Okay... Not much love for the Cullen Brothers (glances at a door behind her) don't worry I won't tell, but thank you to those who did review (smiles) it was much appreciated and I'm glad you're enjoying the story.

Here chapter two. Enjoy...


Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything of the Twilight saga, that's ALLStephenie Meyer.


Time went on, two months passed and the routine stayed as constant as ever.

The wound on Jaspers shoulder healed completely after two weeks. Edward and Emmett didn't let him do too much; telling him the less he did the faster it'll heal.

Jasper hadn't been at all too happy about it and grumbled and grimaced each time his brothers would walk into their bedroom with frowns on their faces or anger in their eyes. Aunt Giselle worked both the oldest and youngest to their limits, there were times were they couldn't even stay awake and ended up stumbling or falling face first into thing.

The school they were currently attending was Washington High School and their classes kept them busy, as well as their classmates. They had a few friends, but all of them were kept at arms length, almost like acquaintances. All three of them decided not to make any close friends, there was no point. They had to keep moving and attending different schools nearly each year and the hassle they recieved at home tired them out too much for them to keep track of any friends they'd have.

In most schools they had attended, they never made much friends and that was mostly due to their closeness as brothers. All three brothers did everything together, they went to school together, had lunch together, seek each other out at breaks, went home together and never was one seen without the others. It made them unapprachable in some ways and get them teased or ridiculed.

They never cared much for what others thought about them, but that still never stopped them from getting into fights with other school boys, be it by defending each other or by stopping someone from hurting their brothers. Mostly if anyone saw Emmett come at them they would make a mad dash for it or start mumbling and stuttering apologies. Emmett just had that built that screamed huge muscular angry jock coming at you and his protectiveness of his younger brothers was well known.

This sort of attitude also got the female population in their schools interested. They had all dated at some point. Emmett had the most number of dates than Jasper and Edward combined. Jasper and Edward never much cared for dating; they knew they were hot topics in school whenever they arrived, either it be in the beginning of the year or halfway into the semesters.

Edward could practically hear what type of thoughts they were having about him, even by looking at their expressions he knew what they wanted from him and that made him cringe away. Jasper felt the same way as his younger brother; he could practically feel their emotions getting the better of them whenever he was in their line of sight. He knew they wanted nothing more than to just devour him or just use him to get popular and nothing else. That didn't appeal to him at all.

Emmett on the other hand, relished in their attention, he was quite the flirt and knew just what the ladies wanted. But no relationship lasted more than two to three weeks with him and he usually never cared for them. Some of the girls he dated had been completely vain and self-centred, mostly all of them had a problem with the closeness he had with his brothers. They always accused him of caring more and spending more time with his brothers than he did with them and that was where Emmett drew the line.

If a girl could not accept the care and love he had for his brothers and thought of them as nuisances and burdens on him than he had no problem in dumping them right then and there and turning into the cold and angry protective brother he was well known for. That sort of attitude reminded him so much of their Aunt and he didn't wish to be in the presence of a person who thought and treated people the same way she did. One of her was quite enough.

The youngest two were glad when the school year ended and summer vacation finally started. The only downside was the weather as each day was as hot and windless as ever. Emmett had cheered them up when he bought a stash of frozen Ice Pops and a big tub of Cookie Dough ice cream. He knew he couldn't keep it in their freezer so he cleverly had it hidden at his work place. His boss didn't mind, Emmett was one of his best workers and he always praised his knowledge in cars and mechanics. Emmett's boss was the only one who knew about their Aunt's treatment toward them.

It was another hot day and Edward sighed silently with a sniff as he watched his eldest brother walk down the street to work. The garage was getting a lot of jobs lately and they needed as many hands to help as they could. His brother didn't mind of course, Emmett knew they needed the money.

Edward knew Emmett was going to stay till late and it was only nine in the morning. He sniffed again and turned back into the house and walking into the kitchen. Jasper was just finishing off cleaning the dishes. A note was already sitting on the countertop and Edward reluctantly picked it up, wiping his nose with the tissue he was holding.

