This is the redo of the original Chapter Two. I still admit that it may not be the best exactly, but still, if you enjoyed it, that's all I ask.

I was thinking of combining this with Chapter One, but I figured that doing so would make this even more confusing. So, you get a short, revised second chapter. Enjoy!


He took a step back away from, shocked as the frail girl took another timid step into the house, closer to him still. Almost surprised at the fact that she was finally meeting this boy, she coughed, trying to get her wet hair out of her eyes. In that instant her eyes locked with his as she stared at him in shock, her gaze masked with a small tint of hatred.


Edward stared down at the pale girl, shocked realization overtaking him. She watched him with a stony glare, almost daring him to speak to her.

"Who are you?" He whispered, his brow furrowing. Only a select few knew his true last name and they were all in the room with him at the time. The girl before him took ragged breaths, as if each one hurt her. She coughed abruptly, clearing her throat.

"My name," She took a deep breath, trying to mask her pain in confidence before she uttered her name. "My name isn't important right now." Her expression looked pain and she hunched over suddenly, grabbing her stomach. The damp package in her arms lurched forward slightly. Carlisle was immediately beside her.

Esme darted up the stairs quickly, searching for Carlisle's bag.

"Are you alright? What happened?" He asked in a professional voice, his eyes full of worry as he watched her, waiting for her answer.

"No, there's no time." She glanced around the room warily. "Not enough time…" She whispered again. She flinched vividly as more vampires swarmed in around her, panicked. Her breath came out in a dull hiss as she took in the sights.

Rosalie stood on the stairs with a bored expression as held fast to her husband's arm. Emmett has a rather bemused and curious look on his face. Jasper had suddenly appeared beside his pixie like vampire wife Alice, and had wrapped an arm around her shoulders reassuringly as she held onto the worn black book Edward and her had been looking through only moments before.

Edward was still rooted to his spot near the couch. He never once broke his gaze with the girl as she took a hesitant step toward him. Her eyebrows furrowed together.

"You're," She paused, hesitant still. She took a breath. "Y-You, it's you. You're Edward….Aren't you?" He nodded slowly and took another step toward her, letting the gap between them begin to close slowly. It was then that she realized that Alice still held a black leather bound book had in her hands.

Her eyes widened slightly in bewilderment.

"That book, it's the same as this one…" She held the package up a bit higher as Esme glided down the stairs, towels and a dark medical bag in her hands.

"Here dear, dry yourself." She said in her motherly tone when she finally approached their unannounced guest before handing her husband his bag. She merely shook her head in response.

"I have something I need to show you." Her voice held new found confidence now as she looked around her, meeting the gaze of each and every Cullen. "I need to help you, and you need to help me before it's too late." She staggered toward Edward, trying not to fall. She held the package out toward him timidly, her hands shaking as she looked up at him. "Open it, please. I believe you know my mother, and she needs your help."

"Who is--?" Edward began, only to be interrupted by the girl.

"I don't have enough time to tell you all this." She said, giving the seventeen-year-old vampire an almost pleading look. "If you want my help and want to see what I need to show you, I suggest you shut your mouth." She stated matter-of-factly, getting a few insulted looks from a majority of the Cullens.

"I'm sorry I sound so rude but we really need to start now." She whispered her words this time, wincing at the few narrowed eyes around her. Edward looked at the girl's face intently, re-evaluating her. There was a flash of something in his eyes. Why did this girl look so familiar to him? Why did it pain him so to look into her eyes?

"Why?" He asked a few moments later, breaking out of his reverie. The girl looked like she was on the verge of tears.

"Edward I'm sorry. I can't tell you everything. Only she can." She whispered again, quickly glancing at the box that lay in Edward's cold hands.

"She?" A few drop of rainwater began to trickle down her face as he said this. Was he stalling? "Who is she?" He spat, disregarding to reproachful look Esme has shot at him. Alice and Jasper remained where they were, watching the abrupt exchange between Edward and the girl.

"Edward please. Stop with the questions!" She pleaded, pushing the package closer to him. "Just open the box! Please!" Edward opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the tall blonde standing with her husband. Both had come a bit closer to the two of them.

"Just open it Edward." Rosalie muttered, pointing to the thing in Edward's hands. He glared at his sister before turning his attention to his hands. Not knowing what exactly to do, he merely resorted to ripping off the top of it.

Inside lay a brown leather book. Its seams worn over the many years it had been in use, and it was evident that this book had been opened many times. Edward looked back up at the girl standing in front of him and gave her a questioning look. Her gaze was downcast, and she had one arm wrapped around her stomach.

"Open the book…Please…" She whispered. He looked back down at the book and opened the cover slowly, as if expecting something to leap out at him. The smell of must and time filled the room, hinted with an oddly floral scent as well. And inside the first page were the words,

Property of,

Isabella Marie Swan

Edward narrowed his eyes at the girl after reading these words, a bit angered. "Who are you?"

"My name is Chloe Swan. And Isabella is my adoptive mother."


I hope you understand now that this story is completely confusing. Most of it you will not understand until the very end, when every piece is put together. So yes, I know you're confused, you're supposed to be.
Edited chapter is a lot better than the original, by the way. Thank you for reading, and I hope you stick with me through the remainder of this story.

&Kate

Ch. 2: 'All The Lonely People' by The Beatles