A/N: I don't really have anything to say, so, yeah. Enjoy. R&Rs are appreciated, as always. And since there always seems to be some confusion with my stories (people actually subscribe to my oneshots), this isn't a oneshot, but will go on for maybe two or three chapters.
It was a peaceful evening.
Rosalie and Emmett were having a contest to see who could balance a pencil on their finger the longest (they'd been at it for over three hours now), Alice and Jasper were lounging on the stairs, Carlisle was reading on the couch, and Esme stood gazing out of a window. Edward, Jacob and Renesmee had gone out to hunt.
I was in an armchair, musing over how my life had become intertwined with so many others. Before, I'd only had Charlie and Renee. My move to Forks had set so many events in motion. I now had Edward, Jacob, Renesmee, Alice, Emmett, Jasper, Rosalie, Carlisle and Esme as my family; not to mention my human friends, Angela, Ben, Mike and Jessica; plus the vampires that had come to Forks in order to convince the Volturi Renesmee was not an immortal child: Zafrina, whom Renesmee loved so much, Eleazar, Carmen, Kate, and Tanya from the Denali coven, Benjamin and Tia, Garrett (whom, last I'd heard, was thinking of joining our Alaskan cousins to be with Kate), Peter and Charlotte. I was racking my brians for even more loved ones when Jasper walked over.
"Bella," he began, as I sat up, wondering what this was about. "You remember J. Jenks, don't you?"
"Of course," I replied, still unsure as to where this conversation was going. "Why?"
"I had some documents made for you," Jasper explained. "You know, with different birth dates and the like?"
"Ah," I said, comprehending. Vampires with eternal lives needed to be careful, especially when living so close to humans.
"The thing is," he continued. "I'm supposed to go pick your papers up tomorrow, but as you can see," Jasper gestured to his almost black eyes, "I need to go hunt soon. Could you go out and get them?"
"I'd be happy to." I recalled memories of the balding Jenks, who looked to be around fifty-five, last I'd seen him, and who seemed to be terrified at the mere mention of Jasper's name.
"He's quite scared of you, isn't he?" I asked.
Jasper smiled his chilling smile. "I do tend to instill fear in most humans," he replied. "Anyways, you'll be meeting him at The Pacifico, that seafood place on Union Lake."
I remembered the sophisticated seafood restaurant I'd been at once, last year, with the very same forger, and worried that he might be creeped out by my refusing food twice in his company.
"Don't worry," Jasper reassured, seeing my expression. "He's used to us not eating."