He ended up with a blasted cold when a pair of twins sneezed on him in the book store. They had apologised and Edward told them not to worry about it before quickly running to the washroom to wash his face, hoping against hope that he wouldn't get ill.

But it was useless, it would have been fine; he had only started sneezing a little and had a sore throat, but his Aunt had put him on garden and attic duty and with the blazing sun, his headache rose, his body ached and he couldn't stop coughing and sneezing in the dusty attic, which aggravated his throat even further.

It didn't help that his immune system wasn't up to notch yet and he quickly developed a fever over the night. He knew he had gotten worse when he had groggily opened his fever filled eyes to see concerned Jasper hovering over him, telling him he had overslept. Edward had a hard time getting out of bed, but managed to get downstairs before Aunt Giselle came down. Emmett and Jasper didn't let him do any work, just telling him to relax. He didn't agree but the stuffed nose, headache and fever told him otherwise. He had fallen asleep on the couch for most of the morning and afternoon, but Emmett had woke him up before their Aunt arrived and they quickly prepared supper.

Edward didn't let on he was sick, he knew his Aunt wouldn't care so he felt no need in telling or showing her. Jasper made sure he took some cough syrup and pain killers before forcing him to go to bed early. That had been four days ago and he still had a stuffy nose, one of his ears hurt and his throat still ached, but his fever had gone down and he didn't feel as unwell as he had been before. He was sure today was going to be a quiet day and was glad for it.

Bringing his attention back to the note; Edward quickly skimmed through the list. Most of it was kitchen duty and making sure everything was spotless. Edward grimaced, he knew what that meant.

"Guess you know who'll be coming," said Jasper with a small smile as he noticed Edward's expression.

"She's actually bringing the guy here? Where he can see us?" said Edward sceptically with a sniff.

"Well of course we won't be anywhere near them. God knows we don't want a repeat of last time." Edward and Jasper both grimaced at the memory. Last time their Aunt brought a guy over; it got too intense and intimate too fast. They had no success in blocking out the sounds they were making nearly all night and had to resort to playing one of Edward's CDs to block out the sounds.

Edward shivered; Jasper gave him a concerned look thinking he was cold, but Edward just smiled reassuringly at his brother and said "don't remind me of that, I'm trying to permanently forget about it."

Jasper grinned, still looking unsure but decided not to pursue the topic, "Well at least we can use your new CDs as a way of distraction."

Edwards nodded and smiled brightly as he remembered his birthday, his mood becoming slightly better at the happy memory. Of course their Aunt didn't care at all for their birthdays and just kept to ignoring them, which was fine with them. Edward didn't want her to find out about the vanilla with chocolate covered ice cream cake his brothers got him for his birthday and the three brand new music albums currently stashed under his pillowcase. Emmett had got him the latest in rock music and Jasper –much to his nickname – made him a disc of jazz and classic music of all his favourite artists.

He had immediately put the CDs in the CD player and all three of them stayed in their room, just listening and singing along while trying to finish their homework. It was the best day ever, he spend it all with his brothers, got to hear his favourite music and was even able to play a few songs from the piano with Emmett and Jasper playing their guitars when Aunt Giselle went out on a date for the whole day. It wasn't much, but he didn't care. It wasn't often they got to just goof off for a day and relax, he cherished those days most.

"We should have our little concerts more often. I miss them," Edward said his voice slightly cracking as Jasper took the list from him and looked it over.

His brother smiled at him and placed a hand on Edward's forehead to check his temperature while reading the list, "I know, I miss them too. I couldn't believe we still remembered those songs so well."

Edward chuckled, he hated it when his brothers fussed over him, but didn't rebuke them, "Well we have been playing and singing them for a long time."

Like their mother before them, all three brothers had the gift of a beautiful voice. Their mother always praised them of their harmonious voices whenever they sang together and every Christmas they would go out singing Christmas carols with neighbours and friends. It used to be a lot of fun.

