Authors Note: So here is the long awaited 'Reunion Chapter' to my two-shot "It's You." When I started to write the 'Reunion Chapter' it got a little out of hand, this chapter right here is over 5,000 words and that's just the beginning. Now, Edward is not present in this chapter, but he will be in the next chapter. This chapter is mainly for discussing Bella's past since we are skipping nearly ninety years of time. It does however mention all the Cullens. :) Anyways, I hope that you enjoy the first chapter. I will only continue if you review :) So please, take the time to send a review, even if it's just a smiley face! Oh, and I won't be able to update until probably two weeks from now. This is because I am going to stay at my cousins house for a week and a half, and she does not have a computer that I can use to type of my fanfictions and post them :( But this chapter is super long, so please enjoy!
- RIP.
Disclaimer: I am not in any way associated with Stephenie Meyer or her characters. I am just using them for my and hopefully others amusement :)
Summery: It's been ninety years since Bella and Edward parted in 1918. They are about to meet once again for the first time. What will happen? Will sparks fly once more? Will Edward have the courage to stay now? Sequel to "It's You." PLEASE read "It's You" first if you are a new comer to my fanfictions, you will NOT understand this story if you haven't.
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If It Means Alot To You
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A Day To Remember
[ Honestly, this is my FAVORITE song ever right now! ]
LEGEND:
Bold: Title or Character POV.
Normal: Text and dialouge.
Italic: Thoughts and/or Memories. (Also used when putting stress on a particular word)
Bold Italic: Times and/or Places. Or every loud thoughts.
Girl With Golden Eyes Part 1 BPOV (Bella)
- Forks, Washington 2009 -
It was vaguely peaceful in our normally chaotic household. I sat in my room, lying on my bed staring at the white deco ceiling while listening to the soft piano cords drifting from my CD player. It was nice to get some peace and quiet in our house. It was usually boisterous and loud, but that is what you get for living with someone like Emmett. There was never a quiet moment when he was around. Still, you had to love the guy, he was a big teddy bear who looked like he had taken one too many steroids.
The classical music stopped briefly to change to a different song. As it did, I heard the soft whispers of my two sisters talking in one of their bedrooms. I listened closely but could only pick up a few bits of their conversation.
"…or I'll get her myself."
"…sure it's a good idea?"
"Very sure I…"
"…saw it correctly, what if…"
Whatever they were cooking up, I was staying out of it. No Bella Barbie for me. They were the only two in the house besides myself at the moment. The others were out checking out the area for places to go hunting. We had just recently moved into the house we were residing in now. Esme had designed it. It was gorgeous to say the least. Unfortunately it was in one of the most boring towns that Carlisle had ever decided that we would dwell in.
Forks, how could I explain that podunk little town? Well, it was one of those typical Olympian Peninsula towns: wet, cold and under a constant cloud cover. This was an ideal place for we vampires to reside in, but even Esme agreed that Forks was a boring town. The people were too nosy, downtown resided of a grocery store, a gas station, an outdoor outing store and a diner. That's it. The rest of town wasn't any better. If you were passing through the town on Highway 101, don't blink, because if you do—you might miss the entire town. That's how teeny tiny it is. It is barely even existent on the map.
But, this was the type of town that Carlisle usually had us stay in. We tried to move around every five to seven years, changing our identities and starting off somewhere fresh. This was how Carlisle has been running things since 1918 when I first joined him.
Ah, 1918. So much has changed since that time. I let myself revel in the past for a few short moments. Thinking about 1918 always saddened me. I had such painful memories from that time: the loss of my birth parents, my humanity, my love. Don't get my wrong. I do not blame Carlisle for changing me—unlike Rosalie, I love being a vampire and am thankful for Carlisle changing me. It was amazing to sit here, ninety years later, still look completely the same—frozen forever at seventeen—but see how everything is moving so fast around me.
Fashion had changed tremendously since 1918. I was no longer damned to wear dresses or skirts. It was now acceptable for woman to wear jeans, t-shirts and tennis shoes. Hair styles had changes as well. Basically, gone were the intricate buns with thousands of pins holding them in place of 1918 and on to the super straightened or scrunched hair of the 2000's. I didn't mess with my hair much though. I didn't feel the need to cut it. I loved my luscious, long mahogany hair now. It actually had volume and body to it, unlike when I was human. There was also the fact that if I cut it now, it wouldn't grow back. Hence the 'frozen in time' reference.
