This is a story about Edwards's daughter. About how she grows up, and why she is Goth, and how they used to live with the Denali clan but now they live with the Cullen's. I'm thinking its going to be sad-happy: sappy, hehe. I write things that are deep, like the last line, that's how I see things, like she's sad, and she compares it to something real.

Anyways, her name is Alaska, and Alaska is my nickname that my bestest friend gave me, so I guess her character is sposed to be me in some ways.

Chapter One:

Deafening Silence…

"Daddy, I'm hungry," I whined. He smiled down at me and twirled me in a circle while lifting me up and onto the kitchen counter. I didn't giggle, I didn't laugh, I didn't even crack a smile, I just looked him straight in the eye until finally, he sighed. It was very rarely that he could make me smile. Even though I was only six years old, I can still figure out stuff, and I know that he missed her, who ever she was.

"Alaska, come on, baby. Can't you smile," he asked with a fake smile playing on his lips. I didn't say anything, I just looked at him for a little while longer, and after a few minutes, he got a really sad look on his face like he didn't know what to do with me. I didn't know what to do either. But after a couple more minutes of silence, he bowed his head down in front of me and started to cry, silent, and dry sobs.

I didn't know what else to do besides hold him. So I brought his head to my chest and played with his hair, trying to make him stop cry. As soon as I did this though, he sat up and carried me over to the fridge while taking out a bottle of cold blood. He handed it to me and I began to suck on it as he went into the living room and sat down with me on his lap.

He always told me that I "eat" like a bird. I always took very small bites or sips when ever I ate. So it always took me a while to finish a bottle, or a can of food that I can actually eat with out throwing it right back up.

We were quiet for the longest time. The ones who we called 'family' would pass us on their way to different parts of the house and smile sadly at me. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore, so I just spoke something simple. "I love you, daddy." He looked down at me and grinned, and this time I actually smiled. He picked me up by my sides and brought me closer to him so that he could kiss me on the forehead.

"I love you, too. I will always, always love you, and I will never stop, okay?" I nodded, and hugged him. Even though I was only 'becoming' a vampire, I still had the overwhelming senses that a vampire had. He always told me that I smelled just like she did. That I smelled like honey-suckle all the time, because she loved honey-suckle, and she used to be around it because her backyard had bushes of them. There was no actual way to describe what my father smelled like. I used to compare it to the smell of the stuff that my baby-sitter wore. But it somehow smelled different.

I grew up knowing that I had people who loved me. But somehow, it wasn't enough. I know that love is the most important thing in the world, and all that, but I knew that was all that they could give me. Except for my father and his sister, Alice. They aren't just family, they're my best friends. The only people that told me that everything was going to be alright.

My father never stopped talking about her. This woman he called Bella. She was my mother, he told me. The most beautiful woman in the world. And even though I never met her, I had this overwhelming feeling of loss, like I missed her, and that was basically what I mean by everything not being enough. Love just makes it hurt more, and pity makes me feel like I don't want to live this life, of being eternally beautiful when I'm young, of having the life that she wanted.

I see the way they look at me. As if I'm the reason why Edward Cullen won't dare to love again. It's true though, I am. I'm a constant reminder of the one person that he loved the most, and proof to that fact? Well, let's just say I'm the ultimate proof: She was human, my father is a vampire…you get the picture, hopefully.

When I was little, and I would cry a lot, my father would play me his piano. Clair De Lune, especially. But sometimes, he would play random things like songs from popular music groups, and things that he would remember that Bella liked. My father was not an unhappy 'person,' he actually smiled quite frequently. He always tells me that it was because of me that he didn't even consider once going to the Volturi. I would have been flattered…if it weren't for the fact that I didn't even know what a volturi was.

My whole life, I've lived in Alaska, kind of the whole point to my name. But my father told me several stories of when he lived in a town of Washington called Forks. Which was more than fifty-four years ago. And that was where we were going. Back to, apparently, my birthplace. Where the thing that is memory haunts me from every bone in my body, to my still beating heart.

Here is my poem:

Roses are red

Violets are blue

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About the whole heart thing. Yeah, she's a half vampire, because the venom didn't take over her heart. So its still beating, but her senses and other vampire weirdness stuff, she has those, but they are like really powerful….and stuff! I havn't comepletely figured it out.

-----------I am Alaska Daisy!!!!!