I've decided to rename Ressurection as Rebirth Of The Mystery, OH! And I don't own Twilight or its characters, Stephenie Meyer does. Almost forgot that. Read and enjoy!

Rebirth Of The Mystery

Part Two: Vampires Will Never Hurt You

And if the sun comes up will it tear the skin right off our bones
And then as razor sharp white teeth rip out our necks I saw you there
Someone get me to the doctor, someone get me to a church
Where they can pump this venom gaping hole
And you must keep your soul like a secret in your throat
And if they come and get me
You put the spike in my heart

And if they get me and the sun goes down
And if they get me take this spike and

Can you take this spike?
Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless
Night time sky
Can you take this spike?
Will it wash away this jet black feeling?

And now the nightclub set the stage for this they come in pairs she said
We'll shoot back holy water like cheap whiskey they're always there

Can you take this spike?
Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless
Night time sky
Can you take this spike?
Will it wash away this jet black now?I'll never let them, I'll never let them
I'll never let them hurt you not tonight
I'll never let them, I can't forget them
I'll never let them hurt you, I promise

Struck down, before our prime
Before, you got off the floor
Can you stake my heart? Can you stake my heart?

Can you stake my heart? Can you stake my heart?
And these thoughts of endless night
bring us back into the light
and this venom from my heart

Can you stake my heart? Can you stake my heart?
And these thoughts of endless night
bring us back into the light
kill this venom from my heart

Can you stake me before the sun goes down?

"So let me get this straight, that cat," my mother said (for the seventh time), pointing a finger at Hope, "is... was?... a demon?"

"Apparently so." I shrugged.

"And our family..." she turned the finger towards herself now.

"Yeah, basically."

"... And we're..."

"Yeah, that's still the thing I'm not clear about, but I'm just going with it, for sanity's sake."

My mother nodded slowly, absorbing the information. "I see."

There was a long pause.

"Well, in the meantime, would you like something to eat?" Daphne asked me, clasping her hands together in a 'let's get down to business' sort of way, looking at me expectantly.

"Uh, sure, I'm starving." I responded.

My mother got up and made her way to the other room. I could hear her clattering and crashing around in the kitchen. I sighed. My mother would always be my mother.

Abruptly, it dawned on me. The Cullens! I needed to call them NOW.

"You'll be needing this," my mother was in the doorway, and when I looked up, she tossed me something. I looked in my hand to see my cell phone.

"Thanks." I said to her, giving her a quick smile. Well, I could never put it past her anyways.

"You're welcome, dear." And with that, she returned to the kitchen.

I turned my attention back to the phone; I flipped it open, and just as I was about to dial, I jumped as it rang in my hands. I pressed talk and put it to my ear.

"You sure have good timing." I told the caller.

"Well, that's what happens when you have a psychic as a sister." Edward chuckled, not unhumorously.

"Yeah, me too, wish I had a psychic sister to know when a recently departed friend of mine has come back to life, frankly—" Edward cut me short.

"Yes, speaking of that, how did you come back to life?" He asked.

"Well, you could say a little kitten had something to do with it, if you know what I mean." I replied.

"I'm not exactly sure what you mean..." Edward said, and by the tone of his voice, I knew the gears were turning inside his head, trying to decipher my response. "You mean..."

"The kitten my mother found brought me back to life." I heard silence on the other end, and, not sure if it was an encouraging sign, I continued, "and it just so happens that kitten is a demon that my ancestor, a thousand years ago, sealed into the form of a cat. And you know what else, my family and I are—and were—Elementals!!! What the HELL is that about??!!" I nearly screamed into the phone, growing hysterical.

"Hannah, please, watch your language," my mother sighed the typical good parenting spiel.

"Yes mom." I drawled as Edward was snickering on the other line.

"Edward, stop laughing." I grumbled.

"I'm just glad you're back," he said, then his tone sank to a sadder tone, "it was tough, having you gone. We all missed you."

"I missed you too." I paused. "It was very boring up there, but I guess most people would called it peaceful, but that's just not for me, you know?"

"Oh, we know." Edward chuckled. Suddenly, the chuckling stopped. "You need to come here. Now. We need to see you, everyone's bouncing off the walls."

"Come and visit us, already!" Emmet's voice called in the background.

"I'll make your supper to go, then." Daphne's voice came from the kitchen.

How she does what she does, I'll never know.

"Is Alice there?" I asked Edward.

"No."

"Well, where is she?"

"She's going to get you, she said she couldn't wait and she wanted to get you herself. She left almost as soon as she had the vision, she should be there at the Toronto airport soon."

"How soon?"

"Very soon. Like, fifteen minutes soon."

"That soon?!"

"She was excited." Edward said simply.

"Well, it wouldn't surprise me," I sighed.