Of course my family was cursed with a bouncy, fashion oriented, tornado of a pixie. I was forced to wear designer threads, but it wasn't like I had to worry about cost anymore. Said 'tornado of pixie' was also a psychic and had a thing for predicting things in the stock market. We all had the best of the best: the fastest cars, the most 'in' clothes, and the newest of technology.
Technology. That has seemed to change every single day. The 2000's seemed to be the new age of technology. It seemed like every time you would look in a newspaper or turn on the TV there was some advertisement for a new type of computer, cellphone, video game, television, excreta. You name it—they were more than likely advertising it somewhere in the world. All the ads said the same thing: 'Try the new and improved…it's newer, better and faster!' As you could have probably already figured out, the 'tornado of pixie' loved to shop. Because of her, everyone in the family had all the newest things in technology: laptops, cellphones, GPS systems for our cars, big screened televisions…
That was another thing that had changed—my family. We had grown over the past ninety years. There were now seven of us all living under one roof. Carlisle had done is job in changing us—saving us from our death beds. Well, not all of them Carlisle changed—two found us instead.
First came Esme Platt-Evenson in 1921, now known as Carlisle's wife and our adoptive mother. Carlisle literally found her on the brink of her death, still barely breathing after jumping off a cliff in a deep grief-stricken panic. It didn't take long after Carlisle changed her for him to fall in love with her, and she him. Even though there was a slight age difference between the two (Esme being older), it never bothered Carlisle one bit. Besides, he out numbered her greatly in vampire years. Esme quickly became like a second mother to me. But she could never replace Renee, just like Carlisle could never replace Charlie. I loved them both with all my heart and they could take care of me since my own parents weren't able to.
Things were simple with just Carlisle, Esme and I. But that all changed in 1933 when along came Ms Rosalie Hale. In short, Rosalie was the vainest, most stuck up bitch I had ever met in my life. I had never really disliked someone so much until I met her. It wasn't until a year later that I realized the reason behind her insolence. Rosalie did all she could to make us know that she hated the life that Carlisle had condemned her to. It broke Esme's heart to know that Rosalie was not happy, but there was nothing we could do. I can to realize why Rosalie was the way that she was.
She grew up a prodigy, a golden girl whom everyone admired and loved. She was engaged to Royce King and they were the 'it' couple of her city. One night, while walking home she stumbled into her drunken fiancé and his group of friends. They beat and raped Rosalie, then left her for dead. It wasn't long after when Carlisle found her and changed her. Rosalie had reveled in her humanity and when it was stolen from her, she blamed Carlisle. She carried a grudge against him for the longest time. But, Rosalie finally sobered up when she realized that she needed our help with vengeance against her ex-fiancé. Carlisle and Esme did not believe in violence, so they stayed out of it, but I on the other hand, realized that Rosalie was fragile and she needed to do this to get her closure. We told Carlisle and Esme we were going for a hunting trip, when really we tracked down each of her attackers and silently killed them all (without drinking any of their blood of course.)
After it was all over, Rosalie was finally able to let go of her Ice Queen pretense. She ended up falling into my arms, dry sobbing. All she needed in that moment was someone told hold her and tell her that everything would be okay. Afterwards, Rose and I became the best of friends, sisters even. She was grateful for what I had helped her do and it was what we called our secret. No one knew of it but the two of us. Rosalie proceeded to apologize to Carlisle and Esme and then we fell into a safe, calm routine.
Things were pretty boring for the next couple years, but in 1935 was when the real 'dramatics' started. 1935 was when none other than Emmett McCarthy joined the coven. Emmett was only 20 years old and living in Gatlinburg, Tennessee when he was changed. Rosalie had been hunting around the area when she came across a man who was being mauled by a bear. The injuries from his the attack was severe, that he was barely recognizable.
For Rose, it was love at first sight. So instead of letting him die alone in the forest, she fought off the bear and carried Emmett over a hundred miles to Appalachia, where we were staying at the time. Rose burst into the room begging Carlisle to change Emmett so that he would be saved from death. Emmett joined our coven not long after he woke up. He fell in love with Rosalie at first sight and the two of them got married shortly after. They were the perfect couple in my eyes because Emmet's happy and playful nature countered Rosalie's seriousness just perfectly.