Jasper nodded, smiling at the memories before ruffling Edwards hair playfully, satisfied that his temperature was not rising, "Come on let's get started on the list and then we'll head over to the book store. Unless you want to stay home and rest, I think some more sleep will do you some good," encouraged Jasper, worry clouding his brown eyes.

Edward gave him a look, no chance was he staying home. They had made him rest and stay in bed for the past four days and he was already sick of it. "Nope, I'm coming with," he grinned as Jasper sighed and shook his head, "what should we start on first?" he said cheerfully, his voice sounded weird with his blocked nose and he grimaced.

Jasper laughed at his expression. "Stop being so cute Eddy."

Edward scowled his brother, "I'm not cute and don't call me Eddy. It's Edward."

"Whatever you say Eddy," Edward pouted and cuffed his brother over the head.

"Hey," said Jasper and punched him lightly on shoulder to retaliate.

"You started it," Edward grinned and punched him straight back.

"Why you little—" and Jasper launched onto his brother, trapping him into a not too tight headlock.

Edward struggled for a few minutes before broking free and then both brothers tussled and chased after each other around the house, releasing some bent up energy and enjoying what they hadn't got the chance to do in so long. It was after they finished, wrestling playfully on the floor and were now on their way to the book store did Edward realise that they had grown up very quickly. Ever since they moved in with their mother's sister, they could no longer enjoy their childhood like they used to and were forced to mature faster than they should have.


The day at the book store was quiet during the morning but they knew it was going to get busy in the afternoon. There weren't any aggravated or frantic college students coming in to search for books or too many children who liked to run around the store throwing books all over the place. Most that came during the morning were just browsing around and only bought a few books, which Edward was grateful for, the heat around him was giving him a headache and he was coughing and sneezing into his tissue, trying to be discreet so Jasper wouldn't get too worried.

Edward helped Jasper with the display in the middle of the store to showcase the arrival of a new sequel book that they stacked up on a purple cloth covered table. It was really popular and a lot of people had already put reservation on some of the copies already. Edward guessed there was just something about vampires in the book that appealed to everyone when Jasper explained the storyline to him.

The rest of the afternoon passed by quickly and there were no more books left on the table. They sold out as quickly as they came. Edward had a hard time keeping his voice normal as it had cracked a few times when he talked, which landed him into an annoyed situation for a while with no help from his brother, who was laughing away behind the counter.

It was nearing six o'clock when the two brothers finally hurried their way back to the house. Edward was glaring at his brother, sniffing a little. He could sense Jasper was making fun out of him over the same thing and it was ticking him off. Why couldn't he quit it, it was both embarrassing and annoying.

"Will you stop that," he demanded when they arrived at the front door and went in.

"Stop what?" asked Jasper with a smirk.

"That face that you've got on, it's getting annoying. You're still thinking about it," he grumbled as they made their way to the kitchen and he picked up the list, angrily looking it over.

Jasper chuckled and Edward knew he could feel his annoyance coming off him in waves.

"Hey it's not my fault she said your voice sounded cute all crackly like that," defended Jasper with laughter in his eyes.

Edward blushed slightly, glaring at his brother, "it's not funny." His voice cracked again at the last word and his blush deepened as Jasper laughed.

"I'll have to disagree little brother," countered Jasper as he plucked the note out of Edward's hand and placed it back on the island. "Your face was hilarious."

Edward growled, not trusting himself to talk and was about to punch his brother when a voice interrupted them.

"What was hilarious?" ask Emmett as he came into the kitchen with a smile.

"Nothing," said Edward quickly.

"Eddy got an admirer today," said Jasper with a grin.

Emmett grinned as well and slung an arm over Edward's shoulder, giving him an approving look. Edward groaned.

"Well done little bro, just like a Cullen. So what happened?" he asked excitedly.

"Nothing happened," Edward defended quickly.

"Just a girl who said Eddy here was so cute and handsome and reminded her of a fictional book character," said Jasper with a grin.

