"I never think of the future. It comes soon enough"

- Albert Einstein.

Chapter 1 Current State

"Mom, are you certainly demolishing half of the house is not such a good idea? We could simply redecorate the interior design, perhaps something a bit more contemporary? I'm sure Rose will not be so contemptuous when she realizes her room was going to be eliminated to extend 'Daddy's new study'. Let us gather some other ideas instead, something in which we could incorporate some of this design without having to stir some of the tempers in a household full of emotional vampires."

"Mmm… I believe you are right dear. She sure may lose her temper-"

"Mother, lose her temper? Are you aware of what you are implying? Losing her temper is a mere understatement! the word monsoon would fit much better. This household will experience the true destruction of Rosalie's hand!"

"Just like it happened in Aspen."

Her mother features darkening by the memory. Is hard to believe that after so many decades that time still hunts her as much. Realizing that if I didn't continue Esme's mind would go on hyper-drive I continued,

"Why don't we save us the hassle and spare some serenity to poor Jasper; and you. Create a new design"

"Very well then."

In a swift motion, Esme tossed the blueprints to the side and began to work on a brand-new sheet. In a way, I felt terribly sorry that I had brought her hopes down, but believe me when I say that I was saving us both from the ravaging monster hands. Giggling a little at the thought of Rosalie as one of the monsters from 'Where the Wild Things Are' story. I shook my head side to side and stood up from the chair across her mahogany desk, directing my voice her way, I spoke.

"Esme, I'll go ahead and get ready for school. Should you need me for anything, do not hesitate and let me know."

"Go ahead dear. Make sure not to mention my last design to Rosalie. Or else I will have to deal with her ramblings for quite some time. Once I figure this out I will let you know."

"I will be waiting."

Smiling at her as I tapped my index finger to my temples, she smiled tenderly at my action.

She knew I will see the outcome of her decision even before she had the need to call for me. Walking closer to the desk, she quickly stood up and wrapped her delicate granite arms around my waist. Sharing the tenderly embrace, she then kissed my forehead softly. My eyes closed and I could not help but to bask in the moment.

My eyes were still shut while she brushed her fingers in my derailed and rebellious pointy locks she tapped my nose lightly.

"I am sure you will, my little Gracious Crumb!"

I laughed at the personal pet name she had for me. Thankfully she was the only one who used it, when we were privately spending some mother and daughter time. Though everyone knew it, no one dared to use it. They knew well how much it bothered her when they used her unique way of loving me.

Standing at 4' feet 11" inches, with Onyx pointy locks, astonishing body complexion and ballerina stance, there was no mistaking that I was truly her Gracious Crumb. Kissing her lovingly in the cheek I walked outside her office. Before I closed the door though, I turned to look at her one last time.

"I Love you mom."

"Love you too sweetheart. Have an exceptional day. Be safe dear."

"Likewise,"

With that, I closed her door behind me and walked towards my room.

Everyone else seemed to be already downstairs waiting for the grandfather clock to reach the 7:45am. That was our mark to direct ourselves to another monotone day at Forks High School. Don't misinterpret me, perhaps Forks was one of the only places on earth I cherished the most. This place is the only one out of all the others that truly feels like home. Ninety percent of the time it was raining or dark enough for a coven of seven gracious vampires to have something close to a normal human life.

I finally made it to my room. Opening the door in one swift movement I noticed Jasper was not there waiting for me, as he usually did. Not paying too much mind to the matter, I walked in and sat on the edge of my king size bed. Though we, as vampires, really did not sleep, the bed was a necessity (at least in my case). It was a good place to relax and meditate, as well as to spend quality time in Jasper's embrace.

5:50am was displayed in the clock on my nightstand. I realized then we still had about an hour and half to head to school. Why can time just fly? Shaking my head side to side, a laughing at the childish though, I laid back on my king-size bed. Closing my eyes, I began to reminisce how our new human lifetime here for the past couple of years had played out.

Esme, which was my Mom by all intent of purposes usually stayed at home, working on her blueprints and in the house (to make of it a much adequate sanctuary for her children and husband), so she proclaims. But for this time around, or let's just say that every time we resided in Forks, she always played the role of stay at home mom. Which she really has no problem with, she enjoys it to its fullest. She has a little over seven degrees on Interior Design and Architecture under her belt, as well as a few PhD's in Psychiatry.

Now Carlisle, or Dad, is the Chief of staff in Forks Community Hospital. He is holding over 20 degrees in medicine, making him the best Doctor in the country (well, not that everyone knows he has that many degrees under him) and did I forget to mention the fact that he is an over 300-year-old vampire with way too much experience? During this time around, he was playing the role of Dr. Carlisle Cullen, PhD, Associate Professor of Neuroscience.