Emmett was a bit of a handful at first because not only was he much stronger than normal vampires but he also had trouble adjusting to our diet of animal blood. Eventually he got used to it and things calmed down to an extent. Emmett was a very happy and outgoing go who had a naturally loud voice, so it was never exactly quiet in our house after he joined the coven. Emmett was also the last vampire that Carlisle changed.
The next two vampires, and the final ones, who joined our coven were two very delightful creatures who found us in the early 1950's. One was the before mentioned psychic 'tornado of pixie' whom was also known as Alice. One day she just showed up at our front door with her mate on her tale. Alice ran into the house, marching straight up to Carlisle and Esme. She hugged them and screamed, "Mom! Dad! I'm home!" To say that Esme, Carlisle, Rose and I were shocked into silence was an understatement. Emmett thought that the whole situation was hilarious and ended up collapsing onto our couch in the living room in laughter at the whole scenario. I had to admit, it was pretty funny. A bouncing, tiny vampire literally skips into the room telling us everything that she knows about us while a tall, tough looking vampire with vampire bite scars covering him every where entered behind her.
You see, Alice woke up from her change with no memories of her past other than what her name was. She didn't know what happened to her, who changed her, or anything. It was actually kind of sad if you really thought about it. But, when she first awoke from her transformation, Alice had a vision of our family. She immediately began following our diet. Also in her vision, was her mate Jasper. She said that she found him nearly forty years after she had her vision, but it was well worth the wait. Jasper wasn't as surprised as we all were when Alice thrust herself upon him. In fact, he was delighted. For him, it was love at first sight for Jasper.
Now Jasper was a very interesting past. He lived and fought during the Civil War for the Confederates but was changed in 1863 by a vampire who lived was fighting in some of the vampire wars in Texas and Mexico. His creator, Maria, had him become part of her army and he stayed there for nearly a hundred years. He then escaped with two other vampires whom he had grown close with. A few years later, Alice found him and the rest was history.
Alice and Jasper were completely different despite the fact that they were madly in love with each other. Alice was happy, bouncy and enthusiastic about nearly everything while Jasper was quiet, rarely talked and kept to himself. He was an avid reader and after he got over his aversion and weariness to our family he and I had very many book discussions.
You see, Jasper was weary of our family at first. He was afraid that one of us was going to do something to hurt his little Alice. But, once he realized that we were genuine, he became a full fledged part of our family. Out of all of us, Jasper and I were closer than he was to the others besides Alice. This was mainly because of the fact that we both were interested in History and loved to read. Jasper quickly became my go to guy if I ever wanted to have a conversation with something. He had a very calming presence and the fact that he was an empath helped.
The first time that we first talked was one night nearly two months after he and Alice had joined our coven. I was sitting by myself on the porch swing, musing about 1918. I thought about my dead parents and how much I missed them. Quickly, my thoughts shot to Edward.
Edward Masen.
The beautiful boy whom I had met when I was on the death bed. The boy that Carlisle had changed along with myself. The one who left me.
"I wish you wouldn't leave." I said.
"I know but, I just think this is the best for now. I will see you again though. I have a sure fire feeling." Edward said. He gave me the most gorgeous crooked grin.
I nodded and kept quiet.
"You know this isn't because of you, right?" Edward said.
Again I nodded.
"Because, if anything, you are making this decision even harder for me—especially after I kissed you yesterday." He said with a sharp laugh.
The others didn't know about him. They knew that Carlisle had changed another vampire when he changed me, but they didn't know his name, what he was like, what I had felt for him or even why he left exactly. Sometimes I got the feeling that Rose and Alice suspected that it meant more to me than I let on, but they never asked. The only one who had even asked was Jasper, and it was the night we first talked.
"You can talk about it, if you want, to me." Jasper had said, startling me from my thoughts of Edward.
I had shaken my head at him, "I'd rather not."
All Jasper did was shake his head at me, "It isn't good to bottle things up. Just know, if you ever need to talk. I'm here."
I never exactly opened up to Jasper about 1918, but he always reminded me that I could talk to him about it whenever he caught me thinking about it. He couldn't read my mind, but he could read my emotions and whenever I felt like I did when I thought about Edward and 1918, Jasper brought it up. One day I might be able to open up to him, I just don't know when.
I was brought from my thoughts as my door burst open and Rose and Alice entered my bedroom. Alice looked like she was a girl on my mission as she pranced up to me.
"Oh Bella!" she sang.