"Sounds like it did," Edward snickered.

"Can it, vampire boy" I muttered half-heartedly.

"Are you sure you want to mess with me, human girl?" He taunted.

"I think I can hold my own." I tossed back.

"Cream his keister!" Emmet called from the background.

"Sounds like I have a supporter." I said triumphantly.

"Be quiet, Emmet." Edward grumbled away from the receiver.

I could hear a chorus of beautiful laughs from the vampire family on the other end of the conversation.

"It's good to have you back." Edward said to me.

"It's good to be back. Any word on the Volturi?..." I asked in a hushed tone.

"No. They don't know you're back, yet."

"Yet." I repeated, weighing the word. They would find out eventually. "Anyways, back to the matter at hand, now that I'm alive and well again, and I'm coming by to visit, how long will I be staying for?"

"Stay as long as you have to, dear."

My mother had entered, carrying a plate of food (she had spoken the above sentence, just so you know, it wasn't Edward, that wouldn't have been right). "I thought you might as well eat it now and eat it quickly before your friend Alice comes here."

"Is Alice coming straight to my house?" I asked aloud.

"She didn't want to waste any time." Edward answered.

"But how..."

"In the vision, she saw you crawl out of your grave, then it suddenly went to you at your house, so Alice decided to go straight to your house." He elaborated.

"Oh." I said, taking a bite of lasagna, trying to finish it quickly.

"Is everyone, Alice exempted, there?" I asked.

"Yes; Carlisle, Esme, Jasper, Rosalie, Emmet, and myself." I was about to ask about Bella when he added, "and Bella's at school, you were wondering. They're all awaiting eagerly for your arrival. I heard that, Rosalie."

I had to snicker. "You missed me all the same, Rosalie." I chastised her.

"She did," I heard Jasper and Edward chorus simultaneously. Of course they would know, mind-reader Edward: able hear the thoughts of those around him, and empathic Jasper: able to sense the feelings of others. What a tag-team those two make. Very useful for ratting out untruthful sisters like Rosalie.

I could imagine Rosalie, sitting on the love seat with Emmet, arms crossed, pouting, but still hiding a smile. I took the final bite of my lasagna and took my plate to the kitchen, where I placed it in the sink. I said goodbye and hung up the phone.

"So, would you like to come along?" I turned to Hope.

The small kitten shrugged. "It would be interesting. I'll come."

I headed upstairs to pack at least nearly a week's worth of clothing. Better safe than sorry.

Just then, I heard the doorbell ring, then, "let's head 'em up and move 'em out! Come on, Hannah, we've got a plane to catch!"

"I think that was faster than fifteen minutes." I mumbled to myself, carting my bag down the stairs.

In the living room, I put down my bag and looked up to see a brimming–with–happiness Alice. Before I could blink, her small arms wrapped me in a crushing hug. She released me, allowing me to breathe again.

"It was nice seeing you again, Daphne," Alice said, flashing my mother a dazzling smile enough to knock any man off his feet, but my mother remain unaffected and smiled back waving, as Alice grabbed me by the wrist and snatched up my bag and hauled me out the door to a waiting yellow sports car that looked weird in my driveway behind my mother's slightly rusted midnight blue car.

"You're not leaving without me, are you?"

Alice and I turned back to see Hope sauntering down the driveway towards us.

"How...?" Alice began, turning to me.

"There'll be time for that later. You can call her Hope. Alice, Hope; Hope, Alice, good, let's get going." I said quickly.

Alice shrugged, shaking her head, and loaded my bag into the trunk. I picked up Hope, walked around the nose of the car to the passenger's side and as Alice was sliding into the driver's seat, I plopped down onto the chair next to her, Hope sitting in a dignified manner on my lap.

Alice turned on the car. "Ok, hold on tight everyone," she threw it in reverse, peeled out of my driveway, made a quarter turn, and floored it, leaving me clinging for dear life to the crash handles on the roof above my head and Hope digging her little claws into my thighs, "'cause it's gonna be a bumpy ride!"

I bit my tongue to prevent myself from screaming shrilly in terror, while Alice—bless her dear little undead heart— whooping madly with laughter at the top of her lungs as we sped down the highway.

"Alice!" I screeched at her, fearing for the life I had only recently reacquired, "I THINK WE ARE GOING FAST ENOUGH! I ALSO THINK THERE IS A LAW AGAINST GOING AT THE SPEED OF MACH TWO IN A CAR!!!!!"

"Oh, stop whining, you baby!" Alice laughed at me.

I gave her a, 'I better freaking arrive alive and in one piece, that's all I got to say,' kind of look and kept as quiet as suited. In return, Alice slowed down to a safer (though not necessarily safe) MACH one.

