Me: WELCOME BACK!!! HOW ARE YOU TONIGHT, EDWARD?

Edward: I am good, Jade, and here is Jasper with the weather.

Jasper: COLD!! SNOW!! COLD!!! BRR!!

Me: Thank you Jasper.

Edward: And now to continue to the sequel of BSA!

Me: -laughs-

Edward: What?

Me: That reminds me of Bull Shit America…

Edward: Hey that's not-

Me: Onward!

Disclaimer by a ghost: Hey! I am not…well…I suppose I am! Bella here! She does not own Twilight, but she owns this shit she calls fanfics! XP

Alexander's POV

My name is Alexander Michael Swan. I am ten years old, and I am a half-breed. Sometimes, I don't even believe that myself, but Marcus says it so it must be true. My memories are not good ones.

I saw my mother when I was born. Fair skinned, brown hair and eyes, much like myself. I never saw my father. Never knew him. One called Edward Cullen was like a father to me, and I treated him as such..

I remember being kidnapped at the age of one, by some evil vampires. One, whom I thought was my friend, but my mother and I were betrayed in the end by him.

I loved my mother and Edward Cullen, and I suppose they were real parents to me. Well, Isabella was. Bella, she liked to be called. I always thought it was suited due to the fact that Bella meant beautiful in Italian.

One of my last memories of my mother was watching her die in front of me. I remember the one named Aro, the one who lit the stake holding her to the ground, the one who burned her in front of me.

I had learned the laws. All half-breeds and their mothers must die, so why wasn't I there with her?

Marcus tells me it's because there are really no lycanthrope half-breeds, but sometimes I don't believe him.

Volterra, Italy, is my home now. It's where I have grown up these past nine years. Aro even had the nerve to show me my mother's ashes in a jar. I grew furious of course, but I couldn't let him know that. He treated me as a son I suppose, but if anything, Marcus was the closest to me.

I am open to the vast knowledge and collections that they have to offer in their luxurious home. I have found many books worth reading, but none worth wasting my time. Since I am a half-breed, I believe that I am smarter than the average ten-year-old. I am hoping to travel in a few days. Hoping to be able to find Forks, Washington, and my Grandpa Charlie.

Aro told me that the Cullen's explained to Grandpa that my mom died in a car accident. I was never found. If I go back to Forks, I want to explain to him exactly what happened. But mom wouldn't want that.

It would hurt her, even in the afterlife, to know that I was putting Grandpa at risk. She wouldn't want that and neither do I.

"Alex?" Someone asked.

I was pulled out of my reverie and looked up towards the voice. Marcus was standing there holding another stack of books.

"I found these on lycanthropes, and one you might like on sorcery," Marcus said winking at me and setting the books down on the desk I currently occupied.

"Thank you Marcus. Truly for everything. I hope to find a map soon so I can travel the world." I said, smiling at him.

You see, Marcus thinks my dream is to travel the world. However, since my mom died and apparently lost her power as a 'shield', Aro had called it, I had gained it through some telekinetic wave. Which is, like, freaking awesome because Aro can never tell what I am up to.

"Of course, Alex."

He glided off leaving me alone. I requested the room that my mother and I had stayed in when we were both here nine years ago. The room was different now; all the books stacked on my desk were piled high. Well, the piles weren't exactly the best, and they looked as if they would fall at any given minute the table was bumped or hit, but I didn't mind. It wouldn't hurt me.

Marcus was the only one who called me Alex. All the others called me Alexander, or Alexander Michael. Aro even had the nerve to call me Bella's sweet Alexander once. I almost hit him for it, but all that would have done was made him mad.

"Alex?" Marcus asked, entering the room again.

"Yes?" I asked, confused as to what he wanted this time.

"Aro has found a map for you. A very good map indeed. He wants you go and travel the world as you want because he trusts you." Marcus said handing me a piece of folded up paper.

I opened it. It was a map; a world map which was exactly what I needed.

"Better pack. All the planes leave in a few hours." Marcus said, turning around and heading back out.

In a frenzy, I threw in a few random books that Marcus had given me earlier in the bag. All my clothes, anything I kept of my mother's, and the laptop I had received for my birthday. I put on a coat and threw my bag over my shoulder.

I trotted out of my room, and ran full speed out to the Italian streets. Sunlight greeted me eagerly.

"Hello old friend," I whispered as the sunlight glanced my face.

Ever since I had lived in Volterra, not once had I been outside of the mansion I called home. It felt good to feel the sun warming my whole body once more.

I hailed a taxi and told the driver to go to the airport. He began to protest the length of the drive, but I threw more than enough money over the seat. He shrugged, put the money in his pocket, and began driving.

The ride was smooth, but it didn't feel very short. It was long and hard, being contained in this car. Not being able to move freely as I had in my room in Volterra.

We eventually arrived at the airport. I jumped out of the car and inside the airport, eager to get on my own for once in my life. Most people looked at me funny. I was ten, acting like I was a grown up. I wasn't that short, but I also wasn't that tall. My brown hair was swept in front of my face, and I kept moving it back to my ear.

"One ticket to Seattle," I said to the lady.

"Oh, aren't you cute? Where is your mom?" She asked.

"Already on the plane. She told me to get my ticket too. One ticket please." I answered smoothly.

I paid her the money and she gave me the ticket.

"Enjoy your flight."

I grabbed my ticket and placed my bag on the belt. Taking off any metal I had, I went through the detector, clean. I grabbed my bag on the other side and took off for the tarmac.

Once on the plane, I kept my bag in the seat next to me. I was finally away from Volterra. I was going home.

Me: And the first chapter is up! I thought I would explain about him a bit too.

Edward: Hm. Seems good I guess…

Me: Screw you Edward.

Jasper: I like it!

Me: Thank you.

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