You see, a variety of magazines, medical websites, and television channels (Times magazine, Popular Science, National Geographic; Discovery Channel, to name a few) constantly had a special article or documentary on my father's medical impact in society and science itself. What drove the media insane and every single one of them could not quite grasp was, why such prodigy of science resided in the small town of Forks? Why was he not willing to move to a much more recognized city? Every time there was an all too rare case for other Doctors around the country, the patients where send to Carlisle. Somehow, and miraculously he always seemed to be able to find the breakthrough in every case, gaining him a couple of novel prices along the way.

Both Esme and Carlisle have been the only parents I have ever known. I would have loved to know who and how it was like to be a human. The feeling of lost was a mere understatement when life reminded me of my glitch. I don't hold any memories of my human life, any. Which looking at it from different perspectives, is both a fortunate and unfortunate event. In a way, I believe that if I don't hold any of those memories, there must me a potential reason. Carlisle says my brain has experienced such glitch for the past 116 years for reasons I'll come to terms with in time. Time is limitless for me, I suppose I don't mind waiting.

Of what I am one hundred percent sure though, is that their love has been one of the most exceptional and genuine displays of kindness and affection in ages. To any other couple out there, their love story was what everyone dreamed of. It isn't just the fairy tale love, but simply the way they held themselves and the family. They were genuinely meant to be life partners. Till this day, I could not be anything but gracious and thankful to know destiny has placed me in their path.

Edward, Rosalie, and Emmett could be considered my siblings, Carlisle created them; as well as Esme, when the time was required. This event made them truly linked by blood to both my parents. Jasper and myself joined them about sixty years ago, making us their adoptive children. Though we were adopted, that never stopped any of them from accepting us and opening their home (as well as their lifeless heart) to us. The first decade was probably the hardest to get used to. Maybe not because they made it difficult, but because Jasper and I were simply used to the nomad life (no vegetarian lifestyle included) and the thought of been part of a clan never really had crossed our minds… till that night at the dinner when I first met Jasper.

That brings me to Jasper, my sweet dearest Jasper; My soulmate, or so I thought a couple of decades ago. Though the last couple of years between us have somewhat cooled off the romantic side of our relationship, he was still that rock that held me high in my times of struggle and pain. Companionship more than anything else was what kept us holding to the title of 'Soulmates'. What I'm trying to say is, that the passionate flame that started our relationship had slowly dissipated. Though we still had our intimate moments from time to time, it was more out of lustful fulfillment than anything else.

Plus, the visions I was experiencing as of late, added fuel to the perplexing feelings, causing us to distant ourselves even more from any kind of romantic ties. We were aware that once we had found our true soulmate, we were free to part and follow our destiny. I believe it was the genuine love we still felt for each other (because there was unmistakably and immense amount of love and appreciation towards him), that it allowed us to let the other one go and love someone else, if we had found true love and happiness. Our family was not aware of such, I'm sure it won't make too much sense to them whenever the truth becomes known. Well only Esme knew, but she had kept it to herself for a little over a decade.

Is everything ok Jasper? –

The message appeared in the thin device's screen on my now shaky hands. Fingertips were now hovering over the send button. Knot on my throat already building at the thought of something ever happening to him. Why was I thinking this way? This sudden feeling came over me, something that I could only take as a sign that I needed to send that text.

Ten minutes went buy, and no answer. Damn it!

During this academic year, Emmet and Jasper where playing the role of high school seniors. Leaving Edward, Rosalie, and myself to play the role of juniors. In Forks High, we were the center of attention, though no one really seemed to have the courage to interact with us. I believe everyone's six senses kicked in every time we were but mere feet away from them, causing them all to avoid us at all cost. To the humans we all were Dr. and Mrs. Cullen's foster's children.

Rosalie and Jasper where supposedly Esme's twin nephew and nice, whose parents had died in a tragic accident. Edward, Emmett, and I were adopted along the way, because Esme was not able to conceive her own children. That story gave us popularity, being the teenage children from one of the most beautiful, youngest, and recognizable couple in Forks. However, what made the gossip erupt to a whole new level, was the fact that they all knew their foster children were involved romantically too.

Rosalie and Emmett made a couple, as well as Jasper and myself. This left Edward to be the single one in the equation; which to his dismay caused one too many overly-hormone-excited teenage girls to court him.

Both my freshman and sophomore academic years were a mere routine. Wake up; attend rather boring non-educational lectures, deal with the stares and gossip during lunch break; go home for things to happen in the same pattern the following day. Yet, by the time I started my junior year, there was this girl I interacted with during my Advance Calculus class. Angela Webber.

She was kind and understanding to say the least, and well she never really looked at us with weary eyes.