My eyes widened, I knew that face and tone. "No Alice, no way!"
"Come on, please?" Alice pleaded. I turned to look at Rose for help but Rose held up her hands and laughed.
"Traitor," I spat at Rosalie. She rolled her eyes at me and I turned to Alice, "Alice, I'm not letting you play Bella Barbie with me today!"
Alice pouted and tried to unleash the puppy-dog pout on me. I felt my resolve crumbling, "Come on Bella, we're starting Forks High today. Don't you want to look nice?" she asked.
Rosalie laughed at Alice's antics but sighed, "You know, she's right Bella. Maybe you could make an impression on the guys," she winked, "God only knows that you need some action."
I growled loudly at her, "Just for that, double no!" I said childishly.
"Bella, please, just for today!" Alice pleaded, sticking her bottom lip out to accompany the eyes.
I shook my head, "I don't want to stand out Alice!" I shouted at her. "We're starting a new school, big deal. It isn't like it's the first one."
"Bella ple—" Rose started to say but I put my hand out and cut her off.
I was going to stand my ground, "The answer is still no. I'm sorry guys but I would rather go un-noticed by the population of Forks. Being the new girl is going to make them fuss over me enough add on designer clothes and they won't leave me alone—ever." I sighed.
Alice replied, "Fine, but you owe me."
And then I uttered the words I never thought I would, "I'll go shopping with you weekend in exchange."
Suddenly Alice was literally airborne. I had never seen her bounce so high in my life. You see, Alice tends to bounce around when she gets excited about something, usually Jasper was around to tone it down to keep the bouncing to a minimal level but since Jasper, Emmett, Esme and Carlisle were hunting, nothing was stopping Alice from being naturally hyper. And hyper she defiantly was. She was like a human who had just mixed coffee and a red bull together.
By now Alice was bouncing so high and fast that she was like a blurring black blob that was about to hit the ceiling. Speaking of which, I wonder what would happen if she actually bounced through the ceiling. It was probably something that I could share with Emmett. Even though Esme would be angry with us, Em would probably get a kick out of it.
What usually accompanied Alice's bouncing was squealing, and she chose that moment to let out the loudest squeal I have ever heard in all my years as a vampire—and human!
We heard pounding footsteps and then the door flew open with such an amazing force that it fell off the hinges. Behind it, door in hand, stood a guilty but curious looking Emmett with a panicked Jasper standing behind him.
"We heard you're squeal," Emmett breathed out, "What's wrong?"
"Bella'sgoingshoppingwithme!" Alice screamed out all in one breath, bouncing again. Only this time it wasn't as intense, Jasper was calming her down.
Rosalie ignored Alice and turned her attention on her buff husband, "Emmett! Esme is going to kill you. That's the fifth door in the past two weeks!"
"Emmett, you need to control you're strength." I said to him. He just rolled his eyes. I had given him this lecture before. "There is no need to take it out on the doors of the house."
Alice giggled, "Or the bed frames, or the walls, or the dining room table or—"
"Don't forget the kitchen counter!" Jasper piped in.
"Okay, that's enough!" Rose hissed out at the two. She turned to Alice and Jasper, "Oh hush up, it's not like you two haven't broke anything before."
Jasper and Alice grinned at each other while Emmett looked at Rosalie, "Rosie, I didn't see you complaining when we broke any of that stuff. In fact," he grinned, "If I remember right you were saying something like, 'Emmett, har—"
If Rosalie could have blushed, she would have, "Emmett I dare you to finish that sentence, you'll be with-held from sex for a long time." she said with a sharp glare.
Emmett immediately shut up.
I loved my family, they were great but I was surrounded by couples. Sometimes I got a little uncomfortable with them talking about their sex lives. I was still a virgin so I wasn't all the experienced. Edward had been my first and only kiss, well two kisses but still.
I looked at my brothers and sisters with a slight disgust, "Okay ew, that's enough. I really don't want to know about your sex lives." I said to them.
Emmett laughed at me and gave me a large grin, "Oh come on Bella, you sound really virgin-y right now!" he laughed.
I blushed at the comment, "I—well, uhm—" I blushed even more and realization finally dawned on Emmett. But someone else beat him to the punch.
"Oh my god, you are a virgin!" Rosalie exclaimed. "That explains everything!"
Emmett let out a loud, hearty laugh, "So that explains why you act like a prude and blush every time sex is mentioned!" he said, "Why didn't you tell us? You need to get out there!"
