AN: Some people were asking for it, so three years later, Bella is once again being bothered.

Aro casually lounged in his throne, flipping idly through a Betty Crocker cake book. Buttercream, chocolate, carrot, mouse, now if only he could taste it. He twisted his head to the side, "Hey Marcus? How come you can eat pizza?"

Marcus threw down his controller, causing a large dent in the floor, and screamed, "Dude! I just missed a headshot because of you! What the hell! Chill!" His hand went to his headphone, "No I wasn't talking to you," Marcus chuckled at something Aro surprisingly couldn't make out, "Hah! Your mother. Bro."

Aro stared dejectadley at his book, it was unlikely that he'd ever be able to tast these delicious delicacies. How could he ever tell is his cooking was good enough?! Humans could taste but the only human that knew of him was Gianna. But Gianna was always on a diet, and seemed almost afraid of carbs, so she just wouldn't do. Aro flashed though his thousands of memories to rest on just one. Ah hah. "Darling Jane! Pack your bags; we're going on a road trip!"

Jane looked up from where she was swatting away Caius' measuring tape. "We are going to see the human. Lovely."

Marcus actually tore himself away from his systems, "Sweet man! She was cool. A bit of a newb, but hey, what can you do?" He switched topics, "If we're going to America, can I have my credit card back?"

Caius momentarily gave up with the tape and spoke up, "No, because as happy as GameStop would be to see you take out their entire inventory, our treasury might mind! By the way Aro—"

"Same goes for you and Joann's Fabrics."

"Damn."

Jane sidestepped the pouting blonde and addressed Aro once more, "Master? Permission to pack for the trip?"

Aro clapped his hands, forgetting the cookbook in them, "Of course dear!" And then watched sadly as the book crashed to the ground. "That will leave a mark on the spine."

Jane glided out of the room and down one of the many hallways, soon joined by her brother Alec.

"Sister. How was the meeting today?"

"I do believe that we're serving idiots Alec. Now be wonderful and fetch my wallet so that we can be prepared for," Her snarl deepened, "Americans."

It was a strange day in Forks. Clouds were covering the sun, a light drizzle had started up, wait, no, this was actually a typical day in Forks.

However, the group pouring out of the tour bus was not at all expected. For one, why would a tour bus be coming to Forks? Leading the pack, was a man in typical tourist dad wear, fanny pack included, with an oddly tall chef's hat perched upon his head, a blonde dressed like he was about to walk down the Avant Garde portion of Paris Fashion Week, and a forty year old man still dressed like a teenager, tight purple skinny jeans included.

Watching from a healthy distance away was Jane, decked out in her quite normal gear, a tank top and shorts, looking every bit the sun deprived teenager. Her baby blue shirt was quite the contrast to her bother who slouched next to her on the park bench; he looked like he raided Hot Topic.

"Sister?"

"Yes brother?"

"After being stuck on a plane and then a bus with them for many many hours, I do believe that I share your seniment."