trying out an idea. i moslty know where it's going, but the plot is subject to change. rating might go up due to anguage and possible smuttyscenes later. anyhoo, here's the summary that isn't in the preview:

Izzy Calaspy has only been a vampire for a short ten years and is still struggling with her bloodlust. When her Sire welcomes the Cuspo family to stay with them for a while, Izzy is in for a blast from her past.

(btw, the only non-canon pairing will be jacob/OC and it shall be a gay-slash-yaoi-homo-boylove pairing. don't like it, don't read it. i'm just giving you a heads up.) (oh, and the smuttyscenes i mentioned earlier... no gay smuttyscenes will be included in this fic. the most i'mm go with the gay paring is kissing, hugging anf hand-holding.)

anyhoo, i do't wanna giva away too much of the plot. i'm probably also going to make a companion fic for jacob's story and whatnot (possibly with gay smuttyscenes). well, that is if i really get this story going. i have serious lack-of-motivation problems when it comes to writing.

oh well. on with the fic!


"We're moving to Colorado." Carlisle waited for a reaction from either Edward or Alice, or even Jasper. Rosalie, Emmett and Esme were all out hunting for the night, and he'd already told them. Now all he had to do was tell Edward, Alice and Jasper.

Neither Alice nor Edward ever recovered from leaving Bella ten years ago. Alice lost her best friend and Edward lost the love of his life. They both lived like zombies now. They'd already lived in two towns since Forks, moving on to Silverthorne, Colorado seemed like the thing to do. Perhaps having a couple more vampires to talk to would help Alice and Edward open up. "There's a friend of mine who is also a doctor. It's only him and his daughter now that his son has moved away and he's getting very lonesome, so we're moving into the flat above his apartment." Still no reaction.

Jasper, trying to break the tension that was currently frying his nerves spoke up. "Sounds good. We haven't been to Colorado since I joined you guys. What's our last name going to be?"

"Emmett thought 'Cuspo' would be a good idea. Not quite certain where he got that name from."

Edward chuckled. The action seemed foreign to him, like walking after a long car ride. he noticed people were staring at him. "He's been watching cartoons a lot lately." No one seemed to understand what he was talking about. "On Nickelodeon, there's a cartoon creation team called Kalasky Csupo, but Emmett always thought the voice-over was saying Calaspy Cuspo."

Hm, I guess that explains why he was so excited when I told him we were moving in with the Calaspys.

"Yea, probably."

Alice smiled. "So I'm guessing we're going to see the Calaspys?"

"Yes. I'd like you three to start packing. I've already gone to the bank and to the hospital. We're all set to disappear. No one will ever hear of the Greysons again."

"I'm already packed." Alice got up and began talking to the garage door. "I'm going out for a run. Alone."

Jasper sat down again and shot Alice a worried glance. He could feel the apprehension coming off her in waves.

She shot him a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, I just need to let off some steam."

Jasper stood, but walked toward the staircase. Without facing her or stopping his ascent of the stairs, he whispered, "Love you."

Alice, as the door to the garage was shutting, whispered back, "Love you too."

Edward clenched his jaw. Though the exchange was brief, it still hit him like a mallet. His spark of good mood brought on by Emmett's cartoons vanished as if it was never there in the first place. His heart tightened and ached. He tried, but no matter how much he wanted to not be reminded of her, Bella's face filled his mind. He sighed, but the breath came out with a shudder, as if he were holding back tears.

Carlisle sat on the couch where Alice just got up from. "Edward, I think this will be good for you. You can open up to these people like you can't with family. I know you feel like you can't talk to us, but maybe you can talk to someone outside the situation."

Edward made no move to indicate he was listening.

Carlisle went on. "Izzy Calaspy is around your physical age and she's only a few years deceased. Maybe you two could help each other out. She's having trouble adjusting.

"Why should I be the one to help her? Shouldn't Dr. Calaspy be the one to teach her since he changed her?"

"He's not her peer and I believe that it would be easier adjusting if it were her peer teaching her."