Alice spoke up, "Have a little fun for once."
I shot her a glare, "You aren't helping!" I moaned out.
"I'm sure that there are some vampires out there that would want a piece of that fine ass!" Rosalie through out.
I turned to her in shock, "Rose!"
"It's true," Alice said, "If I was a lesbian, I'd do you."
I shook my head, "But—but,"
"I bet that Carlisle knows some vampires that we could set you up with. I bet I could help!" Alice squealed.
"No Alice!" I said firmly. "I don't want to have sex with a random vampire."
"Bella," Rosalie started. The teasing glint was gone from her voice, now she was just plain sad, "It's been ninety years since you were changed, and I've known you for nearly seventy of them and I haven't once seen you with another man. You need this. We all hate seeing you lonely like this."
I shook my head and backed up slightly. Flashes of Edward started to appear before my eyes. His face, his eyes both green as a human and red as a vampire, his chiseled jaw, his soft pillowy lips, his perfect body, just everything. I remember him a clear as daylight. He plagued my thoughts nearly night and day. I knew him for not even five full days, three of those days I had been knocked out.
"You were the person that was sitting on my bed when I was finally changed." I remembered.
He nodded and looked away sheepishly, "I didn't want to leave you. I can't seem to stay away from you."
I felt my face start to soften at his words. "Then don't." I replied softly.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked timidly.
"We have all of eternity to perfect that." I giggled slightly and rested my hand on his chest lightly.
The scenes went by so quickly in front of my eyes. They started from when the nurse first wheeled Edward into the hospital room with Carlisle and I and then finally ended with our final goodbye. The very last time I had seen him. I saw his eyes, filled with pity and sadness. I saw myself, nearly broken but remaining strong. I had cried after he left, he didn't know, Carlisle didn't know. I never shed real tears, but I wanted too.
"I'll miss you, even though I hardly even know you—I'll still miss you." I said. I felt like crying, let once again I couldn't. I rubbed my eyes.
"I'll miss you too." Edward said.
The kiss that we shared was so filled with passion, with promise and with a sad goodbye.
"Goodbye Bella." Edward said me, after getting his wits back to him.
"Bye Edward." I whispered and with that he was gone.
"No, no! Stop! Please!" I cried out, not knowing that the images that were flashing before my eyes weren't real. I felt as if it was 1918 again, as if Edward was leaving me once more. It was almost too much for me to handle, to much for me to bear. I had to stop him. I couldn't let Edward slip through my fingers again.
A wave of calm hit me like a wrecking ball, "Bella! Bella, are you alright?" Jasper's voice asked, panicking. His voice sounded like it was so far away, like it was being muffled by a glass wall.
"What's wrong with her?" Alice asked, her voice was far away as well.
"Maybe someone should slap her," Emmett suggested.
Rose snapped at him, "Why the hell would we do that!"
I could just see Emmett shrug at her, although I really couldn't, images of Edward still blocked my vision, "Maybe she is going into hysterics. I saw it on one of those human sitcoms once."
"You watch sitcoms?" Jasper asked incredulously, "Wait, nevermind, don't answer that. Right now, Bella is what's important." he said. "Bella, come on, snap out of it!" he said frantically.
"Edward," I managed to moan out.
"Edward? Who is Edward?" Rose asked. "Emmett, wait don't—"
Suddenly a blow came to my cheek, not extremely hard, but it did hurt a little bit. Thankfully, it did snap me out of whatever had had me under its spell. I guess Edward had had more effect on me than I thought. Jasper was right, it was wrong to bottle things up. Just a small, teasing conversation had set things off. It scared me.
I blinked a few times and saw that I was still lying on my bed, my four siblings hovering above me. Emmett had a proud grin on his face while the other three glared at him. He looked at them and frowned, "Don't glare at me! It worked," he smiled again. "Are you alright Bells?"
"What happened, Bella?" Alice asked worriedly. "You just completely blanked out! You had us all extremely worried." she said, she looked near tears.
I reached up and hugged her, "I'm sorry Alice. I didn't mean to scare you."
"What am I, chopped liver?" Rose spat out.
I turned to her, "You too, Rose."
Rose hugged me tightly, "Don't ever scare me like that again Bella!" she chastened, pointing her finger at me sternly. "If Esme would have been here, she would have thrown a fit!"
