Previously:

Pulling the pickup to a stop at the steps to their woodsy house, I sighed and slumped against the seat thinking of the bigger picture.

Michael is still probably roaming around trying to kill all originals, he is probably still trying to break his curse and I'm gonna be left in the open, the news will probably spread after drama with the Cullen's and what's been going on in Seattle; someone was trying to build an army of new born cold ones, Cullen's got rid of some of them and others I killed, but they didn't know that. The problem is that I tried to help and exposing myself to Cullen's will definitely make it around, information like this in the supernatural world is like rumours in high school.

With a sigh, I got out and slammed the door shut before walking up the steps. I didn't need to get to the top of the steps before the door opened and the pixie skipped out.

"Bella! What're you doing here? I didn't see you come." She asked confused, pulling me into a tight hug before I could utter a word.

That would probably be because I put a spell up around myself, but it's not like I'm going to tell her that, the less they know the better.

"I think it'll be better if we go inside, I'll explain then." I said and walked past her stunned face inside.

I found everyone in the living room, all sitting with their mates besides Laurent who was standing by a big open window in the glass wall. I grabbed an oaken chair from the dining table and sat down in front of everyone after letting the spell on my room drop.

"I owe you all an explanation, thanks to this dumbass here." I started smirking slightly and pointing to James.

Edward rushing into the house, looking livid and actually startling everyone besides me and at the same time James and Victoria growled at me for my pet name while Emmet and Edward growled back.

"Can you all stop growling for a second?" I asked annoyed, they're all like a bunch of Chihuahuas, all bark but no bite. "James shut up for god's sake, stop growling at me or I'll tell Kol." At that the noise in the room stopped apart from my heart beat.

"I knew it!" said James snidely, smirking as he leaned back into the sofa.

I sent him a 'are you stupid' kind of a look before turning to the confused faces of the Cullen's, "Look I'm sorry for playing with you for the last few months but I'm not Isabella Swan, I'm not human and Edward and I aren't mates." I dropped the bomb in all seriousness, experience tells me it's always better to just say it as it is and any consequences can be worked out later.

Penny-head laughed and moved to pull me out of the chair, "Don't be silly Bella, that's absurd." He said and pulled me into his lap as he sat down.

I shivered in disgust; I couldn't remember why I let him touch me in any kind of way over the last few months. Distractions are good, they help me forget for a few moments, but he was way too much of a prude to be able to distract me in any sort of way. I tried to stand up, but his grip tightened around my waist to be point of bruising. Well if he doesn't believe me, I guess I'll just have to show him right? Soon enough both of his hands flew to his head, clutching it tightly to physically squish the pain away. Aneurysms can be a bitch to deal with sometimes, especially to someone that hasn't experienced one before.

After standing up I let him go, he stayed in the chair holding his head as it healed; cold ones healed slower than regular vampires because they didn't have any blood running through their veins. "All that I've said is true."

"What is your name then?" Emmet asked from under Rosalie on the far side of the room.

"Dis..." I looked to James, pleading with my eyes silently that he doesn't comment, "…Olor." I introduced myself and Carlisle's eyes widened ever so slightly.

"You can't be, during my time in Volterra I've seen a painting of her and you don't look like her, and you're human. How do you even know of her Bella?" He asked nervously, voice a little higher than usual.

It made me feel good in a way when I heard the slight panic in his voice as he talked about me, at least they knew not to mess with me since I've made quite a name for myself in the supernatural world.

I sighed and removed the masking spell. I felt the changes, I felt my skin tingle and change to a smother state, my hair grew to my elbows changing texture to soft curls and colour to deepest brown bordering on black. My face changed from heart to oval shaped, my lips became more plum and defined and my eyes changed to my natural forest green. My clothes changed to black chinos, dark blue sweater type long sleeved top with a black blazer with white accents and black pumps.

"Now you look normal Dis." James said, spinning me around in his hug that he pulled me into after the spell wore off. I let out a laugh and we break apart, he looks at me seriously, "I've heard rumours that Ester is back." was all he said.

Speechless, that could be one word to describe the expression on my face when I heard those three words. As for my emotions, I'm unsure myself; remembrance, concern, worry, angst, rage… those were just a few that were battling within me. If Ester is back that means he broke his curse and Michael failed to kill him, that conclusion made my heart skip a beat. No matter how angry I was I couldn't not be happy at that he is still alive in this world…

"Where are they?" I asked, I'm going to have to go and find out what's going on.

