"What are you talking about? Quit touching me!"

Lauren Fishers hit her husband of 136 years and looked back over the bush, staring at the perfect home in Alaska. The Cullen family was milling around their home, talking and laughing at whatever someone said. Toby Fishers was hiding behind his wife, hoping that no one could hear or see them, even if they were a good 50 yards away.

"They might hear us. Why don't we just go up and talk to them. This whole 'hiding in a bush and snooping' thing is outdated."

"No, we aren't going up there. They might try to hurt us or something. After the whole fight with the Volturi, I'm not sure they would trust too many- What the hell are you doing? Come back here!"

Toby stood up and was running toward the house, Lauren hot on his heels. She caught him just as he was about to step on the porch and they tumbled around in the front yard, wrestling roughly. Suddenly, they heard someone clear their throat and they stilled instantly, Lauren's foot at Toby's throat and Toby holding onto Lauren's arms.

"May I ask who you are and what you're doing in our yard?"

The two of them stood and wiped themselves off, quickly composing themselves and stepping closer together, Lauren speaking first.

"My name in Lauren Fishers and this is my husband, Toby Fishers. We come to you in need of a coven. Since we revolted against the Volturi, we haven't found a coven that will accept us. We're coming to you out of desperation. We are in control of everything. We haven't had human blood since…"

"1926. Right around the time Bessie Coleman died. She was a close personal friend of mine."

"How long have you been vampires?" Carlisle took a step forward, resting a hand on Edward's shoulder.

"Since 1872. We were both in the wrong place at the wrong time in Greece."

Carlisle looked at Edward and Edward turned his head to his father, the two of them having a private moment.

Are they telling the truth Edward?

Edward looked at Carlisle and nodded his head, smiling for a split second, aware that everyone caught it. Carlisle dropped his hand from Edward's shoulder and took another step forward, reaching out his right hand. Toby and Lauren took a small step forward and shook hands with him before they took a step back, Lauren grabbing her husband's arm and hugging it close to her.

"Come and sit down if you wish. We want to ask you some more questions."

Edward put a protective hand on his wife's head and pulled her close, kissing her lightly on the forehead before walking into the house first, followed by Emmett and Rose, Jasper and Alice, and then Carlisle and Esme. Lauren went first, holding in to Toby's hand tightly as she followed them into the living room.

"Please, sit." Esme smiled at Lauren, gesturing at the couch across the room. They both sat down, Lauren letting go of Toby's arm just long enough to make herself comfortable. They both stared at one another for a moment, having a private conversation of their own.

Should we tell them we can read minds? It might come in handy sometime. Maybe they'll gain out trust. I mean, I can tell that that Edward fellow can read minds. I did read his. I could read everyone's mind except for the woman Edward kissed outside. I don't know why though. Could you read her mind?

Lauren shook her head quickly so that no one could see and looked at everyone who was looking at them too.

"You know I can read minds, huh? I've never met anyone who could." Edward took a seat next to Esme, followed by Bella. Carlisle chose to stand next to Esme on the other side while Rose, Alice, Jasper, and Emmett stood behind everyone else, looking between their brother, sister and parents.

Toby and Lauren nodded their heads once and looked at each other, blinking slowly.

"My wife and I can both read minds, yes. So can you, and so can your wife." Edward put a hand on Bella's knee, squeezing lightly.

"How do you know she can read minds?" Edward sounded defensive as he looked at Toby carefully.

"I can see the love you have for her, and I heard your thoughts just now when you heard us."

Edward scowled slightly, quickly straightening his feathers.

They don't trust us.