Chapter 1

She guessed it was all the hunting trips that led to this point.

She wasn't a vampire, so therefore knew that there were things she couldn't do. Places she couldn't go; things that she would never be allowed to see; that she never wanted to see.

Bella felt the laughter finally explode from her as she witnessed Jasper giving Emmett a wedgey. There were some things that she just couldn't fathom on vampire society and that was a big form of Emmett screaming as Jasper pulled on his pants.

"I give dammit it, I give," Emmett yelled into the heavens.

Jasper chuckled, "I don't think I heard that."

He turned to Bella with his honey filled gaze, "Bella, I think you otta' take a picture of this darlin'; I want some proof."

Bella giggled, she had never seen the blond vampire look so carefree in his life. She laughed, pulling out some fancy touch screen phone that Edward had brought her. Turning on the film, she laughed even more as she saw Emmett giving her the dirtiest look.

"Bella, how can you do this to me?" Emmett yelled, feigning hurt.

Bella laughed even more and held up the camera at Jasper's seemingly signature smirk.

"Alright Jasper, quit tormenting your brother. And Bella, go see Carlisle he has something to give you." She smiled the way she always sweetly did. There was truly no one like Esme, someone who never said anything bad about anybody.

Bella laughed one last time, shutting off the camera. Emmett walked up ruffling her hair and then to her surprise he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, running toward the house. She let out a little scream, pounding on his back to put her down. She could see Esme following behind and Jasper walking next to her and laughing at Bella suspended figure. They had just started to know each other, Edward had begun to allow her a little more freedom in their world ever since they had come back from Voltera, and for that she was grateful.

She could now spend time alone with the members of her family without Edward's supervision and she liked Jasper. His soft quiet demeanor was not at all what he was; she found that Alice often out shied her mate's personality with her own. And she found that Jasper and herself had more in common then she thought; both even sharing the same taste in music, books and love of history. During her time spent with him she had found that he had better control when away from his family, he told her that their thirst, mixed with his own, only fueled his desire for her blood.

"Em, put her down sweet heart," Esme laughed. She knew Emmett had pouted even if she couldn't see him; the big lug would never disobey Esme. Bella felt her feet hit solid ground; she had always had a little problem with people picking her up; especially without her consent.

She smiled at Esme and Emmett ruffled her hair some more, Jasper seemed to have already left the room; probably to go find Alice. Bella made her way over to the stairs, going up each one though lacking that sophisticated grace of a vampire and even she could hear the tiny creaks in the floor. This was another bad thing about living with vampires; they always made her feel awkward. She felt like a bumbling noisy idiot in a house full of creatures that could here you fall, and worse hear you pee.

She knew Carlisle's study was at the end of the hall and to the left. It was past the various paintings of his day in the Volturi and English life. She loved history, the history of the paintings fascinated her, and it was like seeing your favorite painting from a history book in real life. She longed for something that was so eternal and beyond you that you could only look at it. Maybe she was just a sucker for poetry, for paintings that looked as though they were painted with more purpose then the flowers that looked like vaginas now a day.

She knocked on the vast oak door; for some reason feeling so small standing beside it. Carlisle Cullen was the epitome of sophistication. He was basically the most perfect vampire that ever lived. He had never once drunk human blood before, and relished ending all life. Yet he was a father, she thought of him as such; yet he sparked a certain amount of authority that made her feel inferior. You love and respected your minister, yet you wouldn't expect them to chill and have a drink with you. Carlisle Cullen seemed to Bella, untouchable.

"Bella, please come in," Carlisle called. He was hunched over his desk looking over a stack of papers.

"Hey Carlisle, what's up?" she asked, sitting in the chair across from him and he dropped his papers and smiled at her.

"Bella, we're family right?" He asked. This question caught Bella by surprise. What did he mean by this? Were they going again?

"Of course Carlisle," she stated suspiciously. Ever since Charlie had gotten sick and had to be admitted into the hospital she had been spending her nights with the Cullen's.

"That's why I thought I'd give you this," Carlisle smiled. He reached into the drawer of his desk and took out a small black box. Holding it toward Bella she took it and looked inside, her breath hitching. "Before I know it you and Edward will be hitched soon and you'll be part of the family, and everyone in the family has one so…"

Bella marveled at the gleaming onyx ring in the box. The large front oval was decorated in the majestic lion and clovers of the Cullen crest all on top of a little 'B' in cursive lettering at the bottom.

"With all you've been going through Bella we just wanted you to know you had a family." Carlisle smiled. If she hadn't controlled it, Bella felt as though she would burst into tears.

Suddenly his ears perked up and he slowly looked down as though he had come to a conclusion. "Even if it happens like last time, just know that we'll always be there."

She wanted to ask what he meant by that. Were they leaving? No, that couldn't be it. Bella took the ring out the box and put it on her middle finger. At least if they did it wouldn't be as though they never existed. She started to walk toward the living room to see if Emmett and Jasper were still playing and stopped when she heard something.

Whispered hushed voices could be heard and put her ear to the door she realized was Alice and Jaspers. "You can't tell her, or Jasper."

She had heard enough of Alice's voice to know it was her. She could barely hear what they were saying; they were probably trying to hide it from the vampires down stairs. Was Alice cheating on Jasper? Then she heard the second voice, obviously in rage because his tone got higher.

"…I don't love her…you" she recognized the voice, the honey slick tones. Suddenly she felt her heart speed up, pounding into her chest.

"I can't see her Edward, I have no idea who she will go to, who she will tell," Alice hissed. "We could lose our family."

She felt involuntary panic pore from her. Edward was cheating on her….with Alice her supposed best friend and sister. She didn't know if she could take that. No, she couldn't take that.

So she ran, down the stairs praying that her clumsy feet wouldn't betray her. What was she supposed to do?

As she ran she heard her name being called from the house, but didn't turn, she couldn't bear to. Once she had gotten to her car she was forced to look back as she drove away only to see every Cullen staring after her; none of them knowing that this was good bye.

Hoped you like it, it will get better in later chapters and I wanted to do sort of a twist on the common cheating spouse stories. So I hope you like it.

Eternal Love~ Cassiel Night