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Forks, Washington 2013

Edward PoV

I didn't like being away from Bella this long. I wondered how the others did it, going hunting without their signifigant other. Carlisle told me it gets easier as time goes on, but obviously, it would not. Renesmee could grow while I was away. Bella might need me. Something could happen. I was worrying too much. I leapt up and grabbed the mountain lion I had been tracking, draining it dry. I wanted to get back.

"What's so important back home, flyboy?" A vampire appeared right behind me, holding a long knife made of a tooth. From the look of it, the tooth had belonged to one of the Children of the moon, the beasts Caius had hunted down and destroyed long ago. Children of the moon had teeth that could cut vampire skin. This was not good.

I then noticed something extremely odd about this vampire. Her eyes were gold and the thoughts swirling through her head were like a vortex of information. Impossible to read without deep immersion. "Quel es votre vampire nom?" She said, trying to disguise something in her voice. A spark of amusement came when I realized she was from England. Still, she had asked me my name, so I was going to be polite even if she was not. "Mon nom est Edward Cullen Madamoiselle." I said simply. "Cullen? You know Carlisle, yes?" She said, suddenly interested. "Carlisle Cullen is my creator. You know him?" I said casually. "Oui, bien sûr! Emmenez-moi à lui! Immédiatement!" The vampire said, snapping back into French immediately. She wanted to see Carlisle now. Okay.

I gestured for her to come, and began my run home. Boy, Carlisle is going to have to explain one heck of a lot. I thought humorlessly.

Rebecca PoV

Carlisle's family is angry with him for never telling them the story about me. It makes sense why he never told. I leave no trace of myself wherever I go. I guess I shouldn't have forgotten Edward, but it was so long ago last time I saw him… Oh wait. It was shortly before and after the Volturi attacked his family. Silly me. I shouldn't be so absent minded. I'm a vampire for goodness sakes! I was concentrating pretty hard on something else, so I think its understandable how I forget things so easily.

"Where do I begin? Southampton, 1669, wasn't it Rebecca?" Carlisle's telling the story now. I hope he gets it right.