At the begging of the school year the most connection, or interaction I had with her (and the human world) were mere 'Good morning - How are you? - And Have a good day', We never really sat together at lunch and during those days our classes were too far from each other; or so I thought. All that changed the day I found her crying her heart out in the parking lot. She had received the devastating news of the loss of both her parents and younger twin brothers to a tragic car accident before winter break last year.

My father worked on Angela's family for endless hours. Luck and destiny had a different purpose for them though, he couldn't save any of them. Ultimately and unfortunately that was the destiny of human beings in general; anything could snatch their vulnerable existence away from this unfair world in any moment.

She was now staying in a relative's house, her aunt to be precise. This was until she was of age to fend for herself. Ever since that tragic event we had gotten closer, I will say the closest I had ever been to a human in my 116 years. We will walk each other to class, she will sit with me and my family during lunch; we will have shopping trips to Seattle, and occasionally, we will have slumber parties at my house. She was a great, intelligent, and perceptive individual, who was truthful and sincere. She never really hovered too much, which was greatly appreciated by us.

When I say perceptive, I meant that she was smart enough to find out who we were on her own and she never misjudged us. We all knew that her friendship could bring complications to our existence and well to her life as well. But we took our chance nonetheless. Esme already considered her as another daughter, and even Rosalie with all her egocentric attitude, had gotten along with her just fine. Sometimes we will spend countless hours in silence never really feeling awkward, or enjoying an evening along the family sitting around the fireplace.

Few months after the accident, the entire family had come to an agreement. In the given case, her life was place in harm's way, then she'll have a choice. To be changed and join the family, or leave and pretend like any of us never really existed. Countless times we were reassured that in her reality, we were all she had left. She suddenly became more acquainted to us, closer enough to say she was the 'eight' to our coven. Her biological aunt was more of a legal guardian, to the entire extend of the word, leaving Angela with no attachments what so ever to the exterior world.

The wind coming from the west brought with it the faint scent of lavender through the opened window. My now open eyes fixated on the diminutive spider racing through the ceiling to reach its web. Breakfast time! amused by my instant childish thought I sprung up and walked towards the vanity in my bathroom to make sure I looked presentable enough for yet another day at hell high. Pleased with what I saw, I walked out and grabbed the black scarf that rested upon my bed. Looping it around my neck and turning off the unnecessary light, I graciously made my way downstairs.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Hey you…

Is incredible to think that is been close to 8 years since I've last written or posted anything for this site (Or online for that matter) and it feels that now, after so long, this silence is finally coming to a halt.

The years that I was part of this website as a contributor helped me in more ways than I could have ever imagined. I met people who, even till this day, still make my life better just by been in it. The people who took the time to read, like, critique, dislike and overall gave me a chance, helped me understand that there are moments when the only way we will know what the outcome will be, is by taking the leap.

Unfortunately, there was a situation in my personal life that caused me to completely withdraw myself from here and a lot of the places I was active on the web. Ever since not only the voices of my characters won't quiet down, but also, the feeling of guilt won't let me move on. I feel that I owe it to myself, the characters and you, the reader, to finish what I have started long ago.

I had 4 stories posted here (2 where One-Shots, the other were full stories) been live for about 2 years. All work was Twilight related. I would more than likely be bringing the story I had worked on the most. Which was called "Perhaps in the end, there should be no regrets" it was made of 16 chapters, each one not smaller than 10k words. Story was dark and grim. It was intended to be, and quite bold from time to time. I will be polishing my work in the upcoming weeks, and will be intending to post one chapter every 3 weeks.

I'm setting a 3-week mark, because remembering how thing were back then, I feel it will give enough time for the story to circulate and for more audience to capture it. It will also give me enough time to polish and possibly work on new chapters, if any are needed (which for what I remember I'm still missing about 12 more chapters) who knows, according to my old notes I was planning to write a sequel. Also, chapters will be smaller, probably no more than 3,500 words each. I know many love a big chapter, but also not long enough that becomes dreadful.

You see, Love, Health, Work Life, Growing up, getting Married and Future plans, have played a huge part ever since. From rekindling a relationship with an old friend (more like my high school best friend; who is now my wife) living in 2 different states in a expand on 5 years. To traveling through the East Coast (all I'm missing is 4 States to make it from end to end) and getting 3 surgeries back to back since 2015. Now at 30, I see, feel, and perceive life in a complete different way.

I now welcome you to embark with me in this new journey once again. Hopefully I'll be able to see some old faces here, and luckily I'll be able to create new connections. Recently life has caused me to come back not only here, but in other venues, full force. If you want to look at another side of my life, I also welcome you to look at my Tumblr & YouTube Channel. (Inbox me for Links).

Thanks so much for your valuable time! Till next time...

AEONVAR