A/N: Thank you every one for the great response to this story! And I especially want to make sure I thank those reviewers who don't have Private Messaging enabled so I couldn't respond to you.

Well, here's the next chapter. I wanted to get Jacob into the story before I begin to pace my updating a bit. I apologise for any grammar or spelling errors. I only had time to look it over once before posting. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The Twilight Series and all recognisable characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. No money is being made and no copyright infringement is intended. Only this rather lame plot is mine.

Chapter One

2005

"Do you have everything?"

"Yes Alice, for the last time, I have everything you asked me to get," Jasper said. He was trying really hard not to snap at his mate, but Edward could hear the frustration in his thoughts.

Alice was the most excited about the family's new move to Forks. She had been planning and packing for weeks, telling everyone exactly where their new rooms would be – which really only applied to Edward because she liked his view best and was kicking him out of his old room and putting him across the hall. It was the same view, in his opinion, but apparently there was a tree that Alice really wanted a view of and it could only be seen from that room. She had also planned how things would be packed for ease of unpacking, and had already checked in what condition everything would be in after being stored for almost sixty years. Edward ignored most of what she said. His piano, supposedly, was intact and only needed to be tuned, so he was happy.

Esme was joining in with Alice's enthusiasm, telling her all about the house and the surrounding forests. While it was true that few places in the world had all the benefits that Forks did as far as perfect conditions for vampires, Edward wondered if Esme was idealising it a bit much. Sure the house in Forks had been beautiful in the 40's. They had no way of knowing if it would actually be as wonderful as they thought it had been.

Even Rosalie was looking forward to moving back to Forks. If course for Rosalie, her swinging endorsement came as, "The place wasn't a total piece of shit." Emmett followed whatever his wife said, and so with that it was agreed.

The Cullen family was moving back to Forks, Washington.

They hoped that, even with Jasper's strained control, the rest of the family would be able to keep him in line and they would be able to stay in Forks longer than they had before.

Enrolment in the local school had already been arranged and the family joked that Alice and Edward would be the oldest looking freshman that Forks High School would ever have. They hoped that they would be able to stay at Forks at least as long as it would take the last of them to graduate high school. So with Edward and Alice starting as freshman they at least had four years.

None of the kids were particularly thrilled about having to go to high school again, especially Edward, considering he had just finished his Doctorate in Medical Science. But it was a small price to pay for having a steady home.

"Are you excited, Edward?" Alice asked. Her joy was clear in the grin stretched across her face and the annoying way she was bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"About moving? Sure, I suppose. Forks was a nice place to live."

Is that the only reason you're happy?

Edward whirled around at her thought. "What do you mean?"

"It's just that I've been seeing something. It's not clear… but it's good."

A picture of Ephraim Black flashed in Edward's mind but he pushed it aside. He was probably dead, which would mean that Edward's fascination with him should have vanished. There was no reason to think of him anymore.

"It's nothing," Edward said, keeping his voice light to hide the tension in his voice, "I'm sure you're just Seeing us being excited about seeing things that are familiar."

"No, it's not that. This is about you," Alice said. She cocked her head to the side and observed Edward, focusing intently on him. Edward stood still, brushing her mind with his to find what she was thinking.

Alice's eyes glazed over and Edward was able to catch a glimpse of the colour tan, before Alice closed her mind off. Edward hated not knowing what her visions were, especially when they pertained to him; so as soon as her face cleared and became more aware, Edward started questioning her.

"What did you see? Was it about me?"

Alice shook her head slowly a soft smile creeping onto her face. "Not now Edward. The timing isn't right."

"The timing?" Edward protested, "What does that even mean? Please, Alice, just tell me."

"I said no, Edward. I can't tell you yet." She pushed past him and down the stairs, leaving Edward alone in his empty room wondering what she could possibly have seen.

