Two Months Later

Miranda sat in her car in front of her new home. It was small and skinny but absolutely gorgeous, "Just like you!" Alice had shown her nearby houses for sale so she could spend more time with her sister and so she could track down Victoria. Alice said she needed somewhere stable where she could think. Miranda had definitely saved enough for the house and had a substantial trust in muggle money as well as wizard money. Alice even offered to help decorate. "Now I know why Bella keeps her close." she muttered. She had borrowed Emmett's Jeep so she could load up all of her boxes from her flat in London to her new home here in Forks. Normal Apperating is tiring enough but add a huge Jeep, a bunch off boxes and a two-way trip. Miranda was absolutely exhausted.

Emotions were on high on her stress-o-meter. Phora Greenwright had surprised her inside of the flat, "Where are you going?" she was in her usual dark wash jeans, skimpy black top and leather jacket. Her blond hair wasn't in its usual ponytail rather it was down her shoulders. "The U.S. That's where Victoria is and she's after my sister. I have to protect her."

"I'll come with you."

"No. I have to do this on my own."

Phora's eyes turned hard and she crashed her lips on Miranda's. She explored her mouth while laying Miranda roughly against the couch, pushing her skirt upwards. She grinded into Miranda's heat and massaged her soft mounds quite roughly. "Phora please s-" Phora picked her up again and moved her to the coffee table. She pulled off Miranda's panties along with the rest of her clothes then removed her own. She took the strap on they used to use out of her bag and put it on. "No!" She thrust as hard as she could into the younger girl. She thrust even faster and harder, Miranda screaming but no one would hear with the silencing charm. "C'mon. Cum for me." she slapped one on Miranda's breast. "Cum for me" she ordered again. She tweaked a nipple, earning another painful cry. "STOP!" Phora flipped her on her stomach. She heaved her up and threw her against the wall, grabbing the fold of Miranda's left leg and bringing it up as far as possible. Phora used a charm Miranda had never heard of to keep Miranda' arms bound up against the wall. She did the same to her leg. Phora was taller than her and slipped the thick black strap on violently inside of Miranda. Miranda was crying now, crying out in extreme pain as Phora thrusted hard inside of her. Finally, Miranda reached her climax, spilling everywhere.

Miranda began to cry again as she sat in the car in front of her home. She had decided she'd stay here until things in London cooled off. But honestly, she didn't know how long that would be and she didn't want to find out. She wanted to stay in Forks. She didn't want to leave Bella and the Cullen's were growing on her. Especially Carlisle. He was very kind, handsome and smart and she found out he was very funny. He and Emmett were always playing jokes on the others or each other. She noticed the rain was starting so she pulled into the garage she'll probably never use and started unloading boxes. She quickly flipped on the lights before closing the garage door.

The house was covered in warm mahogany and already had the perfect furniture inside. Alice had been here. Her books, knick-knacks, and other things were already there. Coming in the door there was a short hallway. To the immediate right was a large room with an arch. One large leather couch was in the room, lining against the wall with the window and then curving and taking half of the arched doorframe. There was a small book case that held the books Alice brought over along with and old picture of Miranda and her father when she was six. They were in the meadow here in Forks and he was holding her in his arms. They looked exactly alike same black hair, green eyes, pale skin, high cheekbones. She missed him.

There was a fireplace across from the couch with a new TV Miranda didn't know anything about. There was another arched doorway on the wall across from the window that led into what looked like a music room. A baby grand piano sat inside with circular vase with orchids and a red velvet couch similar to what is in a therapists office. Across from the living room was a very classy kitchen with mahogany cabinets, some covered only by glass, and tables and granite countertops. The kitchen flowed seamlessly into another room that was wide open and like the rest of the rooms had hardwood floors. It had similar loveseats to the sectional and if not for a section of decorative stain glass it could have been considered part of the music room. Otherwise this rom was quite bare. She go exploring the rest of the house later she just needed a rest to forget Phora's face

Around six o'clock the next morning Miranda woke up with a start. She didn't remember the dream just that it scared the fuck out of her. She realized that it was morning and threw on her clothes: Light blue skinny jeans, black heeled boots, a black leather corseted top and her black leather jacket. She trotted down her stairs and grabbed the phone off the bookcase and made a quick call to Carlisle.

"Hello?" It was Alice.

"Hey it's Miri."

"Hey!"

"Is Carlisle still there?"

"Yeah he doesn't need to be at the hospital for another hour. Oh! Here he is!"

"Hello?" Carlisle sounded wide awake as all vampires should.

"Hey Carlisle. I was wondering if you wanted to stop by the diner before work. I could pick you up."

"Yeah that sounds great. When can you be over?"

"I'm dressed now."

"Perfect."

Miranda pulled up in Emmett's Jeep which she traded back for her black Jetta. Carlisle made his way outside he wore a black trouser to a fine suit and a light blue collard shirt with a blue tie. She stood on the passenger side waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. He seemed a bit startled by her corset but shook it off and she grimaced. "You look handsome." she said and if vampires could blush...

"Thank you. that means a lot coming from a beautiful woman like yourself. Love the corset." he winked. Oh shit! she tried to stop the blush but turned her face away. He grabbed her keys when she did and opened the car door. "I'll drive."

"I more than capable of driving my car." she argued crossing her arms beneath her chest.

"I've seen you drive. I was in the car. I was afraid more my life and I don't die easily, Miri."

She sighed, knowing he wouldn't give her back her keys, and plopped down into the passenger side. Carlisle slid into the drivers seat with ease. She envied that kind of grace.

They pulled into the parking lot of the diner almost five minutes later, a spunky young blond in her late 20's immediately seating them. Carlisle led Miranda, his hand at the small of her back, to a booth by the window. The sky was gray and the clouds were thick. A typical day in Forks. She sat across from him and the waitress took her order of eggs, turkey bacon ("Hey! It's healthy!") and coffee with milk. Carlisle ordered regular coffee and the waitress reluctantly buzzed off. "Well she seems to like you Carlisle." Miranda said in what she hoped was a playful tone.

Carlisle shrugged. And as if to prove her point the waitress brought out his coffee. she was a little to perky and giggly when she did it. When she scurried back to the kitchen Carlisle, surprisingly, took a sip of his coffee, "I guess it's too bad for her that my interests lie elsewhere." Miranda blinked, surprised by his words. Who was she? How long had he known her? Was she prettier than me? Bet she has bigger knockers. Miranda couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy. She'd never been this jealous before. She'd been a bit jealous when her boyfriend of two years whom she dated fourth year through sixth year became best friends with this gorgeous Ravenclaw girl. But this? This was an even worse feeling. "So," she started, trying to sound nonchalant, "What's her name?" she asked just as the waitress popped out with her breakfast.

"Now why would I tell you that?"

"Because I'm pretty and I asked nicely?" she offered. The waitress stomped away before realizing she was doing it. He just chuckled as she ate her food.

Once they were done, she and Carlisle sat back in the car and fastened their seatbelts. Just as Miranda looked up to Carlisle, he grabbed her jaw and planted a soft kiss on her lips. She moaned at the touch of his skin and his delicate lips. The kiss, like him, was perfect. "Her name is Miranda Reynolds."