Full Summary: We didn't learn much about Edward's mother, but Carlisle's little speech New Moon made me curious. What if she was changed, not be Carlisle, but by someone else? What if she went looking for her son, but found Bella instead?

Author's Note: Okay, so I know I've been away for a while, but I was looking through all of the reviews for Unfortunate Twist and I came across one that asked me to write the whole thing from Elizabeth's POV. The idea was tempting, and I hadn't written in such a long time, so I immediately got to work. I really hope you like it!

P.S. - The chapters won't be exactly aligned, mostly because there were some parts in Unfortunate Twist That Elizabeth wasn't in, and some parts in this one that wasn't in the first one. Thanks for understanding :)

Elizabeth's POV:

This was it. After decades of fruitless searching all over the world, I finally had a lead, and a good one, at that! I was finally going to find my son.

I smiled around at the small town that lay in front of me. I had cut through the woods, looking for a main road, and followed it to a row of secluded houses surrounded by forest. The disappointment I felt at not finding a trail to follow was masked by determination to find my Edward.

I carefully inspected the front of each and every house on the block, looking for a clue of some sort. The memory of our home in Chicago brought a sad smile to my lips as I looked a small blue home at the end of the road. It looked similar to my dear friend Rachel's house; though hers had been torn down to make room for a shopping mall a couple of years back.

I was on the porch in an instant, for no one was around. The doorbell looked old and I doubted it would work so I knocked instead. The girl that opened the door was not at all what I had been expecting, but could probably help, nonetheless. The young always seemed to have a knowledge of the different people in town, especially in small towns such as these.

The girl froze when she saw me. Not a rare reaction to the sight of someone like me: inhumanly beautiful, strange eyes, and unbelievable grace. Most people failed to notice the eyes, as their initial instinct is to flee, but this girl's eyes jumped right to mine. And then she fell over, gasping.

I guessed it was an asthma attack, or allergies, when she stood up again. "Are you alright? Can I help you?" I thought it ironic that, only moments ago, I had wanted her help.

She closed her eyes in a very shaky voice that did not at all with what she said next. "I'm fine." The girl was not a good liar. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

I did not want to force my problems on her, as she was obviously was having problems of her own, but my hesitation was quick, and I soon realized that five minutes of her time could not kill her. Besides, I had lived without my son for far too long, and I had no trouble assuming that this girl didn't know what it felt like to lose someone close. It was rare that anyone her age did these days.

"I'm looking for Carlisle Cullen. He's an old friend, and I haven't been in touch with him for a while. I was told to come here, to Forks, and this house looked like a good place to start." I guess that was honest enough…

She grimaced, saying, "He's not here." I frowned. So she knew him.

"Do you know where he is?"

She told me she didn't and inquired who I was. I wasn't sure if I should tell her my real name, for fear that she would create unnecessary questions about me, but then if she knew Carlisle, and she told him I was here, he would recognized my name.

My deliberations lasted only a second before I said, "My name is Elizabeth Mason. I'm an old family friend of Carlisle's."

Her response confused me. "I'm sorry; I seem to have heard you wrong. What did you say your name was?" Did she have hearing problems?

I answered slowly and clearly, but it came out as a question. "Elizabeth Mason?" Maybe I shouldn't have given her my real name…

Before she could say anything else –I wasn't even sure if she had heard me this time –the phone rang. She ran to answer it, and I followed her. She talked to someone, the voice sounded like a young man –before hanging the phone up and sighing. She stood like that for a few minutes.

"Um, excuse me?" I didn't mea to be rude, but I was so close to finding him.

She jumped as if forgetting I was even here. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is there anything else you need?" I took the not-so-subtle hint to leave, but I didn't listen to it.

"Carlisle Cullen?" I asked again, trying not to sound impatient.

"I don't know where he went. I'm sorry, but I have no idea where they are." She sounded pained as she said this, mimicking how I was feeling. Wait, though, had she said 'they'?

"They?"

"Um, his family." she answered, as if surprised that I didn't know about them. but our kind couldn't have children. She confirmed that they were adopted children, using the word 'obviously'. What did that mean? Did she know about us? But sh wasn't finished talking. "And I did know them. They left, and won't be back for another couple hundred years. If they come back at all. I don't know where they went, and I think that's a good thing." She sounded as if she was trying herself of the last part, nodding to herself for confirmation.

Well, even if I had to start looking for him all over again, at least she could tell me if Edward was, in fact, even with Carlisle. "Did he have a son named–"

She interrupted me with, "Yes, but again, I don't know where you will find them. I understand you want to find your son, but I don't know what to tell you."

She wanted me to leave, but she knew Edward! And, somehow, she knew I was his mother… maybe he had talked about me. I was again filled with love for my son, and I missed all over again.

She asked me to leave but I couldn't yet! "Could you maybe tell me about him? just so I know what to expect when I find him…" I really wanted to know if he was anything like he was almost a century earlier.

"Well, he, um, likes m-music, and wants to be a doctor." I almost collapsed. That was my boy.

The girl, whose name I didn't even know but who had given me so much looked pained, and I knew it was my time to leave.

"Thank you. I really appreciate it." I started to turn but suddenly thought of something. This girl had graciously let me interrupt whatever was going wrong in her life. She had helped as much as she possibly could, even though it obviously had caused her pain. She was selfless, and very loving. "You are exactly the kind of girl I would've wanted for my Edward. I'm sure he would have agreed with me."

It was the truth. She was exactly the kind of girl Edward would have liked.

A/N: Thanks for reading, and I really hope yo liked it! The next few chapters are written, and will be posted upon demand. Please review, I need to know if anybody actually want me to continue.