Recognising defeat, he picked up the last box of books and CDs and carried it down to the waiting car. Rosalie and Emmett were already pulling out with one of the three cars they were taking, Alice and Jasper got into the second car, and Edward assumed he would be riding with Carlisle and Esme. As the odd man out, he somehow always was forced to be with the 'adults'.

Esme took one last lingering look at the house they were leaving. "I'll miss this house."

"But the house in Forks is larger. It will comfortably fit all of us."

"That's true," Esme said. She gracefully slid into the passenger seat and as soon as Edward had pulled his backpack out of the truck – who ever had put it there obviously hadn't been listening when he had explicitly said it would be travelling with him – Carlisle started the car. "Not to mention it'll be interesting to see how our things held up over the years. We'll have to go shopping as soon as we get there. I'll start making a list."

Despite their vampire brains and abilities to remember everything told to them, Esme still enjoyed making lists of things she needed to do. She said it made her feel more maternal and normal, and the family had stopped teasing her about it after she had vindictively refused to do anything for them that wasn't put in a list. For an entire week no clothes were washed, nothing was fixed, and nothing new was bought. They learned their lesson quickly and now Esme's lists were a sacred item in the household to be valued and respected rather than mocked.

"Is there anything you need Edward?" Esme asked, looking at him through the mirror of the widow shade.

"No, as long as my piano is still in good condition. Though we might need a new car since we're planning on staying here a while and we're only bringing three cars with us."

"Oh yes, of course. We'll have to find a way around that. Since we're enrolling you as freshman and sophomores, none of you should be able to drive." Esme frowned while she thought about that. "Well, just don't drive into town and be careful when you do drive."

The rest of the car ride was filled with small talk and silence. Moving from Maine to Washington would normally take days, however when they only had to stop for gas and could drive well beyond the speed limit, what should have been around a three-day drive was only one and a half. Soon they were pulling in to the town of Forks, watching and seeing that little had changed in sixty years. Buildings had been fixed up and painted, there were more cars on the road, and some shops were missing and had been replaced with boring office buildings, but otherwise Forks looked like it had been untouched by time.

They pulled on to the overgrown lane leading up to the isolated Cullen home. Again, Edward was struck by how it didn't look changed at all. They had paid for someone to mow the lawn, open the house up and clean the dust and windows, and check the roof to see if it needed to be fixed. With all that done, the house was move-in ready. All they had to do was rearrange their furniture as the girls saw fit.

Edward was the first in the door, heading straight to his piano which was still sitting in the corner of the living room. He lifted the lid and played a few keys. They were in tune and Edward was happy that someone (probably Alice) had also thought to get someone to tune his piano before they arrived.

"Once again Edward, you always leave us to do the work. Get your ass out there and move some boxes," Rosalie yelled as she walked into the room with some suitcases.

"I'm going; I just had to check my piano."

"Just fucking marry the thing," Rose sneered.

"Rosalie, language," Esme scolded, walking in behind them. She looked around and gave a delighted sigh. "Everything looks wonderful. Oh, I'm so glad we're back here."

"This is a nice pad," Emmett said, carrying in luggage. "I dig it."

"Emmett, no one says that anymore. Stop trying to sound cool because you only sound like an idiot," Edward said.

"Fuck off, Edward," Rosalie practically growled. "Emmett is cooler than you, so you really don't have a leg to stand on, criticising him."

It was only Esme's presence that stopped Edward from retaliating. She frowned deeply at her children, so Edward simply ignored Rosalie and brushed past her to go outside and bring in some boxes.

Carlisle was outside inspecting the house when Edward walked up to him. They both looked out at the woods and looked back at each other, each knowing what the other was thinking.

"We'll have to inform the Quileute tribe that we've moved back. We should do that as soon as possible."

"I'm sure we can check in the phone book for the Black's phone number. I doubt Ephraim is still alive, and we have no way of knowing who the tribal elder is now," Edward said.

Carlisle hummed in agreement, "You and I will go to the meeting. If all of us come… I don't want us to seem intimidating or threatening. The less confrontational we seem the better. Only if they want to meet all of us will the rest of the family come."

