NOTICE: I do not own Twilight or its characters or concepts that I am not speculating on, and if you are Albino you are a vampire and should be proud of it.

YAY! Its 2am and I am perfectly awake. Therefore I write more. And I have been listening to Time is Running out by Muse constantly for the past 2 hours and I don't think I've memorized all the lyrics yet, that's strange. So I'm switching to Chicago by Sufjan Stevens which was 2 day's ago favorite song how sad I need a new song for today because technically it's Wednesday isn't that weird but fan fiction still thinks it's the 10th even though it's the 11th oh wait, time zones… I'm ahead by a couple hours that is absolutely bizarre usually I'm only an hour behind. Anyway this question was actually asked by my sister but got me thinking, so enjoy!

Chapter 2: In which Bella learns Edward's secret that he doesn't care she knows.

I woke up quickly realizing that I was not in Edward's arms; that was certainly different. Looking around I noticed that he wasn't even in the rocking chair that I often found him in or anywhere in the room at all. I was worried so I got out of bed, got out of bed, dressed myself in a t-shirt promoting recycling and jeans though Alice would protest and proceeded to descend the stairs for some breakfast and then to go to the Cullen's house. I grabbed a pop tart and impatiently drummed my fingers on the tabletop as the toaster did its job. Usually Edward wouldn't leave without telling me or writing a note but then again it was 3am so he probably expected to be back before I woke up. But still I was anxious you would think that Alice would have seen me waking up this early.

Taking my pop tart out to my old Chevy that still hadn't quit on me I drove at my truck's maximum speed: 50mph; amazing how slow that can seem when you're worried. As I pulled up the long twisting driveway to their house and saw the front door no one stood there waiting for me. Though this worried me deeply I did my best to ignore it. Still I walked up to the front door and knocked even though I knew the Cullens would have already heard my truck and me. There was no answer so I walked right in, they wouldn't mind. Walking into the living room I saw one of the most bizarre things I had ever seen the Cullens were standing in the center of the room cutting their hair. But what made it strange was that there weren't just trimming their hair but restyling it from some of the most strange styles I had ever seen into what I was used to.

Carlisle was busy shaving off a long goatee and curly moustache and had yet to tame the stiff coils that sprung from his head. Jasper had less to do and was simply trimming his hair slightly shorter. The stunningly beautiful Rosalie looked strange chopping off a long braid that hung to her knees. Emmett however looked more ridiculous than usual trying to fix a bowl cut without any help but some how he was managing to do it perfectly. A wild nest made of hair sat on Alice's head as she brushed and combed it furiously trying to get out all the tangles so she could cut it back into her usual pixie cut. Esme was more fortunate or had already finished and sat on the couch watching her children and husband. I was surprised that she didn't get up and greet me but she seemed absorbed by the sight before me, as if in a trance. Edward, I was surprised to see with long waves of hair that stretched past his shoulders. Carlisle turned around and saw me and dropped his scissors on the rug, Edward, hearing his thoughts dropped his scissors and everyone else in confusion about why bother Edward and Carlisle hand dropped their scissors they dropped theirs as well. I simply stared at them in shock.

Edward ran over and swept me up in his arms and carried me up to his room, he looked like a complete idiot because he was only half finished cutting his hair. HE dropped me on the wrought iron bed and ran back downstairs only to return a few minutes later with his hair in its usual disarray.

When I saw him I started just to spit out what ever came to mind in some strange order, "You hair long but huh!? Cut grows change?!" Gaining back my mind I was able to form a sentence that actually made sense, "Wait your hair GROWS!?"

Edward chuckled at my disbelief and replied, "Well, sort of, every new moon it returns to however it was when we were changed, not even just the length but if you had combed into an Afro you would be stuck with that."

"So your telling me that in 1918 you had no fashion sense what so ever?"

"For you information, 1918 long hair was quite stylish and I was dieing I didn't have time to worry about what I looked like!"

"But why didn't you notice me until after I drove up, knocked on the door, walked in and stood staring at you for about 2 minutes?!"

"Well Bella, cutting your own hair requires much more concentration that it would seem."

So that was a little bit longer, I can't believe its only 11:30 any way I've changed my mind. PLEASE REVIEW! I'm freaking out about whether or not I should continue. Also I think that the next few questions fit together pretty well so this is going to become more like an ongoing story. I started writing this last night so that's why the first note is weird and disconnected. Oh yes apparently I suffer from Paranoia, Schiofrina, and a couple of other personality disorders! Isn't that great!! Oh yeah and I will be putting up pictures of edward's (though I'm not sure if you want to see it) and Carlisle's hair (the not normal hair not the regular hair, I tried to get hair from the period they were changed in so no complaining!

Question: Do Vampire's hair grow?

My Answer: Once a month it shoots out of their head.

For this answer I was inspired by a book called Companions of the Night you should read it.