"It doesn't mean anything," cried Edward with a blush.

"She couldn't stop staring at him."

"Did she follow him around?" asked Emmett amused.

"No she didn't," inputted Edward, trying to struggle out of his older brother's hold.

"Yep she did. She kept on giggling and sighing whenever he did something and she kept commenting on his looks."

"She was talking about the book character. We're nothing alike."

"She thought his voice was all cute and sexy and asked if he had an accent."

"Oh really?" Emmett wiggled his eyebrows teasingly at his brother and Edward resisted the urge to throttle both his brothers.

"I told her I was sick."

"Was she cute?"

"Of course," said Jasper with a smirk, "cute little thirteen years old I ever met."

"Ooo Eddy, going for the younger ladies these days is we."

"NO. She just kept comparing me to that fictional character," he sounded aggravated, his voice cracking.

Emmett grinned, "Bet she thought her hero in shining armour was finally real."

"Actually it was a vampire book," added Jasper calmly, the smirk still in place.

Emmett laughed and Edward growled at him, "A hero with shiny fangs then. How'd you lose her? You didn't bite her or something," he joked.

"She left after he hid in the history of mechanics and business section for nearly an hour. Mrs Appleton saw the whole thing too," Jasper chuckled as Edward face turned bright red, "she told him he was very sweet and adorable for playing along with the little girl like that."

Edward elbowed Emmett in the stomach, successfully freeing himself. "Mrs Appleton knew what was going on; she was just too polite to tease me. Unlike some people," said Edward directing a glare at Jasper.

Jasper only grinned as Emmett laughed, "You need a girlfriend Eddy. She'll be able to keep all the other ladies at bay."

Edward made a face and opened his mouth to say something, but a sudden strong tickle in his throat stopped him and he started coughing. He grabbed onto the island and one hand came up to his mouth as he coughed. He felt his older brothers' move to his side, one patting his back while the other gripped him by his arm, steadying him.

He stopped after a few minutes, his throat hurting like hell and he swallowed a few times. He moved his hand away and straightened up. The arm was still gripping him and he looked to see Jasper smiling at him with concern. Edward gave a small smile back, "I'm okay," his voice came out raspy and hoarse and he grimaced as Jasper frowned.

"Here," a glass of water was placed in front of him and he quickly took it, drinking it down. The cold water felt good down his throat and he sighed when he finished, rubbing his face.

He passed the glass back to Emmett, "I hate having a cold."

"Well you had it enough times, you should be used to it," joked Emmett, "you sit Ed, I'll make you some chicken noodle soup."

"But the list?" he rasped out as Jasper forced him to take a seat on the high stool.

"Most of its just cooking Ed, we can get it done. You just eat you're chicken soup when it's done," said Jasper, ruffling his younger brother's bronze hair before he started getting everything ready.

The rest of the evening was spent with Edward trying to finish his chicken noodle soup while watching his brothers prepare the meal for their Aunt. He had tried to help, but they didn't let him do much and just redirected him to the piano and told him to play something.

He grumbled about it for a while until his fingers touched the keys and he completely immersed himself into the music he was playing. He played a few songs that he and his brother singed along to. He had to laugh as his brothers sang in the kitchen, changing their tone of voices from high pitched to really low and he joined them with his own voice. He loved singing with his brothers, it reminded him of a time they didn't live with their Aunt and were surrounded with family that loved them.

His father didn't have much of a singing voice, but that never stopped him when they went out Christmas carolling or singing songs in family gatherings. His mother family practically demanded it and he remembered how happy everyone was when they were all together.

He especially remembered his Uncle Carlisle and Aunt Esme; he missed them a lot and wished he could see them soon. Carlisle Cullen was a very successful doctor, he would always play with him and his brothers, taking them out whenever he was visiting, treating them and always helping them with any problems they had. He remembered his uncle as a compassionate and kind man; he could always tell by just looking at someone if they were upset or hurt, there wasn't much they could hide from him.

