by the time I got there, it was already over.

"You could at least take a moment here and pray for his soul" – Jasper said, bringing me back from my inner flashback.

"Fine" – that's was no use in arguing with Jasper. If I didn't do it now he would just bitch about it for the rest of the day.

So I dropped on my knees in front of the door and closed my eyes, saying a prayer to Mr. Klunks soul. I hoped he was in a better place because he certainly deserved.

I got up on my feet and turned to see Jasper again. He was praying as well. His eyes were closed. After a minute, he opened his eyes and smiled.

"Can we go in now?"

He nodded and followed me inside. If the outside was bad, the inside was worst. It was dusty, and I'm talking about layers and layers of dust. And that wasn't the worse of it. The furniture was decomposing and it smelled bad. No doubt there were animals living in there. An old couch couldn't smell so bad. The stairs leading to the second floor was falling apart. Only one step was not broken and I'm sure it would break if a butterfly landed on it.

"I think tearing it down is good" – Jasper said.

"Yeah" – I agreed. Remodeling this place would take a lot of work.

"I think that he left food in the fridge" – Jasper said, going to the kitchen, while I walked to the dining room.

"Man, you must be really hungry to be thinking about food with a smell like that"

"I'm not hungry" – he said. "I'm not Emmet!"

I laughed. If my brother Emmet was here, he would certainly be thinking about food. My laughter was cut short by the sound of someone running upstairs. I rushed back to the front of the stairs. Jasper was already there, looking around.

"Did you hear that?" – I asked

"What? I didn't hear anything" – he looked at me like I was crazy.

"I heard something upstairs. Someone's here"

"Probably just a rabbit. There must be animals living in here, you know"

Yeah, I know

"It wasn't a rabbit, OK? It was way too heavy to be a rabbit"

"Then it was a bigger animal, and in that case I don't want to be here when it comes downstairs looking for food, alright? Let's just go" – he said, walking to the door

"How much of a pussy are you?" – It was unbelievable.

"I'm not a pussy, alright, Edward?" – he said, angry, turning back at me

"What animal did you think it was?" – I changed the subject. Jasper was a sensible guy and everything, but you don't want to get on his bad side. He definitely not a pussy when he was angry.

"Maybe a fox. You know, those wild ones" – he answered, moving to the door once again. "Don't you dare go upstairs, those steps will not hold you" – he completed, finally exiting the house

"Are you calling me fat?" – I joked, following him, but stopped when I heard steps again, this time followed by a cry.

I called for Jasper. There was someone here. I wild fox wouldn't cry like that.

"Are we're going or what?" – he said, going back inside

"There is someone here" – I whisper

"You are crazy" – he whispered back. "No one could live here Edward, look around. This place is abandoned." – He was talking on his normal voice now.

I signed him to shut up and listen and as I did so, we heard a door closing softly upstairs.

"Who's crazy now?" – I whispered.

I wanted to know who was there. Was someone living at this house? I wasn't possible. How can someone live in a place like this? I started to think it really was a rabid or a fox, but now, I had to be sure. I put on foot on the first step. Jasper stopped me.

"Are you crazy? These won't hold you" – he said pointing at the floor. "You're too heavy"

"There you are calling me fat again. That's gotta stop" – I joked, putting the other foot in. I held my weight just fine.

"See. It's fine" – I said, as a slowly started to climb up the stairs. Jasper followed me in silence. It took us close to ten minutes to do so. We were being very careful and testing the steps slowly, but we did.

The upstairs was just like the first floor. Dust everywhere, decomposing wood and the plants growing on the exterior walls were making its way inside, through the broken windows. I counted four bedrooms. There was only one door closed. I checked the other rooms first and found nothing, then head towards the closed door. Jasper followed.

I slowly opened the door and looked around. The room was empty, just like the others. Jasper poked me in the arm, getting my attention. When I turned he was pointing at something in the floor.

I looked at where he was pointed and sure enough, there it was. A rabbit. And not just one. A family. There were six or seven and they were big. I didn't even know rabbits could get this big.

"See. I told you were crazy" – Jasper said, leaving the room

Well I guess I was. I stared at the rabbits, who were starring back at me. I must tell the wrecking company to check the house before tearing it down. I don't want these or any other poor animals dying on the process.

I turned my back to the room and headed to the door but stopped cold when I heard it. A sob. I wasn't the rabbits. Rabbits don't cry. Do they? I slowly turned around and saw… nothing. The room was empty.

I walked further within the room, but there was nothing there. Just a bed, two nightstands, one on each side of the bed, an armchair, positioned by the bed and a closet.

My God, Edward, your stupid ass, check the closet!

I walked to the closet and moved my hand to the doorknob, but stopped. Did I want to know what was in there? Did I have another choice now? Whatever it was it was crying. Maybe I could help.

"Edward, come one, let's go! I wanna go back to London before it gets dark" – Jasper shouted from downstairs.

This would be quick. Just open the door and get it over with.

So I did. In one swing motion I opened the door to the closet and lost all the air in my lungs. The creature staring at me with big brown eyes was definitely not a rabbit!