BPOV

"What do you mean we're leaving?" Rosalie asked annoyedly.

"We just want the best for you girls. Please, let us do that for you." Our mother, Esme, pleaded.

"Don't worry Rosalie, your future is bright indeed." Alice said with a giddy smile as she winked at Rosalie and all Rosalie did in return was a glare. Me and my mother met eyes and have each other knowing smiles as we watched them go through a routine that happened all too often in our house.

"Ugh!" She exclaimed and bounded up the grand staircase into her room.

"Mother, Father, Sister, goodnight." Alice sighed and embraced us all in large hugs as she sauntered off to her own room leaving me and my parents in the sitting room of our overly large home. That was Alice for sure.

"And you Bella, what do you think?" My father, Carlisle, asked me softly.

"Why? Why leave the crown?" I asked confused

"First, people are suspecting our age and your ages. Remember we had Rosalie compel some people to keep everything quiet?" He asked and I nodded, understanding, "Well, even now it would get even messier. Your mother and I have to give up our title of king and queen, we give the crown over to your uncle and when he and everybody else from this time dies, we come back again, but of course we would still remain part of the primary royal family, if you were wondering."

I nodded slowly, taking all the information in until my mother interrupted my thoughts.

"But secondly, when we where all turned, we had all human aspects of our lives taken away-but especially for you girls. You never went to high school or prom or had all of those experiences your father and I had. We just want you to have that at least once in your hopefully even longer lifetimes. We love you girls so much."

"We know mom." I said with a smile and I could see it in her eyes and read it in her mind that she really wanted this. Needed this.

"Whatever you think is best. I trust you." I said and gave them both hugs and kisses on the cheek as I turned around until a quite mundane question with a need to be answered popped in my head.

"Where?" I asked curiously, turning to look at them both.

"America. A town named Forks. Forks, Washington."

"Americans..." I thought as it dawned on me that if there was one thing Rosalie hated more than being a vampire, it was Americans. And I smiled as I read my parents' minds and knew they we're having the same thoughts.

Until it dawned on me that they expected me to explain everything to her.

"No..." I groaned as they pleaded with me in their minds and bodies.

"Fine." I sighed with a roll of my eyes, turned to the steps and picked up the bottom of my long white nightgown starting on my descent towards Rosalie's bedroom.

RPOV

I could hear the slightest sound of them talking downstairs and I didn't even try and listen as usual. Bella was always most like them, calm and all knowing. And Alice, free spirited and youthful. And me, witty and stubborn yet beautiful. We all had different personalities, but they were still my sisters. And then I heard the soft knock of her hands on my door. As if she wasn't already invading my mind and thoughts. As she knew I acknowledged her being there, she opened my door slowly and quietly and all I could do was silently roll my eyes and keep brushing my hair as I do every night.

"Rose, I know you're feeling sad to leave this place, and believe me, we all are, but this is going to be good for us. Good for you."

"How?" I replied sourly.

"You are the one out of all of us who has always wanted the human life. We're getting a shot at that, Rosie. They just want us to have at least one real human experience. I sort of want it too..." and at that I was surprised.

"Where?"

At that she took a deep breath that made me worried...

"America. Forks, Washington in America."

"No." I growled lowly as she gave me a pleading smile that only made me growl as my sharp fangs appeared this time.

"Please Rosie, the only thing I've ever asked you to do. Do it for Esme. I promise you can make fun of them all you want when we're there-but you can't eat them."

I rolled my eyes but felt disappointed at the last comment. I hated Americans more than being a vampire itself. Something about the way they talked, dressed, sang, and even their personalities bored and annoyed me. And I especially hated our parents making us talk only in English inside the castle to help our whole family become fluent in other languages. Every few years we switched languages and by now I knew too many to count. I forgot some vocabulary but it was also a way to help with or studies at home.

"I hate Americans," I growled, "but not as much as I love you guys." And I saw Bella give an internal sigh of relief as I walked off into my closet and I reappeared in front of my sister with my expensive and monogrammed Luis Voitton suitcase and she smiled in return as I knew she was reading my mind.

"Goodnight Bella" I said and I waved her out of my room as I sighed looking around my room.

The place I was about to leave.

Forks, huh?

APOV

I could see what was ahead for all of us, certainly not clear, but it was all there. Love and new people, laughter, and images flashed through my mind as I sketched in my sketchbook. Only did I catch the destination that was our new home. Forks. Forks, Washington. In America.

"Oh how Rosalie hated Americans..."I thought with a smile as I drifted off with my thoughts of the future and our next mysterious destination,

Forks.