Chapter 1: The Invasion

As I appeared at the foot of my driveway, I took in a deep breath not that I need the oxygen but I always loved that particular smell. This was home and as nice as it was to see new place meet new people (well see new people) it was always oh so nice to come home again.

Home Yes home. The dictionary would probably tell you it is where you live at a particular point in time, a true romantic heart would tell you it the place where you are loved and safe. For me the place can fit neither of those definitions as I am no longer alive and therefore it is not true to say I live anywhere, there is no longer anybody left in that house who loves me and the worst thing that ever happened to me, the darkest hour of my human life happened within those walls it should never feel safe to me. No this place is home because it is all I have left it houses my memories, when I'm away it sits and waits for my return like an anxious parent, like me it never changes it never moves on it is my constant. It is my one true home.

I had only been away for three days at my sisters wedding it was wonderful, she looked beautiful, a vision in white, everything was perfect. I walked up the drive slowly it was a long drive half a mile and lined with trees on both side. It is not even possible to see the house from the road. As I reached to the end of the drive, I saw the sight I have learned to hate more than any other sight on this planet.

A moving van

I'm gone three days and they blood well sell the house from under me. It must have been a quick sell. I swear when are they going to get the message my house is not for sale. Another family I'm going to have to scare the living daylights out of but I'll get them to leave.

As I was watching the two men came out of the house obviously they were the movers. One was short and stumpy while the other was tall and burly looking such an odd combination.

As they got in to the truck I decided to join them learn about my supposed victims, it seemed the more I knew the faster I could spook them. I closed my eyes and in less then a second I opened them again I was sitting between the two men in the truck.

I immediately spotted the paperwork on the dash. I twisted my body around to read it.

What have we got "Cullens" deliver to one Esme Cullen and she had paid extra for a speedy deliver, she has a beautiful signature, okay looks like the stuff was picked up in Forks Washington,

Forks, ha, Forks what a funny name!

Lot of artwork being transported

"Jesus the piano was a nightmare" Stumpy said

"Tell me about it" Burly replied

"okay artistic and musical, don't suppose you'd like to tell me how many I'm dealing with No? Burly? Stumpy?" I said to myself since neither gentleman could hear me

"There was something off about them wasn't there?" Burly observed

"There always is with those super rich folks, but did you see that child I swear I've never seen such a good looking toddler" Stumpy added

"Forget the toddler did you see the blonde god what I would like to do to her"

Oh Burly don't make me slap you because I will and it will hurt

"I no I mean did you see the ass on her it was just…."

I closed my eyes and was back at the end of my drive again the truck well out of site. I didn't need to hear the end of that sentence didn't want me doing anything rash because I knew only too well that I was dangerous when I was pissed off even if Stumpy or Burlydeserve it I really shouldn't .

"Well Cullens I hope you scare easily it will be easier for everybody if you do" I said to myself

I looked around the drive and noticed the garage door was open I went to have a closer inspection. There were a lot of cars there hadn't been so many since my family lived in the house. There was a yellow porch, a white jeep, an M3 I wouldn't mind a go off that and a black vanquish. There was a free space looked like there was one missing. My own little blue beetle used to sit in the space now occupied by the jeep, Oh now that was a simpler time. I going then notice a pair of legs under the cherry red M3. They were obviously female the stilettos told me that but this was one chic how wasn't scared to get her hands dirty she was also wear a pair of overalls. Stilettos and overalls now here is a women I could get on with not scared of a little grease but still lady enough to have a fashion sense impressive. Pity. Pity.

"Em could you pass me the wrench" a beautiful angel like voice came from under the car

"Sure thing babe" another silky smooth voice replied this time a male

He came in through the open door picking up a wrench from the floor and was under the car in a second.

I was leaning against the wall beside the door but I never saw the man's face and even if I hadn't been completely invisible to him he wouldn't have seen me. He was focus surprisingly focused on obeying the female under the car.

I had seen enough I closed my eyes I'd relax in my room and make my plans. Lets make this quick.

"Oh damn you Cullens" I said when I opened my eyes in my room

It was obvious somebody had moved in to my room. Wait correction two people there was both male and female stuff in my room now, none of which appeared to be mine.

Well I hoped they are prepared for their sex life to take a nose dive because no way is any funny business happening in this room.

I wonder is it the same couple from down stairs that took over my personnel space and what have they done with all my things.

I wandered in to the walk in closet it was full of clothes and it told me instantly this was not the girl from downstairs at least. The female side of the wardrobe was a complete fashion free zone it was full of jean, t-shirts, sweats and flat-shoes where were the heel and the dresses not a single mini-skirt. Oh this will not do, this girl needs serious help come on live a little.

I was about to leave to explore the rest of the bedrooms when I notice something very odd, High school book on the desk. They weren't mine, mine where long gone.

Okay a couple in high school sharing a room there was something very off about that I mean no way was any family that progressive. They looked like sophomore books to me I mean I definitely remember the chemistry book from my sophomore class that couldn't make at least one of them what sixteen maybe seventeen. That was barely legal. Wait a second Mel hold your horse you're getting ahead of yourself. Just because they are in this room doesn't mean they belong to its occupants. They are unpacking remember things should be all over the place. It's surprising they are so well organised. They must be here longer than I thought.

When my family lived her there were six bedroom mine, my parent, my sister, my brothers and two guest bedrooms. It appears this Cullen family have made an extra one out of our den. They have seven bedrooms the strange thing is at least four of them look like they belong to couples. I mean why would four couples live so closely together maybe two if they were very close family but four. It's not like they were short on finances. There was obviously a toddler in the house and the den had become her new room. It looked like there was also a teenage male living in the house as well, he had already made a complete mess of my brother's room and the final room appeared to be vacant probably for visitors.

The more I learnt the stranger this family appeared.