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We were headed back to Forks. The place where I last saw Bella. I hadn't seen her in over 77 years and of course never would again. I broke my heart to think like that. But I had to come to terms with reality.

"We're here!" Alice sung out. She was slightly excited to find out about Bella. Who or if she married, if she had children, what her job was and all that other whatnot.

I looked at the giant white house and sighed. It was the same as it used to be. I didn't know whether or not it was a comfort or a curse.

We all grabbed our boxes and carried them easily to the house.

Are you going to be okay Edward? Carlisle asked in his thoughts.

"Of course," I replied shortly but I wondered that myself.

Carlisle opened the door and we all walked in. It wasn't as bad as I thought.

What is that? Jasper thought.

I looked up to where he was looking. There sat a young girl who looked around 15. She was reading a book and took no notice to us. There was something off about her. Then I noticed. There was no heartbeat not a sound and something about her looked horribly ghostlike.

She looked up slowly. She stared at us for a minute. "Who are you?" she demanded. Her voice was hot like we were the ones trespassing.

"We could ask you the same question," Rosalie snapped.

"I live here. Go away! We have no room for vampires at the moment. Come back another day," she sat right back down and pretended we didn't exist.

Everyone's thoughts went wild.

How did she know?

What's going on?

Who is she?

This is just weird!

How?

What is wrong with her?

"What are you talking about?" Esme asked politely.

The girl looked at us like we were crazy. While keeping her eyes on us she shouted "Catherine there are some vampires here who won't go away! They don't seem to understand we have a hotel to run!"

A hotel??

A voice with a slight English accent that must have been Catherine shouted back "Can't help! Henri Thomas just attacked Edward. And Bella is out. Oh! Go get Master Lawrence!"

We all jumped. Hotel? Edward? Bella? What was going on here?

She saw our confused faces and started mumbling something that sounded a lot like "Stupid annoying educationless vampires".

She sighed rudely and said "I'm Harriet this is a hotel for ghosts and other dead things" she sounded bored. "How can I help you?"

"You can start with why you're here!" Rosalie snapped.

"Excuse me?" she demanded.

I concentrated on her thoughts: Who the hell do they think they are?

Carlisle jumped in. "There must be a misunderstanding. You see, this is in fact our house," he said from his mind I could tell he was hoping she would understand.

He was soon told the opposite of his hope. "I don't understand," she said flatly.

"Look this is our house! Get out!" Rosalie snapped.

Harriet simply rolled her eyes and got back to her book.

"Is there someone else we could talk to?" Jasper asked hopefully.

"Only if you want someone less understanding," said the voice that belonged to Catherine. She was wearing a dark blue dress that looked like the kind of thing you would wear in sixteenth century England. Her hair was the shade of auburn.

"Look the thing is," Carlisle began. "This house is in fact our house and-"

"Great," she cut him off. "Let's share it."

"You're not understanding us," Esme said. Trying to take a different approach.

At that moment a young boy who looked around 14-years-old entered the room. He had bronze hair like mine, and the most handsome brown eyes.

Who is he?

Is it just me, or does he look a lot like Edward?

What is going on here?

This is getting weirder by the second!

Ok just calm down there is going to be a logical explanation for all of this.

Those eyes remind me of-

"Bella! There are some vampires who won't go away!" Harriet shouted.

The boy simply walked over to my piano and started to play. He ignored all of us.

At that moment a scent of freesia assaulted my nose. It was so strong. It just had to be Bella. But it couldn't be Bella.

At that moment a beautiful ghostlike women with mahogany hair walked in. Everyone's minds read 'Bella'. But the boy at the piano thought 'Mom'.