"She's right," Jasper said. "What happened? You just went into a state or shock or something. Can vampires even go into shock?"
"Apparently, I think Bella just proved it to us all." Emmett said, for once being completely serious.
I sighed, "I think—well, I think—" I took a deep breath. "Jasper, I'm ready for that talk."
His eyes grew wide and he ran a hand through his twisty blond hair, "Really?"
"Wait, what talk?" Alice asked.
"A talk that I have owed him for a long time, about my past." I said softly.
Alice nodded, "Okay," she looked at Rose and Emmett who were looking at me in confusion, "Come on guys. Let's leave the two of them to talk. We can go find Carlisle and Esme."
Jasper sat down on the bed next to me and pulled me into his side and kissed the top of my head. There was nothing romantic about it, Jasper was completely in love with Alice of course. It was purely out of brotherly love for someone he saw as his little sister, "Now, will you tell me what's wrong, darlin'?"
I opened my mouth a few times before I finally settled on, "It's a long story…" I said shortly.
He nodded, "I've got eternity, Bella." Jasper laughed.
"We have all of eternity to perfect that." I giggled slightly and rested my hand on Edward's chest lightly.
I grimaced slightly at the memory, "Well, it was 1918…" I started. peek
-x-x-x-
JPOV
(Jasper)
Bella sat and told me her entire story. She told me about her parents and how much she had loved them. She told me about her simple life, she described her parents as simple folk but they were madly in love with each other. Bella then began to tell me about the flu epidemic. She told me about how she found out about her parents death and passed out in the waiting room. Then she switched course, she told me about Edward. When Bella spoke about him, there was a light in her eyes, a light that proved how much she loved him, even though she had known him for only a few days. I couldn't judge her, the moment I saw Alice, I knew she was the one. For vampires, emotions were so much stronger, we only connected once. Edward was her soul mate, and he had left her. I could only imagine how much pain that had caused her.
Part of me wanted to go out and find this Edward character and rip him into tiny bits. Another part of me, the more gentle and helpful side of me, wanted to find Edward and bring him back to Bella. It was obvious that she needed him, that she missed him. It only took a tiny, suggesting comment to turn Bella into a blubbering mess. She had held this in her for nearly ninety years, no wonder she was so torn up about everything that had happened to her in 1918. What she needed was closure, but how could she possibly get that?
"Bella, have you ever visited your parent's graves?" I asked her.
Bella hesitated for a moment, like she was unsure of what to say, "Not exactly. I tried to look for them when Carlisle and I visited Chicago again, but they weren't there. Not all the people from the epidemic were buried properly. There were so many people who died in such a short amount of time. Not every one was identified, so not every one was given the proper burial. Edward and I do not have graves either. It's as if we simply didn't exist at all."
"Has Edward tried to contact you in any way?" I wondered out loud.
"No, I don't think so." she replied.
I tapped my finger to my chin, "Hmm…"
"What are you thinking?" Bella asked me.
"Well," I started, "I'm thinking that you need closure. You need a way to say goodbye to your parents so that you can forget about 1918 all together." I said.
Bella sighed, "It isn't my parents that make me so upset about 1918 — it's Edward."
I nodded, "Of course, why didn't I think of that before." I said with a short laugh, "Well, then we need to find Edward."
"Jasper, how do you expect to do that?" she asked incredulously, "Nomad vampires are nearly impossible to trace! There is no record anywhere of an Edward Masen Jr. It's hopeless! We'll never be able to find him."
"Have you tried before," I asked.
Bella nodded sheepishly, "Once or twice, maybe ten years after he left."
I nodded, saving this piece of information for later use. "Maybe Alice will no what to do, or Carlisle." I pointed out to her.
Bella looked worried for a second, "No, I don't think there is anything that they can do. Carlisle and I tried to find him. I went to him for help the first time I tried to find Edward. He is untraceable. The only way we could ever find him is to get us a tracker. And the only tracker that I know of is Demetri of the Volturi, and I'm not to sure he'd be willing to help some random vampire girl find her long lost love."
I sighed, she was absolutely right unfortunately, "We'll figure something out." I said.
"I hope," she replied sadly.
'For your sake,' I thought, 'I really hope we do.'
So what do you think? I seem to have a bit of an addiction with writing Jasper now that I started "Lachrymose" :) Haha. Anyways, check out my other stories while you are at it. I appreciate reviews so please do so!