Even when they tried to throw him a surprise birthday party, he remembered Carlisle had a knowing grin on his face the whole time or the time Jasper was bullied one time at the park and Emmett got hurt in a fight defending Jasper, they had come home when Carlisle and Esme were visiting and he remembered he was sitting on Esme's lap when he saw his brothers walk in and quickly made their way upstairs. Edward had followed them and they told him what happened. Carlisle had come up to call them down and with one look he knew Jasper was upset and Emmett was hurt. He calmed Emmett's temper, treated his bruises and comforted Jasper. His uncle always knew what to say and do to make them feel better and he missed him.

Their Aunt Esme was no less kind or compassionate like their uncle, but she cared and loved them, treating them like they were her own sons, giving them loving kisses and greeting them with hugs. He loved it when his mother and Esme would cook together; they usually let him help make chocolate chip cookies and lick the spoon later. He knew his Aunt Esme could never have children of her own and that was why she mothered them as much as their own mother. Elizabeth and Esme acted more like sisters than his mum did with her own sister.

An ache rose in his chest as he remembered his other Aunt and only Uncle. How he wished he could see them, he didn't know where they were, but he has always hoped they would bump into them somehow, someway, but it wasn't to be, especially when they've been moving around so much.

A hand rested on his shoulder and he jumped, he didn't notice anyone come in.

"You alright there bro?" asked Emmett with a sad smile.

"Yeah," he nodded, a little confused with the concern Emmett was showing and then he realised the music he was playing. He didn't realise he had started to play something else while day dreaming, but he recognised it as a piece his mother taught him. One she had made whenever she longed for something. He had loved the way it sounded; it was a light, slow and melodious tune and all three brothers knew it well.

"We miss them too," Emmett said softly and Edward smile lightly up at him and sniffed, "come on, let's eat. Aunt Giselle and her boyfriend will be back in a few, we'd best be upstairs when they do."

Edward looked at the time and it was nearly ten o'clock, how had time passed by so quickly without him noticing. Nevertheless he got up, closed the cover over the keys and followed Emmett into the dining room.


The pub was crowded and nosy, it smelled of alcohol and smoke, and it was hot, even with the windows open it did nothing for the heat. But she didn't care; she knew she'll be in a much nicer and fancier place later and didn't care much for what was going on around her.

It was ten o'clock and Giselle had been in the pub for nearly two hours. She had finished work late, trying to finish all that damn paper work for her boss. She hated it all, but the office job was the only one she could get at the moment. The pay was good, she couldn't fault that, but she preferred something different.

Unlike her family she did not go into anything musical, she had no talent for it. She had been a business major and also dabbled in hair and beauty. But at the moment she could not find a desirable job and or start up her own hair and beauty salon. She needed money for that and with every different job she had been saving up.

But of course with the way she was spending her money with shopping, keeping track with the latest fashion and moving to a different location to suit her job, she was slowly growing penniless. Even her inheritance was almost gone, not enough to help her with her pursuit.

Giselle sighed as she looked around the pub; it was filled with couples and groups of men and women. The bar at the far end was full and she let her eyes roam over the men working behind the counter. They were quite will built and handsome, well her Justin was just as handsome and desirable. Beside her penniless pockets, she knew her man was wrapped around her finger. How could he not be, she knew she was beautiful, attractive, everywhere she went she always felt men gaze at her in appreciation and women in jealousy. She was what every man desired, she was perfect. It took her a long time to gain this image and she was definitely milking it.

But what were not perfect were the three ruffians she was in charge of. All three brats were dumped on her when her perfect sister and her husband kicked the bucket. She had no choice but to take them in and she hated every minute she was with them. They were nothing but a painful reminder of how perfect they are and how perfect her sister was in her life.

Giselle scowled and took a sip of her drink as she remembered her sister, the favourite in the family. She knew her parents looked at her as the favourite, how could she not be, being smart, beautiful and oh so talented with the family trade.

