The phone call came on another stormy Forks night; I was getting ready for bed as I was interrupted by the urgent call. Charlie had answered, and then called my name as quickly as the phone call had ended. I had left the bathroom and ran down the stairs, being careful not to fall along the way. I slowly entered the kitchen and watched Charlie picking up dishes and proceeding to try to wash them, something which was a rarity for him. I was startled; something was wrong.

Charlie turned to face me, "your cousins coming to live with us for a bit." And then he left the room and quickly strode through the front door. I followed hastily, nearly knocking over the precariously placed vase which Renee had rearranged last time she was here; just for that purpose… so I wouldn't knock it over. I ran out into the rain, in my singlet and long spotted pyjama pants; something which I now regretted. I stumbled over the pavement and quickly picked myself up. Dad was racing towards the car, he was acting insanely. I ran over to him, "Dad!, calm down… what's wrong? What's going on? You need to tell me, now!" I grabbed his arm, the rain pelting down and turned him to me. He looked into my eyes, full with untamed grief, "Your aunt and uncle, they've been murdered."

I went silent, we both went silent. The rain kept falling, as he got into the car, he wound his window down, "I have to go there now, I don't know when I'll be back." I didn't want him driving in such a state, "Charl- … Dad, you're in no state to drive, let me drive you." He started the engine, "Bells, there's money in the drawer, I'll be back soon, I'm sure Alice won't mind staying over for a few nights." And with that he left, and I stood waiting on the pavement hoping that he would be ok.

I stood there for a few long minutes, watching the car drive away and hoping that he would fail to crash the car in his neurotic and grief stricken state. I looked down and realised I was drenched, the rain continued to pour, but I was too shocked to move or think. I hoped my cousin Mel was ok, she was always reserved and I know that Dad and his sister certainly had never really gotten along. I looked down the road and squinted through the rain, I saw Edwards's car coming down the street. He wasn't supposed to come over tonight, I wonder if he knew… of course Alice would have seen this.

I leant against the letter box, watched his car pull in and Edward hastily get out of his car and run over to me. He embraced me and kissed my forehead. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I just heard, and I think we should go inside, you're colder than me." I looked into his eyes, "I guess", I responded. I was too lost in thought.

When we got inside I walked into the kitchen, Edward sighed and looked at me whole heartedly, "sweetheart, you should go have a shower and get changed, then we can talk." I looked down, I'd forgotten about the rain, "Yeah, you're right." My abiltity to hold conversation wasn't really going well. I left Edward sitting in the kitchen while I headed up to the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later I proceeded down the stairs, guilty that I'd made Edward wait while I stared at the wall in the shower. I walked into the kitchen and Edward was standing next to the table in his grey overcoat with my stuff packed neatly into my knapsack. He smiled gently, "You can explain in the car, Esme has made you some supper, and im afraid it'll get cold if we don't head over soon." I knew he was worried about me being in the house alone, and this was his way of keeping an eye on me. I walked over and embraced him, after the warm shower I felt a shiver and he pulled away. Startled, I looked at the ground in embarrassment and told him we should go.

The car ride was mostly silent apart from me telling Edward about the murders. He spent most of the time looking out the window and making strange thought provoked faces. When we arrived at the Cullens, I grabbed my knapsack out of the boot and headed with Edward into the Cullen residence. It seemed quiet, but as we headed into the kitchen, I was greeted by Alice throwing her arms around me and asking me how I was. I was then embraced by Esme and told to sit down as she had made me some hot chocolate.

"I did try to make a focacia, but it turned out all wrong, I'm afraid it's been years Bella…" She looked embarrassed, but again looked over to me, "If you want I can order something in?" I smirked to myself; the only place open in forks would be that dodgy pizza place on Fifth Street. No thanks. I smiled to Esme, "Thanks Esme, but I'm too upset to eat." She smiled sympathetically, 'Well, we have the guest room set up for you and Edward, I'm sure you don't want to sleep on that seat up in his room…" Just then we were interrupted by Alice freezing and then turning to me in deep curiosity… "Bella," said Alice, "how well do you know your cousin?" I frowned and thought about it, "Not as much as I should, why?"

Alice raced upstairs and came back as quick as she'd left. In her hand she had one of Carlisle's books; she was flipping feverently through the pages until she came to the one she wanted. "Look, I've seen it, she's one of the Blackforest clan". I looked at Edward and then back at Alice, "Great. I suppose she killed her parents too?" I sighed, "I guess you'll have to ask her that." Alice said reading through the information that was plastered on the pages of the centuries old book. Great. Just great.