"Where it all started." Was all he said.

Damnit.

I'm going to have to go back to the one place I loved and loathed at the same time, yes it all started there but it also ended any sort of happiness for me.

I looked to the Cullen's who are staring at me in shock still, "I am terribly sorry for doing what I did, deceiving you to protect myself. I have to leave now but if anything happens, here is my phone number." I said and a piece of folded paper appeared on the coffee table.

With one last glace at them, I walked out and drove away from the house in the direction of the airport.

I compelled myself a private plane and I was up in the air within an hour on the way to my home town. I called Charlie and explained the situation to him; he was okay with it and understood. He was always a laid back kind of a man, growing up surrounded by the supernatural does that to someone.

The plane from Seattle to Richmond lasted just about four hours and it took me another two to buy a car and find a hotel in Mystic Falls. Without wasting a minute, I chanted a few bags of clothing from a storage unit and settled into my suite, just a simple room with a canopy bed and a few dressers, and a bathroom with a shower since I didn't need luxuries. I wasn't a very extravagant person when it came to living conditions as long as it was clean and functioning then it would do just fine for me.

Pulling out a pair of black skinny jeans I put those on along with long dark silver chiffon blouse, a black leather jacket and pair of studded black biker ankle boots; cat eye liner and a tiny bit of lip gloss to complete the look. I saw a bar while driving to the hotel so that is where I'm heading first, maybe I'll over hear something from the locals.

I was a little nervous stepping into Mystic Grill at first, in fear of seeing him or anyone else that I know from back then, but soon the nerves evaporated as I saw only humans scattered around the whole place. I sat at the bar and ordered some bourbon to keep up pretences and listened out.

After about half an hour of not hearing anything particularly interesting I began to get lost in my thoughts.

I thought of the time when I was still human and in love… so in love that now I think I was more in love with the idea of love than anything else…I was courted by the most handsome man in our village excluding his brothers; we were all best friends as children.

I ran around the forest being chased as we played tag, I was 18 at the time when one friendship changed into something more.

I was running and trying to readjust the hold on my dress at the same time when I felt an arm wrap around my waist from behind and I tripped, going tumbling down onto the forest floor; I closed my eyes waiting for the hard impact but was met with a heaving chest instead, opening my eye I found myself staring into a set of ocean blue eyes.

Our breaths were mingling and neither of us saying or moved. I was lost in his beautiful eyes. He reached to my face and brushed a strand behind my ear then cupped my face in his palm.

"I got you..." He whispered but the triumph in his voice was lost somewhere in this stolen moment.

My eyes dropped to his pale pink lips and my stomach was obnoxious with butterflies, the only thing running through my mind was why was I feeling like this? I couldn't have feeling for my best friend, I knew he was secretly courting another girl in our village.

Before I could verbally protest, he pulled my head lower down to his and our lips lightly brushed against each other in a faint, innocent kiss; almost like he was just as nervous about this as I. A few seconds passed before he pulled me a little closer and kissed me again, applying a little bit more pressure than before.

Suddenly I don't know what happened inside me but I wanted more of him, I didn't care about anyone else because in this moment there was just him and I. My hand sneaked to his hair, pulling him closer to me so our lips could meet again. Our kisses turn more urgent and more passionate as seconds passed; my hands were tangled in his golden locks holding him to me as he held me tightly by the waist.

Minutes or hours could've passed and neither of us would've noticed, we were lost in each other and I didn't want to find my way back.

The memory played in my mind like it was yesterday and it still made my heart beat rise and butterflies erupt in my stomach. He started to court me after explaining that Elijah was now courting Tatia and soon after we were married, but the marriage isn't such a happy memory considering I was killed and turned into something I never wanted to be unwillingly by my husband's parents.

There were years where I wanted to die or be compelled or something to forget those memories, it almost killed me a second time – if I could be killed – when I found out about his discretions. She might have been killed but the evidence of their discretions was alive and breathing.

"Hello Beautiful." A masculine voice brought me out of my depressing thoughts from my right.

AN: Who is the mysterious stranger? Who is her childhood best friends and first love? What do you think? Love E Xoxo