"Is she always like this?" Hope asked me.

"Happy and crazy? Yes. That is inevitable of Alice." I said matter–of–factly.

"I was leaning more to the crazy aspect..." Hope admitted quietly.

"Don't worry, Alice is harmless...mostly."

"That's very encouraging. Really."

"You know, I can hear you both very well." Alice piped up, pretending to be offended.

"We know." Hope and I chorused.

There was a short pause, and then Alice and I laughed vociferously (oh yeah, I'm using the big words now!) as Hope waited patiently for us to stop.

"I should ask you to please refrain from doing that again..." Hope said dryly.

"What's the matter? You're just a sour-puss!" I teased, mussing the fur on Hope's head. She growled, ducking away from me, and eyed me grimly.

She raised a beige paw at me, pointing accusingly. "No." Then she added, sullenly, "I don't like to be 'petted', thank you very much."

"Fine." I crossed my arms.

Alice giggled, flooring the car even further. "I want to make it before tomorrow night." She explained.

"For a cross country trip? I REALLY don't want us to be carving a path of death and destruction and inevitable speeding fines!" I protested.

"Don't worry, I'm not that hungry" Alice smiled.

"THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT!" I hissed.

Alice just laughed.

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We made it before the next nightfall. I NEVER want to go that fast again. The car was now parked in front of the Cullen house, magnificent as ever. I stepped out, frazzled, and was swarmed by the other Cullens in the blink of an eye. My mouth broke into a massive smile.

On the way there, I insisted we stop for the night, so at least I get some sleep. After some persuasion, a disappointed Alice pulled over and stopped at a hotel—the best one she could find within a three-mile radius of our route—and I got some much needed—if meager—sleep. But since vampires can't sleep, for Alice it was just a time to wait anxiously for morning. Well, before morning; there wasn't much cloud cover today, so Alice had decided to leave before the sun came up. And that's why I didn't get much sleep.

Esme was the first. She was there in a flash, crushing me in her embrace. Then Emmet, with his own bear hug, then ruffled my hair brotherly, beaming almost from ear to ear. In fact, everyone was. Even Rosalie. Then Carlisle broke through the crowd and I wrapped the perpetually twenty-four-year-old doctor in a hug.

I separated from Carlisle to see Rosalie come up next. She pursed her lips, as if deliberating wether or not she was happy I was back. Evidently, she was; she smiled and put out a hand. I shook it. Only Jasper and Edward were left now. I turned to my right, and there was Jasper. I reached out a hand, expecting him to shake it. But he paused, then tentatively held out his arms. I was surprised, then, walked up and gave him a cautious hug. When the hug ended moments later, Edward had appeared.

Edward had his hands in his pockets, and he stood casually, smirking slightly. "We're glad you're back." he said compassionately.

"I'm glad to be back. It couldn't end like that." I said quietly, smiling uncertainly, remembering.

I approached him, pausing for a moment before hugging him. He patted my back comfortingly.

'How bad was it?' I asked him in my head grimly.

'Pretty bad, Esme Alice and Bella took it the hardest, I think; it was bad for us all. Bella regretted not being there—she couldn't come to the funeral.' Edward answered cheerlessly.

'I see.' Was all I thought.

We broke from the hug, and I asked, "where is Bella? Home?"

"Work." Edward replied.

"Oh." I mumbled. It really wasn't a true reunion without Bella.

"She'll be here later, she'll be amazed that you're alive again."

"Speaking of that, how did you come back?" Carlisle inquired.

"I didn't know you could come back from the dead..." Emmet piped in.

"Well, to tell you the truth, I didn't come back; I was brought back..." I motioned to Hope, who sat at my feet. "By her."

"The cat?" Rosalie said skeptically.

Edward regarded Hope curiously, then a look of amazement dawned on his face. "I can hear her... her thoughts."

"Hello, I believe we've met before." Hope spoke.

They looked at her in amazement.

"But at the funeral, I didn't hear any thoughts coming from you." Edward said.

"That's because I didn't want you to know my thoughts at the time." Hope elaborated.

"Do you know how much money we could make with a talking cat?"

"Emmet, be quiet." Rosalie smacked the back of Emmet's head with a loud, rock-like THUNK.

"How is this possible?" Carlisle asked in disbelief.

"It's a long story..." I said nervously.

"Let's go inside, then." Esme suggested, leading us into the house.

"Now, tell us everything," Carlisle said, "right from the beginning."

"Like I said, It's a long story. Very long. Hope, how 'bout you tell them?"

"Well, it all started several thousand years ago..." Hope began.

Would it be rude to get a few Z's in while Hope was telling the story? Maybe, but hey, it wasa very long story.


And here's part two! I hope you enjoyed it. And please, tell me what you think. R&R!