Giselle envied Elizabeth's natural beauty and talent; she got everything without even asking for it, perfect grades, perfect graduation and perfect job, while Giselle had to work for it all. Her parents even dotted on her, she had been just so perfect that Giselle hated staying anywhere near her without being spiteful.

And then she went and meet Edward Cullen Senior, the man was handsome and successful. She couldn't believe her sister had bagged a man like that, she had tried to sway him to her, but everything she did was for not, he only had eyes for her perfect and ungrateful sister. She had found love while Giselle had not and then the three brats were born.

She did not come visit them, always making up excuses and travelling so much that they wouldn't get a chance to contact her. The only time she was near her was at their parent's funerals and at her own. She could not avoid it, her darted brother-in-law's brother, Carlisle Cullen, yet another perfect man she could not claim, found her and informed her of her sister's death and she had no choice but to attend.

And then the custody of the brats went to her. For ten years she put up with them and she only needed one to get what she wanted. Giselle had read her sisters and husband's will and she had a chat with her own lawyer. She just needed one of those freaks to sign one sheet of paper for her too have all of their inheritance, it was rightfully hers after all. She was the eldest; everything that her parents left behind belonged to her.

If it wasn't for that wretched Edward Cullen Senior, she could have easily gotten to the inheritance and dumped the three brats in an orphanage. She cared little for her three nephews, especially for the youngest. Her youngest nephew looked so much like her sister, even having the same green expressive eyes as her. She loved it when she saw the fear and terror in those eyes whenever she saw him. She enjoyed it, she felt superior whenever she saw the helplessness in all three brothers eyes. That was how she wanted her own sister to look at her, to have felt jealously, be feel unworthy and unwanted, exactly like how she used to feel.

Giselle looked at her phone and noticed that another hour has already passed, her annoyance and frustration for her nephews quickly shifted to her boyfriend. Ugh men can be so useless; she already gave him about twenty text messages and rang him ten times. Normally she always asked where he was and what he was doing and he would reply back, keeping it short and simple. But he hadn't returned her calls or replied back to her messages.

Her frustration grew as another hour passed by as she entertained herself by flirting with the pub male employees and ignored the cat calls directed towards her. She continued to contact him, but he wasn't answering.

Oh when she got her hands on him, he was so going to regret making her wait for so long. How dare he? It was nearing past one when she was no longer entertained and she called Justin again, by the third call he picked up.

"What?" came a gruff voice from the other line.

Giselle's eyes narrowed and she suppressed a growl, "where are you? You were supposed to meet me three hours ago."

"Ah Giselle, sorry babe but I don't think this is working out," Justin's tone came out emotionless.

"What? What do you mean?" she concentrated on his voice, ignoring the noise around her.

"You know what I mean. I'm just not feeling it with you anymore Giselle. I'm breaking up with you."

"WHAT?" she shrieked out, "you can't break up with me."

"I just have. You're just too controlling and bossy Giselle, a man can just take so much. I don't want to hang around a chick like that. Sorry babe but I'm ended this."

"But you can't. Now you listen here you –" but he cut her off by disconnecting. She gave out a growl and quickly called him again, but it wouldn't connect. She guessed he turned his phone off completely.

Giselle sat in the chair fuming as she gazed at her phone. One minute she was thinking about taking him to her house for a special night and now she was sitting alone, past midnights thinking of throttling him. How dare he break up with her, she was not controlling or bossy. Ugh, the nerve of that man. She tried calling him again and again but it still wouldn't connect.

Anger soon turned into despair as she kept trying. This can't be happening to her, what did she do wrong? What did she do to deserve this? This can't be her fault. Did he find out something about her that he didn't agree with? This was the first time she was going to take him to her house, she was dressed up beautiful and pretty just for him, she had made so much effort with herself and he just broke up with her.

Despair quickly turned to frustration. The three hours wait should have clued her in, Justin just left her here all alone in a pub in the middle of the night. Did he even care? She clutched her phone tightly in her hand. "I was going to take him to my house, I was being so generous. He was so lucky to have me and now he just... dumped me. Why would he? How could he?"