"Should I try to find the phone number of someone on the reservation?"

"Yes, look for anyone with the last name Black who lives in La Push. We'll try them first."

Edward nodded in agreement and went inside to hook up his computer to the internet and try to find a phone guide. It was easy, and within minutes Edward had the phone number of a William Black on the La Push Reservation. He wrote the number on a slip of paper and went in search of Carlisle.

In the time that he had spoken to Carlisle and found the phone number, Esme, Alice, and Rosalie had set up the living room and kitchen, and Emmett had finished bringing in all the boxes and luggage from the three cars.

Heading up the stairs, Edward heard Carlisle's thoughts about organising his medical books. Knowing exactly what that meant, Edward went straight up to the third level into Carlisle's office. Carlisle was inspecting the bookshelves, balancing a pile of books in one hand and sorting them alphabetically with the other.

"I found a phone number for a William Black. It's the only Black living in La Push."

"Thank you Edward, do you have your cell phone? I'd like to call him now but the phone in here hasn't been hooked up yet."

Edward fished his phone out of his pocket and passed it to Carlisle. He sat down on a chair, curiosity and something he couldn't identify compelling him to listen in on the conversation. It was odd to be so close to the source of his obsession. In the sixty years since they had been away from Forks, Edward had never forgotten his compulsion to follow Ephraim. He still didn't understand it, and a part of him wondered if he would have the same pull towards this other Black.

Carlisle sat on the edge of the desk and dialled. Edward could hear the phone ringing before the line picked up and a gruff voice was heard over the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, I'm sorry to bother you. I'm looking for Ephraim Black, and you were the only Black I could find in the phonebook. Do you know how to get in contact with him?"

There was silence on the line, then a rustling like the phone was being shifted to another hand. "Ephraim's dead. This is his son."

"I'm sorry," Carlisle apologised. "I didn't know. And your name is," Carlisle looked at the name on the sheet of paper, "William?"

"Billy. Billy Black. And you are?"

"My name is Carlisle Cullen." The sharp intake of breath told Edward and Carlisle all they needed to know. Ephraim had made sure to tell his son all about them, and Billy probably wasn't the only one who knew about them.

"Cullen," Billy hissed. "What are you doing back here?"

"That is why I have called you. We've moved back, but I wanted to meet with you to assure you that we will continue to abide by the treaty. We are not here to harm you or your tribe. I'd like to set up a meeting with the tribal elders and discuss this. I assume that you are the Chief?"

"You plan to stick to the treaty?" Edward could hear the disbelief in Billy's voice, and didn't really blame him. If their situations were reversed, Edward wouldn't want to be within ten feet of Billy.

"Yes, my family has been informed and all agree."

Billy was quiet and only the sound of his breathing could be heard. "Fine. We'll meet tonight at eleven. The boundary line. How many of there are you?"

"It will just be my son Edward and me. The rest of the family will stay behind, unless you want them there."

"No, just you and the boy. But don't think that you can trick us. No hiding others in the woods to attack us. If there is anyone else, the treaty will be broken and you'll pay."

"Of course not. We won't do anything to break the treaty. We'll be there at eleven tonight."

Without another word Billy hung up. Carlisle sighed and passed the phone back to Edward.

"Well, hopefully they won't be too difficult."

"Billy sounded a lot less willing to cooperate than Ephraim was," Edward pointed out.

"That's true, but when the treaty was first made Ephraim didn't know what exactly living with us around would be like. Now he's told others and we don't know how we're perceived there. We should be prepared for them to demand more out of the treaty."

"That's hardly fair, we have a right to live here if we want. It's not like we're on their reservation."

"Their tribe has werewolf blood flowing through them. With us here it is possible that gene will be activated, and as you know, werewolves and vampires are natural enemies. So their trepidation, while frustrating, is understandable. That is why we must be willing to be amenable to their requests. I'll ask you to pay attention to their thoughts and see if there is anything unspoken that will help our meeting be productive."