"I'm not her peer either. I'm probably a hundred years older than her." Edward sighed again. This time it came out smooth, practiced. His emotional shield was back in place. "And what about her brother? Why couldn't he teach her?"

"He moved to the west coast a little over a year ago with his lover. She's been alone with Dr. Calaspy since then."

"I still don't see why it has to be me who helps her. Both Em and Rose are younger than me."

"You look like her peer and you act like a teenager most of the time. Especially lately."

Edward finally looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"You're angst and depression are extremely juvenile. Frankly, Esme and I are desperate to make you happy again, or at least alive." The words themselves sounded cold, but his voice was concerned. Carlisle always worried about his family. Much more than Edward thought was necessary.

"I'm not alive, though, in case you haven't noticed. I thought that with you being a doctor and all, you'd be able to tell if there was a heartbeat in me or not." Edward stood up. He followed Jasper's rout up the stairs. "I don't want to talk right now. I'll pack and meet this chit. Maybe I'll try mentoring her. No promises."


Alice slowed her run and climbed a tree. She knew that she was far enough away that Edward wouldn't be able to hear her thoughts even if he were searching for them. She knew he wouldn't, but she had to get far enough away as she waited for her vision. She'd become used to watching for when visions would come ever since Jasper brought up the possibility that she might have a vision about Bella and that would just make Edward go catatonic for weeks again. She hadn't had any visions of Bella in the past ten years, though that meant nothing when it came to the possibility of having them in the future.

Alice leaned against the tree trunk and waited. The image of a white sterile room filled her mind. There were medical supplies in boxes and on shelves. There were four chairs, each of which had a wall for privacy between them and a small desk-like counter in front of them.

On the opposite side of the desk-counters as the chairs were two people, both sitting on the counterpace that lined the wall. The boy, she instantly knew, was Edward. The girl, on the other hand, Alice did not recognize. She had long, straight black hair. Too black. Dyed? Her white skin shown with the powder of makeup and her red eyes (obviously colored contacts) blazed. She'd had a small hoop in her left nostril and a small spike in the center of her bottom lip. Her ears both had large holes, probably a centimeter wide, with pieces of plastic filling them. Alice had seen these at the school they'd most recently attended. It was a fad that had reached their small town only in the last two years.

Alice didn't understand why Edward was spending time with this post-modern gothic girl. Her red contacts looked tacky and theatrical in their vibrancy. Edward would never go for a girl like that. She'd go for someone with natural beauty. Someone who didn't try overly hard to alter her appearance. Someone like Bella.

Alice banished that thought as soon as it had come. She didn't want to be reminded that she'd been forced to leave the one friend outside of her family she'd managed to make since joining Carlisle's coven.

Alice devoted her full attention to the scene that played out in her mind. The gothic girl was talking. No, she was rambling. She moved very quickly, too quickly for Alice to focus on her face, so she only got the most basic details. She spoke quickly, though Alice couldn't hear the words. The girl began to get flustered and waved her hands frantically, still rambling. Edward was watching, the smile on his face growing as the panic on her's grew. Finally, Edward gripped her wrists, stopping her mid-ramble. She looked at him, nervousness plain on her face. Slowly, he let go of one of her wrists to touch her neck. His hand traveled to her ink-black hair and rested behind her head. He brought her face close to his, hesitating. The gothic girl took the initiative then and closed the gap between their faces in a chaste kiss.

Then the vision ended. Edward's smiling face lingered in the foreground of her mind.

Alice got up and decided that she had to make this vision come true. She needed to have Edward be happy again. For the past ten years, his misery only fueled her own. At first she was angry at him for taking her away from her best friend, but when he asked her to think of how she'd feel if she no longer had Jasper, if she'd left him to protect him, and now she'd only felt pity for Edward. She knew he half-hated her for her pity, but she couldn't help it. It was that pity that made him stop listening to her thoughts. They no longer had secret conversations. They didn't confide in each other. She lost her favorite brother in Forks. Maybe if she could have her brother back, she'd be able to move on from not having her best friend.

Alice stood and dropped down from her spot in the tree. She began reciting the "Star Spangled Banner" as she ran home to help Jasper pack.