Over the years, my beautiful picture of the old-fashioned, and responsible Edward had deteriorated in to the less Old-fashioned, and more and more Emmet-like picture. I realised that the absolute abstinence he showed during my human years was just a show, and that every time he said no, to my many pleads, his lame excuses were just his low faith in himself speaking- and every time we went hunting, he lost himself taking hours until he read someone's mind that actually had a sense of time.

"So, partner, Anaphase?" Edward laughed, pushing the microscope towards me.

"Mind if I look?" I said, mimicking the first day Edward and I spoke for the first time. His face look less pained, and much more comfortable now. I looked mockingly into the microscope, not even bothering to focus it, as my metahuman eyes had no problem seeing the small cells nucleas beginning to split, "Anaphase,"

Edward laughed, and gripped my hand softly, I replaced the slide with the celery root cell, smashed between 2 pieces of glass.

I confidently called, "Interphase," Focusing my killer eyesight on the nucleus, watching the DNA strand Slowly duplicate, exactly like I have the past 4 years. Everyday Showing up to school, listening to Edward drone on about the vile minds of the hormonal teenage boys in Colton, Washington.

"He's staring at you again, love," He said, Still looking into the Microscope.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," I whispered so low that it was unintelligible to human eardrums.

"usually, Married people think its a bad thing, unless their name is Rosalie Hale," Edward scoffed,

glaring into the boy's back. If looks could kill, every single guy in this classroom would be dead. Including Mr. Camden, our teacher.

"You should be honored, it's showing you how much more you have then all them," I smiled. Within the walls of Colton high School, The newest additions to the population of 386-now, exactly 395-were still the talk of the town. Even, my daughter, My Renesmee Carlie Cullen, had aged exactly 6 years, then stopped.

The age I was age, I was when she was born. The Age, I am, right now. 18. the epitome of human life. That Fabulous Year where you feel, invincible, The year you can do whatever you want. Except for Drink, That was impossible in a Country where you could join the army at 18. The U.S. Is a really jacked up country, man. It was so hard to believe that 6 years ago, I was a perfect newborn, that was assembling a small army to fight the Volturi, and that my little Nessie was only 6 years old. That I perfected my power in exactly 6 years. That now, when I want it, Edward Cullen-my husband-could read my mind. That after 3 years, I moved out of New Hampshire, and went to College.

I moved away from Forks. Started over new, in Dartmouth. As a vampire. As a perfect danger to the humans around me. I just got up and left Jacob, Seth, Leah-as hostile as she may be towards me- and Charlie.

The man I only got to see 2 weeks a year till I was 17. The man who-since 6 years ago-unknowingly played a

large part in all Cullen Antics. Who introduced me to my best friend. jake. jake. Jake. my best man, my

Daughter's was a little away. The Wolves could run here and back in an hour. Nessie could have her Jake Whenever she would like.

"So, Edward, Bella, How is your lab going?" Mr. Camden asked, placing his warm hand on my shoulder,

then cringing away on cantact with my cold, hard skin. Edward growled, but only so I could hear it. So, I Could know that The man standing behind me, was a perv. I

"Fine, Mr. Camden," Edward said, not meeting his eyes,"We've identified all the samples," Still scribbling in his beautiful handwriting, onto his paper. From behind me, Mr. Camden, swept my paper of the table, and stared-thoughtfully-at the scribbles.

"Very interesting take on Mitosis,Miss Cullen," He said in a Distant voice, like he was thinking of something else. Sigh, Miss. Not the usual Mrs. I seem to get all the time from Edward.

"Er, thanks?" I said, unsure of the actual meaning of his statement. As he drifted away, watching over other Student's shoulders, Edward laughed.

"What did you put on there Bella?" Edward laughed.

"Some mess of words that I remembered from that Essay I had to Write in Pacifica."

Over the years, us Cullens moved place to place, attracting new people. In Small-Preferabbly cold-towns. Like, Pacifica California and Paris idaho. Places where Sunlight wasn't a normal part of life. Being a Cullen, pretty much sucked if we were in public. Bella Cullen, was another orphan case for Mrs. and Dr. Cullen. An Adopted Daughter. Not, Edward Cullen's Wife. Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, Alice technically, they weren't related. But, me? Edward was my 'brother' well atleast to other people, he was my 'brother'

I'm pretty sure, a normal Brother and sister, didn't hold hands. Or kiss. This Sucked. Carlisle offered another story. Esme's Niece. Isabella Marie Swan Cullen. or Isabella Marie Swan Martin. Just So that Edward didn't have another chance to fall in love, and invoke the Volturi. So that, when stupid Girls like Isabella Swan, smelled so good to him. he would stay away. Even Though we've been married 6 years, I still feel something so perfect as Edward, Could slip through my steady, immortal fingers. If there was anything I knew for sure, I didn't deserve perfection like him. He can't seem to get that through his thick head though, he always comes back.

"Bella, Dear, tell me what your thinking," Edward cooed into my ear, Softly.

"I'm Thinking about how incredibly stupid you are," I spat, playfully. Our Soft whispers made no sound around us. Only our sensitive ears could listen in on our conversation. Edward shook his head, dissapointedly. We've had this conversation plenty times before.

"Love, if I haven't left by now, I'm not leaving anytime soon," he said, Echoing the Same line as last time.

"Yeah, yeah. Get Creative," I mumbled under my habitual breath, knowing he could hear me.

"It's always going to mean the same thing," He said, turning his head towards the clock, and tilting his ear forward, waiting for the sound of the bell, a second before the sound reached our ears. A few seconds before it reached the rest of the being's in the rooms ears. Before the rest of the children could turn their heads up, Edward and I Were out the door, our hands linked. Shuffling through the hallways, Edward and I swept into our new Spanish classroom. Filling into the Back corner, Rosalie, and Alice already waiting for us.

Gracefully, I slid into the wooden chair.

"Alice?" I heard Rosalie whisper. Edward gasped. I whipped around in my seat. Alice was staring forward, unmoving. Her Topaz eyes wide.

"We need to go," Edward said, looking forward. Senorita Novak was late-as usual-we could leave no one would notice. Sneakily We Slipped out of the Room, Walking gracefully straight out of the building.

A/N: kay, at this point its Bella's POV. this is basically the Prolouge, but im making it Chapter 1 its not sooo much a cliffie, as it seems to be. Trust me, it'll get better.

Just Trust in me
I'll never run away
You Kiss my lips
And you Taste my Pain
And While I'm pushing and I'm Moving
Somehow you Manage to say...