"Of course," Edward said. He gracefully lifted himself from the chair. "I'll be setting up my room. I'll find you five minutes to eleven?"

"Perfect."

Edward spent the next several hours organising his books and music. When he was done with that he went downstairs and started setting up his sheet music. He kept his entire music book and self-composition collection in a small file drawer that he carried around with him from place to place. Sometimes he kept the file in his room so that it would be out of the way, but this house was big enough that Edward could leave it right next to the piano and it wouldn't take up valuable space.

He didn't need the books as much anymore, having memorised most of it. But he liked to keep the books, as mementos of sorts. There wasn't logic to it, because once he memorised something his vampire mind wouldn't forget it. It was only a reminder of when he would need them. Another book to add to his collection. The more it grew the more accomplished he felt, and it was an accomplishment he could actually feel proud of because it was something he had worked for.

"Edward?"

Edward looked up and found Carlisle looking down on him expectantly. He glanced over at the clock and found that it was already time to leave. That was another thing he loved about his music: time would pass and he would barely notice.

"I'm coming. Do you have a plan about what you're going to say?"

"I was just going to wait and let them talk first."

"I think that's the best we can do," Edward agreed.

They took off through the woods, running at maximum speed through the trees and brush. The last place they had lived didn't have the forest that Forks had, and it was invigorating to be able to run at top speed through a forest knowing that it was large enough that few people would venture out that far.

They quickly reached the boarder, knowing immediately where to stop. Almost instantly they could hear footsteps coming closer and smell the human blood. Minutes later, nine Native Americans emerged from the woods. Finally the last man came forward and Edward couldn't pay attention to anyone else.

Edward knew this was Billy Black. He looked almost identical to Ephraim Black – though he had a scowl on his face that Ephraim lacked both times they had met. Billy had an air of a leader around him, commanding attention from everyone, despite his wheelchair. The blood of the leader flowed strong in Billy's veins. Even more, though, Edward felt a stronger pull towards Billy than he had Ephraim. Just like Ephraim, something in Billy called to Edward, and he didn't understand it at all.

"Hello," Carlisle spoke into the silence. "I'm Carlisle Cullen, this is my son Edward."

"We know who you are," Billy said. "You look just as my father said. What do you want?"

"We just wanted to let you know that we have moved back. We don't want to fight with you at all, and that is why we decided to tell you right away. We don't want to seem like we are breaking the treaty."

"Same house?"

"Yes."

"Why'd you come back here? We don't want you here," A man to the side of Billy said. Billy held out his hand to silence the man.

"I'm going to be fair about this, but you should know that we'll be keeping an eye on you. One step out of line, and you're out of here. Understand?" Billy asked. He never took his gaze off the vampires, and it allowed Edward to look into his eyes and mind and try to learn what it was about him that Edward yearned so much to have.

He was so engrossed in trying to understand Billy that he missed most of the meeting and was only brought back to his thoughts by Billy's final warning.

"You will never touch our land. If you do, we will kill you. We want nothing to do with you and it is only our basic belief in rights that is forcing me to allow you to stay here. But I'll try to kick you out as soon as I can. Our families aren't safe when you're here. Our tribe isn't safe when you're here. One step out of line…"

"We understand, Billy. We only want to live, out diet is still one of animals and while I would never be arrogant enough to say that we are never tempted, we do have enough control to resist."

Billy just snorted and turned his wheelchair around, effectively ending the conversation. "I don't pity you, Cullen, and I don't like you. You and your family are monsters. Stick to the treaty and then leave as soon as possible."

The rest of the men followed Billy back into the forest and it was only once they were gone that Carlisle and Edward relaxed. They raced back to the house to tell everyone how the meeting had gone.

