The sky was black. There was no moon out tonight and no wind but the light rustle of tree leaves could be heard. A small fairy-like creature flitted through the air, little flecks of dust skimming off the wings as it flew, leaving a glittering trail behind it. The creature smelled its next meal, a group of them. It would drain them all before anyone had a chance to notice.

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Isabella Swan-Cullen yawned, stretching as she sat up, awakening to her daughter bouncing on the bed, giggling loudly.

"Mommy! Daddy! Get up!"

"Bella!?" Edward's eyes shot open and he instantly jumped to his feet, looking around. Something was wrong! His vision –his hearing-his senses of smell-everything was muted and dulled, and what's worse; "I fell to sleep!" He hissed through clenched teeth.

"What-you don't-oh!" She trailed off. It hadn't occurred to her that it was unusual for her to sleep; she still had too many human memories to make it seem odd. "Maybe we just wore our selves out last night?" She offered even though the idea itself sounded ridiculous.

Edward wasn't convinced but the conversation would have to wait. Renesseme was tapping both their hands, sending the image of eggs and toast into their mind. Bella's stomach rumbled at the thought. She expected Edward to say something at the sound but he was too preoccupied in his own thoughts.

"I'm starving!" she exclaimed as she headed into the kitchen, husband and daughter following. "Lets go hunting sometime today." He nodded absently; scrambling an egg while Bella pulled out the frying pan and melted butter in it.

"I need to see Carlisle." He glared. Bella nodded, popping a piece of toast in the toaster. It wasn't hard to understand why. Something was seriously wrong here.

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Alice smiled as she opened her eyes. Her head was tucked under Jaspers chin, his soft breath ruffling the feathery tresses every few seconds. She lay there, trying to figure our what vision she was coming out of but nothing came to mind. Deciding it wasn't important she snuggled closer to her husband, small arms wrapping even tighter around his muscled torso.

He stiffened in her grasp, sitting up so suddenly she slid down to his lap.

"What's wrong?" She straightened her self, sitting up so she could look into the troubled blue eyes of her husband. Blue!?

"Jasper! Your eyes!" She reached out to touch his face as he echoed her movements. That's when she noticed something else. "Your scars!" His skin was pale and smooth, a perfect sheet of soft flesh. She didn't understand it. What had happened to change his appearance so much?

"Hello?" She didn't have much time to think, she heard her brother calling from down stairs. "Where is every body?" She ran to the door, calling out "We'll be down in a sec!" She ran back to the closet, pulling on an outfit than hurrying down the steps. What was wrong with her? She was moving at a human's speed!

She got to the bottom of the steps, a visibly agitated Jasper following her. Edward was nowhere to be seen, Bella was standing in the doorway clutching blood palms.

"What happened?" Esme asked, worried, "whose blood is that?"

"Oh you tripped again?" Alice frowned, instinctively pulling her husband up the steps before he could catch a whiff of the blood. She frowned suddenly, looking at him. He didn't look hungry or crazed, simply: annoyed.

"I'm fine." Jasper whispered softly. "I don't smell anything."

"Me neither." She quickly ran through her head what would happen if she took him downstairs. Nothing. Nothing would happen. Cautiously she stepped down the steps, ready to bolt back upstairs if need be but Jasper didn't react, didn't act any different than if he was walking into the living room to talk to a friend.

"So your different too?" Edward asked his brother, a wet washcloth in his hand, pressing it to his wife's injured palm. It was more a statement than a question.

"What's going on?" Jasper asked, weak eyes still searching the room for signs of a threat. When Edward didn't answer he continued. "It must have been an attack, someone who has the ability to dull our senses. They must have snuck in here last night and-" he gritted his teeth, disgusted with his vulnerability. "They could have killed us if they wanted!"

No one had anything to say to that and after a minute Edward kissed Bella's forehead, saying he was going to talk to Carlisle down in his lab. Esme, Alice, Jasper, Bella and Nessie headed into the living room. The little girl flicked on the TV but the adults didn't pay it much attention, they where too busy lost in there own thoughts.

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Rosalie sat up suddenly. What had happened? Last thing she remembered it had been nighttime, her and Emmett had been occupying time in there favorite way when-nothing. Puzzled and more than a little frustrated she looked down to Emmett expecting some answerers out of him.

Instead he lay limp below her, eyes closed and mouth hung open. Sunlight spilled through the open windows over the both of them but she noticed with a terrifying jolt he wasn't glowing, wasn't sparkling at all.

She screamed Carlisle's name as loudly as she could before she could think, throwing her self-forward and shaking her husband roughly, screaming his name now. By the time Carlisle made his way up to her doorway Emmett had opened one eye, mumbling something unintelligible before rolling over.

"Why'd you scream?" Carlisle asked, stepping inside the ornate room. His tone said he wasn't surprised.

"I-I thought Emmett was dead!" She stammered, shaking him again. He sat up finally; she threw her self at him, holding him tight. Emmett pulled her back, puzzled.

"What's wrong Rose?" He asked, wiping a tear off her cheek.

"You didn't move! You're not reflecting! I thought you where d-de-" She couldn't make her self say the word. He chuckled, tilting her chin up so he could kiss her perfect, full lips.

"I'm fine babe. Nothin' could hurt me." His smile fell as he looked around for the first time, a frown finding his face instead. Every one who lived in the house was staring at them from the doorway. He gave them a questioning look but before he could say anything Alice was speaking to Carlisle.

"What's going on?" Her small face was scrunched up in confusion. She didn't like not knowing something; normally it was her job to know everything, for the family's safety if not her own curiosity.

He frowned as he meet the now brown eyes of his adoptive daughter. "I'm not quite sure how it happened but we seem to have, lost our etherealness, in fact, on all accounts we seem…well… human."

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