She thought about what was awaiting for her at home, she had everything prepared; she even made sure to list all of his favourite food. Her nephews would have everything read– Giselle's eyes widened.

Her Nephews.

Did he find out about them? Did Justin, like so many others, couldn't stand to be with a woman who had children to take care of? That's it. That had to be it. It couldn't have been her fault. It was those brats. Giselle's eyes narrowed, her sister's sons.

Giselle took a few minutes to compose herself and she looked up, everyone in the pub was still enjoying their time, the numbers diminished, but it was still noisy. Her gaze fell on the bar and she saw a few seats empty.

She sighed, well what better way to spend the rest of the night than to drown her sorrows in alcohol.


It wasn't until four in the morning did Giselle stumped into the foyer of her house; it was a miracle she even made it home. One of the bartenders at the pub became concerned with the amount of alcohol she had consumed and to be safe he had called a cab for her to take her home. Giselle didn't care and told them do whatever they wanted, her recent breakup consuming her mind.

Giselle stumped and tripped over to the white couch. It was still dark, but she knew dawn will slowly start to creep up soon as she looked out the window. She grimaced at the thought of the natural warm light and looked away, her eyes settling on the large black instrument sitting in the corner.

Her grimace worsened and she glared at the piano. It was gleaming from the street lights, showing off how well kept, polished and dust-free it was. Of everything in her house she wished she could get rid of that thing.

It brought nothing but memories of jealousy and how talentless she was. Her wretched sister favourite piano, Giselle remembered all the time she made their mother sit with her and play. Never did their mother have time for her; no she was always with Elizabeth, not caring that another daughter sought out for her attention.

Giselle slowly stood up, her befuddled mind grasping at the hated memories. It was all her dead sister's fault she was like this; she took all the skill and talent and left Giselle with nothing. She had been the favourite one, the special one while Giselle was nothing.

"You think you're so special," she thought as she continues to glare at the piano, almost seeing her sister sitting there playing with that god forsaken smile on her beautiful face, taunting her.

"I'll show you," her hands clenched in a tight fist, she wanted to break something, to whip that smile off her sisters face, to cause her pain.

Giselle turned abruptly around almost tripping and made her way into the kitchen. She leaned on the island, ignoring the food spread out upon it and took a moment for the dizziness to settle.

She straightened up after a while and walked to the far end of the kitchen. She opened the lowest draw and a feral grin spread across her face as she found what she was looking for.

She let out a wild giggle as she picked up the heavy tool and weighed it in her hands. "This will do just fine, let's see how long you'll keep smiling sister," she thought and she turned around and tore her way back into the living room, walking steadfast to the piano.

It was gleamed and shined innocently at her and she stood right in front of it. Her glazed eyes gazing down at the engraved signatures on the keys cover. Her sister writing as elegant and beautiful as always etched onto the wood.

She brought the hammer up and turned it so the solid metal claw was facing the writing and with the same feral grin she swiftly dug and scraped the hammer over the signatures, erasing them and craving a misshaped trail over it. She continued until she couldn't see the writing anymore and she relaxed and sighed.

"Well that felt better than I thought," Giselle alcohol consumed grin turned to the rest of the piano and she slowly gripped the top large lid and bought it up. She gazed down at all the strings and material making the magnificent instrument and she raised the hammer.

"Let me silence you for good."


(A/N) Well chapter two is done and done, How do you think Edward is going to react? Will he confront Giselle? and what about Emmett and Jasper?

Sorry if there were any spelling/grammar mistakes and please let me know what you think. Did you love it? Hate it? Like it? You gotta let me know guys... or... or I'll sick one of the Cullen brothers on you, yep that's what I'll do... or maybe Rosalie (grins sheepishly and hears noises behind the door).

Ramadan Mubarak to those who are keeping a fast, hope it's going well and may this month be successful to you and your families (smiles).

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