Later that night Edward was lying on his couch looking up at the ceiling. He had never been an overly emotional person, however it seemed like every time he was in Forks emotions he didn't understand always surfaced. He had thought it was only something to do with Ephraim. Perhaps the leader in him called to Edward, though why that would be, Edward didn't know. But the same thing had happened with Billy, only it was more intense. Each time Edward felt like he needed to follow them, like they would bring him home.

Edward huffed and rolled over on his side. These emotions were ridiculous. Lust he could understand, but this certainly wasn't lust. He felt nothing for the men themselves; it was only what he felt they could give him that attracted him to them.

Then Edward remembered something during the meeting. Billy had mentioned family and a pair of warm, loving brown eyes had flashed in his head. Those eyes wouldn't leave Edward alone. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying to bring back very detail of them to see if he could figure out why they were so special, but again, Edward was left with more questions that answers.

It was pointless to try to understand this when he didn't even know what it was he was trying to understand, so he gave up. Needing to distract himself, Edward went to his piano to spend the next several hours losing himself in his music.

"Edward?" Alice said, breaking him away from his song.

"Hmm?"

"My car needs to have its engine looked at. Will you take it to the mechanics today?"

Edward stopped playing and scrutinised Alice. "Why don't you have Rosalie look at it?"

"Because we're going to Port Angeles to go shopping and I really want my car to be looked at tomorrow."

"So why don't you make your husband do it?"

"Trust me, Edward, it has to be you." Alice's tone caught Edward's attention.

"What did you see?" He asked. She just smiled and stood up.

"Today at three o'clock. They'll be busy so you'll have to wait around a bit, but it has to be three."

"Why can't I go earlier when I don't have to wait?"

"Three," Alice said firmly and Edward knew not to argue with her.

He wasn't thrilled about having to take Alice's car to the mechanics. Carlisle had to come with him since they were trying to pretend that Edward was only fifteen, but Alice still insisted that Edward had to be there.

So three o'clock saw Edward and Carlisle sitting in the mechanic's waiting room waiting for the opportunity to fill out some paperwork. Edward was looking around, trying to figure out why it was Alice was so insistent that he be there. So far nothing had happened. The place was busy, and Edward was starting to feel sick from the smell of blood, sweat, and engine oil.

His phone beeped and Edward opened it to find a text message from Alice. 'Go outside. Dumpsters.'

"I'm going to get some fresh air," Edward told Carlisle.

"Okay, I'll find you when I'm done here."

Edward nodded and walked out the door. He looked up and down the street trying to spot whatever dumpster Alice was talking about. The street was clear, and to the left of the building was the car shop, so Edward went right. Almost immediately he spotted an alley and turned into in.

Rustling could be heard coming from the dumpsters and the alley, and Edward was instantly confronted with someone's ass hanging out of one of them.

Wire… more wires… shitty spark plug. Where's all the good stuff? Ha, jackpot! Gas tank – that could be useful. Some dings, but I can fix that.

Edward read the unidentified ass's thoughts for a moment before an inexplicable urge overcame him, and he cleared his throat.

The ass-man froze, then quickly raised his head, hitting it hard on the lid that was propped open. Ow, that hurt! The kid – for he couldn't have been more than fourteen – rubbed his head as he scrambled out of the dumpster, a beat up gas tank clutched in his left hand.

Edward watched in amusement as the kid tried to make himself seem innocent, before he asked, "Hey kid, what are you doing?"

Edward never heard the reply. For as soon as the boy raised his head to look at Edward, all thoughts fled his mind. The boy had deep russet skin and shoulder length black hair that was windblown and had some leaves in it – though to Edward it only made him look perfectly child-like, like he had been playing in the forest before coming to that spot to change Edward's life. And his eyes; Edward recognised them instantly. They were the same eyes that Ephraim and Billy Black had. The same eyes Billy had thought of when he mentioned family. The warm, beautiful brown eyes that currently sparkled with contrived innocence and defiance.

They sent a bolt of lighting down Edward's spine, and Edward knew: this kid, this Quileute boy, was his mate.

A/N: Hope you liked it! R&R, ~AJ Kelly.